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."
Placed an Ad
AMERICAN RED CROSS
Thursday 3 February 1944 1730 o'clock
Another busy day.I'm a little tired now.Orders came in for a number of the
corpsmen.A whole group is leaving
Saturday morning for Farragut, Idaho.
Received the picture you sent and was
a little disappointed in the way Linda looks.It's not at all like her.She
really sounded like quite a lady over the phone last night.
Last night I had a very good dinner
and a few drinks.Got in by 11:30.
At noon today
I went downtown and placed an ad in the paper for Friday, Saturday and
Sunday.The charge is $5.25 for both the
morning and evening editions on Friday and Saturday and once in the Sunday
When I got back I got a phone call
from a lady friend of Leon.She wanted a
ride to Long Beach and back, but I have no room.
Big surprise.After dinner I came back to write and found a
letter from Libby.Guess she thought
better of my letter to her because she says she is sending Mother money regularly.
Nothing else to talk about except to say
you'd better be ready this weekend.