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."
Plumber to Connect Gas Range
AMERICAN RED CROSS
Wednesday 5 April 1944, 1730
Another day is over--another day
closer to Saturday night, then Sunday, and then we'll all be together again.
Went downtown with Gilman last
night.Had a couple of drinks and turned
in at 10:30 P.M.At noon today I bought
a couple of emblems and a box of Nestlé's chocolate.After posting this letter I'm going to play
volleyball till it gets dark and then over to B.O.Q. for a little bull session
and so to bed.
Glad to hear that you've got
everything straightened out.I'm going
to have to get a plumber over Friday afternoon to connect the gas range.
Nothing new happening here, so no
gossip to spill.I said I was going to
play ball, but I was wrong.I must go and
place my call to you. God alone knows when I'll get through.
Love and kisses to all my girls.
Your daily lover to be,
P.S. Got a
card from Ruth today.Identification
bracelets in sterling silver are $10.40.Priced same downtown last night at $18.50.Do you think Deb really wanted to go that
high for a gift for Dave?