Showing posts with label Ruby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ruby. Show all posts

Food Problem Acute


Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, FPO San Francisco
Wednesday 4 April 1945, 7:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Here is your hard working husband again.  Spent the morning and early part of the afternoon with patients.  Until 4:30 I worked up the monthly mess statement. Everything is all balanced and out of the way for another month.
          Then I took the book " Burma Surgeon" went up on the poop deck and got the sun until 5:15.  After a refreshing shower, I censored some mail and dressed for dinner.  Following dinner I collected the mess bills from the officers and now here I am.
          Thirteen is my lucky number. That is how many pieces of mail I got today.  I got seven letters from you, an Easter card from Norma and you, a letter from your mother, a card from mine and a letter from Leon and one from Ambie.        
          Ambie is at the St. Albans Hospital in Long Island.  He will be there for four to six weeks but actually will be home all of that time.  All he has to do is put in an appearance Saturday morning for Captain's Inspection and his home is only 1 1/2 hours from there so he goes home.  He says the reason he didn't say much to you was because you were talking over a phone.  Suggest you write him at the hospital.
          Now your mail.  They must not be too hard up for teachers if they let Mrs. Olsen go. Was she extra "lousy?" Anyway no need to worry, you could always make the grade but will never need to.
          I'm glad that Linda's throat is better and hope soon to hear that there is nothing wrong with her eyes either.  Gee I wish I were home so you would have me to share your worries and other things too.
          That Arrowhead deal doesn't sound so hot.  Be sure if you do take a place it is comfortable and close to the village.
          I would like "Earth and High Heaven" but I hate to see you spend the dough.  As you please dear.  Guess I'll get it by return mail!
          I'm well rid of my rash.  The sun is the best remedy for it.
          The food problem must be acute.  They've even ask us out here to cut down.
          Did you finally get to see "Our Hearts Were Young and Gay?"  It is very amusing and I hope you did see it finally.
          I'm not worried about competition.  I'll let Earl B join all the organizations but I'm planning to make new contacts that he can't have access to.
          It's time for the movie so I'll shove off now and finish afterwards.  Don't go away!
9:45 PM
          Hello Dear, still with me?  Just got back from the movie we had Deanna Durbin in "Must Keep Singing" and though she sings though the whole movie, I thought it was rather poor.
          Now back to your letters.  The Navy must be pretty short on medical officers.  Dr. Travis only had two months of stateside duty before he was shipped out.  He is from Minnesota.  We have an extra doctor aboard on temporary duty.  He had one month in San Diego before he was sent out.  He's married to a Venice girl by the name of Ferguson.  However he practiced in Arizona and his family (wife and three kiddies) are now in Frisco.  His name is Dr. Law.  So you see it is possible that Jim will ship out soon.  I'm glad that the dental officer problem is not so acute.
          By the way, the last time I was ashore I ran into a Dr. Love (dentist) who was in Diego the same time I was and reported aboard a carrier in September.  He is an Los Angeles man.
          The photos of the kids are swell, but I'm still looking for a few snaps of you.
          Yes I remember Greenfield quite well.  What is he doing now, do you know?  Sorry you didn't feel so good when you went out with Marty and Ruby.  We haven't had "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" but should soon.
          I'm glad my mail is coming through fast and regular.  Wish the same was true at this end but it isn't.  It's very sporadic as you can tell from my letters.
          Of course I mean Kosher dills. We have plenty of the others aboard.
           I'll give you the word when to close out the Diego account. As I explained in a previous letter, I've already arranged for the check to go to Santa Monica. We must be sure that the change has gone through before we do close the account in question.
          The bonds I've recommended come in $100, $500, and $1,000 denominations, so you can buy less if you think a larger purchase will run you a little short.
          That's a date for our 15th.  Anyplace you say, just as long as we're together.  Darling. I've already sent you a $100 money order for Linda so do it up nice for me.
          Your guess about us and the shots was correct but the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.  We "ain't" going anyplace for a while yet.
          Your day at Ruth's sounds like a real nut house.  However it always was so why expect any different.  Your mother sure puts up with a lot, too.  God only knows why.
          Course I mind if you cry awhile.  Save those pretty eyes and keep them sparkling just for me.  Besides crying never corrected anything, but then I'm not a woman.  Maybe I'd do the same if I were.  Well OK then have your little cry and then wipe your eyes and smile, please.  That's better.  Just the way I like it.  Now don't change.
          I've rattled along enough dear so I'll sign off.  Good night, Sweet I'll see you tomorrow.
Love
Gil
P.S.    Forward the enclosed questionnaire, dear.  It's taken a long time to reach me and may not do Ross any good but anyway send it on.  Bye again Honey.
Gil


