Showing posts with label Belle. Show all posts
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Chiseled 260 Books for the Library


Lt (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
             USS Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
            Thursday 5 October 1944, 10:05 PM

Dearest Eleanor,   

          This has been a busy day for me but I didn't do any dentistry.  This morning I got a jeep and chased over to a supply depot and picked up a mess of recreational gear for the ship.  It doesn't sound like much but one can sure waste a lot of time doing nothing.  This afternoon I went to the district library to see how many more books I could chisel for the ship.  Didn't do too badly as I was able to get 260 volumes--that is they are promised, but I feel certain that I'll get them.  Then I returned and found a letter from your mother and you.

          Glad you went out and had a pleasant evening.  You must have a little recreation once in a while. See that you get it. That is an order!  You didn't enclose Edna's letter--guess I'll get it in the next mail.  Nick and Wally are right in part.  Let's see what Leon says before I say any more.  Anything new with Dave?  I hope he makes officers' training but one can't be sure until he is on his way.

          Darling, don't be so touchy about what people say.  Look at Jim Frug.  He has been in for a whale of a long time.  Dr. Symington and Dr. Ing didn't go just for the lark either.  They were all released by the War Manpower Commission when I was, and there wasn't much choice.  Don't forget that a man isn't always as well as he seems and Dr. Messer definitely is not well.  He managed to stay out but I'd rather be well and doing my share.  I'll still have my health when I return and we'll have many years together and they'll be happy ones.  I'll say you're  a bit "balmy," but you'd better not wait until I get home to get over it.  You have as big a job at home as I have here and I expect you to do as good a job of it as I'm trying to do.

          The weather here is also perfect.  It is warm in the sun but cool in the shade and at night there is quite a breeze blowing down from the hills.

          I wish I could see my girls growing up but your comments on them will have to do for the time being.  Then when I get home I'll see if you kept me up to date.

          I've got quite an accumulation of gifts collected up but I'm going to wait until a few days before we shove and then send them all in one package.  It will be you job to distribute the gifts as you see fit.  I hope your song books get here soon so I can use them while we are under way.

          As far as food goes we get plenty of it and it's really OK. I'd love some of your "Brownies."  Do you think, though, that they'd be fresh and whole by the time they arrived?  I'll let you be the judge.

          Glad to here you got another woman.  Hope she pans out OK.

          Do you remember the date we made with Belle and Charlie to go to Alaska? Well I dropped them a note last night.  After the war let's keep that date.  I still expect to take a month off each year.

          Tomorrow will be another busy day.  Remember the ship's outing I told you about several weeks ago?  Well the men liked it so much that I've arranged another one and I'm going along in the morning.  We'll leave early so I'm going to close this letter tonight.

          Haven't I told you I love you darling? How can I tell you how much on paper?  Well just wait until I get back!  Good night, sweetheart!

Lovingly'

 Gil

P.S. Just reread this letter and that item about seeing that you get it. "It" means a little recreation in good company.  Sounded funny so the addition.  One never know what "it" can refer to can one? Night again Sweet and here is a big kiss!

         

Our Ship Won't Arrive Anyplace Until It's Safe


Tuesday 19 September 1944, 8:25 AM

Good Morning Sweetheart,

          I never believed in mental telepathy but I do now.  Either Sunday or yesterday I recalled our visit with Belle and Charlie.  In the letter that I received from you yesterday you did the same.  On my liberty yesterday I went to a bookstore looking for something suitable for Linda and saw those books you mentioned in the same letter.  However I hadn't seen the letter until I returned.  There must be something to this telepathy.

          Worked all morning yesterday.  Had lunch aboard and then went on liberty.  Stopped at the Chaplain's Office to locate Wally and Al.  Wally is nowheres near here.  Al is at a station some distance from the base but I'll arrange to see him soon.  Then I went and had some pictures taken.  Will see the proofs on Wednesday (tomorrow) and then will wait a week for the finished photo.  Then I did the shopping I mentioned.  By that time I was pretty warm so I went to the beach and had a cold drink.  As I walked into one of the hotels another familiar face greeted me.  You may remember the name, but I've forgotten.  But you must remember the officer who lived around the corner at Diego with whom I tried to get together and share rides to the base when my schedule was changed.  Well he just arrived on the 14th and was on his first liberty.  He will be based here and seemed quite lonesome and lost.

          I hope Linda's stomach is completely settled now.  If she has another spell take her to Harry Sieger's and have him check her over.  Dear, don't worry about Leon's ideas.  Though we are going places alright, our ship won't arrive until it is quite safe.  I can't tell you why but believe me I know.

          Have to go to work now.  Will write again this evening after the movie.  By the way, saw Henry Aldrich in "Henry's Little Secret" last night.  Very funny and refreshing.  See it.  Bye my sweet.  Do you remember us and the Weinsteins at Arrowhead one afternoon in our cabin?  After the war let's go back, but alone.  I love you dear.

Your husband

Gil

Lt. (j.g.) G. Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot
F.P.O San Francisco



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World Gets Smaller All the Time


Saturday 17 September 1944, 9:45 PM

Dearest Eleanor,

          Just got back from liberty and decided to write a few lines.  Breakfast, as usual this morning, then a little work in my office.  Before noon I chased down to the prosthetic lab to pick up some castings for that bridge I'm making.  Returned to the ship for lunch and then Hansen, Cox and I went on liberty.  We had a couple of drinks in a couple of bars and then went to the place I described to you in detail last time.  We spent the afternoon there and didn't leave until 7:00 PM.

          While we were sitting there, in walked three couples, and one of the girls looked familiar.  Do you remember the McCloud girl who taught Hy and me tap dancing?  Well it was she.  She came out here to get married and the big event is coming off next week.  I just said, "Santa Monica."  She looked around and when she saw me came over and shook hands.  This world gets smaller all the time.  We left and got a bus to go back to the ship and who would get on but Dr. Matson who was in San Diego with me and then sent to the Sea Bees.  He's on his way but doesn't know where.

          So much for now dear, I've had quite a few drinks and am pretty high.  Will finish in the morning.  Good night my darling and pleasant dreams.

Sunday, 8:45 AM

          Good morning, Sweet, how are you today?  Note the difference in the writing?  Last night I wrote on my cot, now I'm at my desk in the office.

          By the way I picked up a newspaper, a day or two old this morning.  There was a picture of the young lady I mentioned having met last night.  I evidently got the name wrong.  It is Valerie McCoy.  I believe Babs took "tap" from her.

          Tonight I'll attend the Rosh Hashanah service here.  Today, although it is Sunday, work goes on a usual.  I have a patient in the chair and am waiting for some Novocain to take effect before I go to work.  No mail yesterday so I hope to get a couple of letters today.  If not I'll probably hit the jackpot tomorrow.

          Sweetheart today is the 17th and our home is now available.  Gee, I wish I was there to help you get settled.  Please take it easy.  If you can't get moved in in a couple of days, take a week.  There really is no hurry.  You still have a roof over your head.

          Do you remember the Stevens Hotel in Chicago overlooking the lake? After this war let's go back to Chicago and maybe go on from there to Canada and visit with Belle and Charlie.  Have you heard from them recently?

          Well darling, I must go to work now.  I'm always thinking of you and love you so.

Your impatient husband

Gil

Lt. (j.g.) G. Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot
F.P.O San Francisco