During World War II, my dad, Gilbert Steingart, served as a navy dentist. He wrote over 500 letters to his wife, my mother Eleanor. His duty in the Pacific Theater took him from San Diego to Pearl Harbor, Eniwetok, Ulithi, Leyte Gulf (Philippines), and Buckner Bay (Okinawa).
After my mother's death, Daddy wanted to toss the letters. I convinced him to give them to me instead. The letters are a memoir of a remarkable time. Most of the letters begin with the words "Dearest Eleanor."
$2.25 for Dinner
AMERICAN RED CROSS
Tuesday 22 February 1944, 1745 o'clock
This has been a fairly busy day so
tonight I'm going to catch up on my sleep.
Went to the dental meeting and though
I enjoyed it, next time I'll go after dinner. $2.25 is too much for a j.g. to
lay out for dinner.I met my accountant
at the club where the meeting was being held and explained to him about the
change in the tax return, so you don't have to worry about it anymore.I also ran into two more classmates who are
practicing here.One in National
City--the Manpower Commission has refused to release him. The other has applied
to the Navy three times and was turned down each time.I also saw a Jewish dentist whom I met at the
B'nai B'rith last Monday.The speaker
talked for two hours on a subject which was interesting but it would take years
to prove him right or wrong.The topic
was nutrition and its effect on heredity.
It has been squally all day here.Rain and wind intermittently all day
long.This is the first time I got more
food a chow than I could it.Roast
turkey and so much of it with ice cream for dessert.The only reason we could figure out for the
menu was Washington's Birthday.
This is probably the last letter I'll
write you this week (I hope).I really
am looking forward to Thursday.All my
love to you and the girls.