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."
Shipping Our Effects to San Diego
Wednesday 5 April 1944, 1145 o'clock
Here I am
back at the old grind and I mean grind.I'll sure be glad when those 5 or 6 new officers arrive.Although they may send out one or two that
are already here, this addition will lighten the load considerable.
As I told you
over the phone, the Naval Supply Depot at San Pedro will call you relative to
shipping our effects.Arrange to have
the stuff delivered Friday afternoon after 2:00 or 3:00 P.M.
Last night I
went to the U.S.O. they really put on a real show.One girl in particular imitated Gracie
Fields, Shirley Temple (as a child) and "frozen faced" Margaret
O'Brien to a "T."
take a rain check on tonight's show, "Stage Door Canteen."Have no plans for this evening.Tomorrow noon I'll run down and look the
apartment over and then phone you in the evening.
coming alright so get four tickets for Saturday night.After the show he's on his own.
leaky nose is better by now.I wish I
could get the kids something for Easter.Maybe I'll find time Friday afternoon to do some shopping.
It's 1200 and
time for a game of volleyball.Adios, My