Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, FPO San
Francisco
Friday 5 January 1945,
7:10 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Well it
finally came, nineteen letters postmarked from the 17th to the 26th. All from you, dear, except one each from your
mother and mine and a card and letter from Libby. Also, I received the B'nai B'rith Bulletin
(straighten Pressler out on my address) and a box of dried fruit from Ethyl
which was crawling with worms. I had to throw it out. Yesterday, I also
received taffies from my mother. They
also were also in bad shape. Any food
that is sent must be able to withstand heat up to 140 degrees or it won't
keep. I don't know whether to tell Ethyl
or not. If I don't and just thank her,
she might just go ahead and send me more.
I'll leave it up to you to tell her or not.
We had
"Dancing in Manhattan" recently, and we saw "An American
Romance" in Pearl Harbor. Props 1 and
2 only get my partial approval.
Your pre Xmas
days seem quite busy and the tone of your letters lead me to believe that you
are feeling better, I do hope so! My
goodness, Xmas shopping, working at the Marbros, fretting kiddies at night,
mice running around. My! I wish I was
there to help.
Linda's
dancing and scholastic progress doesn't surprise me. After all look who her parents are
(snicker). Norma will pull a few
surprises on you too, just wait and see.
I'm going to
the movie now and will finish writing after the show. Until then
Gil
9:30 PM
Hello darling, here I am back again. The movie tonight was "The Man on Half
Moon Street" with Nils Aster and Helen Walker. A fantastic story but interesting.
And now back
to your letters. I got the Shrader card and
will acknowledge it tonight. Of course
Dave has been in the states a long time but remember Dear, wherever I am I'm
safe. When Marines shove off you can't
say that for them. They are strictly
combatant.
From the way
you rave about the dolls they must be something. I chose them from a catalogue. In fact I
almost bought some furry animals. Now
I'm surely glad I didn't.
No dear I
don't recopy your "do you remember."
It's just a case of two minds with a single thought. By the way figure two months for packages to
reach me so don't be too impatient if either yours or mine seem overdue. They'll all get there in due time.
Yes dear, my
corpsman is the same one that was aboard in Diego. Cox is an ensign but should make j.g. next
month. Ambie is the engineer. Right again Watson. His appendix is gone and he is around and
back on the job.
I'm looking
forward to my birthday gifts. Are my
Xmas and birthday gifts together or separate?
Anything to play with will be a swell change.
I believe
I've mentioned it before, but, if I haven't, I've shaved my beard but still
have my mustache. I know there is a ban on
recordings, but nevertheless they seem to get through. I'll be looking for them.
Since when
did you get an inferiority complex? What
ails you is pride and the hurt of the thoughtlessness of supposed friends. Just wait until I get back. We'll see.
I'm really
concerned about your mother. Why doesn't
she get competent medical advice and treatment or is she still worrying about
who gets her money. How about calling on
her darling nephew for advice? I do hope
your next letters bring more encouraging news.
Your
description of the living room on Xmas eve with all the gifts and pictures are
very vivid. I can see it just as if I
were there. I do hope that you will
never again be called on to describe Xmas eve to me.
So Dave is
still the expert photographer he always has been. Let's hope something comes out with hands and
feet and head all in one picture.
Xmas day
seemed to keep you busy and I'm glad the day passed quickly. Wish all days would pass quickly for both you
and me until we are once again together.
That poem you
sent about War Wives made a big hit and several officers want copies to send
home just as you surmised.
Well Honey,
nothing more that's new. That rumor
still is the same and so I'm hoping for the best.
Darling do
you remember how we always planned everything months in advance? Well we can continue doing that. We're not going to let the war just change
everything are we?
Good night Sweet
and pleasant dreams. I know that after
rereading your sweet letters I'll sleep and dream of you tonight
Love,
Gil
No comments:
Post a Comment