Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert
Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O.
San Francisco
Sunday January 7, 1945,
7:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
Well here I
am again. Though today is Sunday I began
with work as usual. It began to rain
about 6:00 AM. By 11:00 AM storm warnings were up and we took all our boats out
of the water because of a rough sea.
Religious services were called off because of the hazard connected with
small boats. When it was too late to do
anything about it, the sea quieted down and the rain stopped. So I had a free afternoon.
After lunch I
censored some mail and began a book by Louis Bromfield. I'm not sure of the title but I think it's
"There is Always Tomorrow." Anyway
it is interesting and I'll probably finish it when I turn in tonight.
When I got
tired reading I went down to my office and finished one of the necklaces I'm
making and it's a beauty! Be sure that
the chain you send me for yourself is plenty long. Also if you can pick up a few chains suitable
for bracelets send them on as well.
Really these shell necklaces and bracelets are quite expensive to
buy. I've been lucky to be able to find
the shells that I have.
I'm all
caught up with my correspondence except a thank you to Ethyl which I will write
immediately after this letter. No mail
today but I hardly expect any for a few days now.
The movie
tonight sounds lousy but there is nothing else to do, so I guess I'll go. It is "Meet Miss Bobby Socks" with
Bob Crosby and Bob Benchley. I do hope
it isn't too bad.
Sweetheart,
do you remember how on rainy days on Washington Street we'd build a fire and
read and visit in front of it? After the
war in our new home I'm sure we all would enjoy an open fire on a cold night.
OK?
So long for
now darling. I love you more all the
time (if that is possible).
Devotedly,
Gil
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