Male Entertainers

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, FPO San Francisco
Wednesday 21 March 1945, 7:15 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          Had my usual busy morning.  Worked until 11:30 and then found I was through for the day.
          After lunch I decided to join a few others and went ashore.  While there we enjoyed a troupe of  travelling Navy entertainers.  The band was led by Claude Thornhill and there were several stage, screen and radio personalities in the show (all male).  Jackie Cooper who played the drums, and the radio personality "Betty Lou" were the headliners.  We expect to have the whole show on the ship in a few days.
          We got back in time for a  last chow.  After eating we enjoyed a pretty sunset.  Now, here I am.
          I got four letters this morning and four this afternoon. Except for my mother and Libby they were all from you.
          I'm glad that the affair at the Deauville Club was such a big success.  Of course I really expected it with you in charge.
          I'm glad you finally got to see "To Have and Have Not."  Its funny your thinking it was slow.  I thought it was OK, but then we didn't see it together.
          I'm sorry to hear that Dick is unhappy.  Making the best of a situation is important. There is plenty I could "bitch"(gripe) about.  Yet I find it is just as well to take things as they come.
          I'm surprised about Linda and her enlarged tonsil.  Don't do anything about it until I get back unless absolutely necessary.  I do hope she gets over her present indisposition soon. Dr. Kinney is OK.  See him is necessary.  His nurse, Mrs. Middledorf, is an ex patient of mine and should help out.
          I wondered about Leon's new job but a later letter cleared the matter up for me.
          I don't know why all the worry about a salami.  Several have been received and all in good shape.  Just wrap it well and let me do the worrying.
          You are still too sensitive and your sisters still don't understand.  Just wait until Dave ships out and I get back.  Bet you'll just drool over Deb and her problems.  Still that is your way and I wouldn't have you any different.
          Yes dear. You are right.  I don't give a damn about all the stuff that is happening in Santa Monica.  It all seems so unimportant and far away.  Hence, no remarks!
          I do reread you letters but who cares if Ruby presided well or Marty pulled a fast one on B.J.
          If you feel so strongly about a lot look around and let me know what you find. (For a home, not an office, of course).
          Libby's cheapness has reached a new high.  Now she writes V-mail letters instead of airmail. I'll take my time answering too.
          It is late and time for the movie so I'll dash and finish later.  Goodbye for now Sweet!
10:00 PM
          Hello darling, here I am back again.  The picture tonight was "Murder My Sweet" with Dick Powell, Anne Shirley, and Claire Trevor.  It was so mixed up the whole story is hazy and I can't blame it all on the beer I had today either.
          I just reread my letter so far and hope you can make it out.  My, what scribbling!
          From the sound of things Leon's outfit must be tied up with the Marines. Otherwise why the rugged training? Anyway he can have it.  Give me any ship, but preferably the U.S.S. America, for duty.
          Out here there is nothing new to write about. The war news sounds good and I'm still optimistic for an early peace.
          No more for now Sweet.  I sign off with love, hugs, and kisses for you and our girls.
Your devoted,
Gil


Kamakaze Buzzed the Ocelot and Bombed the Carrier Rudolph

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Tuesday 13 March 1945, 7:30 PM
Dearest Eleanor,
          How are you tonight darling?  Swell.  So am I.  I miss you and the girls just as you miss me.
          Today was just another day.  Worked all morning and part of the afternoon and secured (quit) at 2:45.  There were some doctors from other ships aboard who coaxed me to go ashore with them, but it would have been past 3:30 before we got there and that is too late to get started.  I like to be back aboard by 5:30 so I said, "no."
          Instead I went up on the poop deck for thirty-five minutes of sunshine.  Then I retired to my room.  I censored a stack of mail and then read until 5:15 when I showered and changed for dinner.
          After chow we were standing on deck enjoying the breeze and sunset when a rain squall came along and drove us to cover.  However it only lasted a few minutes and we all came back to finish our regular evening routine.  Now here I am.
          I got three letters today, four from you and one from your mother.  Talking about letters I wrote eight besides yours in the past two days.  Soon I'll be all caught up.
          You never did send Sol's address to me.  There is a good chance of my seeing him if I know what ship he is on.  If you haven't done so be sure to include it in your next letter.
          I'm surprised at the Lindenbaums.  I'd never expected them to call on you after so long.  On rereading you letter I see you met him at dancing school.  Well he always was friendly or should I say "smooth."  That probably is more the word for him.
          Dick may never be sent to Europe but may come out this way.  By the time his training is over, Germany should be licked and all army will be coming out to the Pacific theater.  Don't you worry none about him, army life and discipline will do him good.
          When I get back I'm spending my time with my special girl.  The Corsos don't have a chance and even the family will wait until we come up for air so to speak.
          So Ruby is still complaining?  Well if Marty didn't expend so much energy in other places he might be able to do her some good.
          Traveling long distances for vacations certainly doesn't sound very patriotic.  I'm afraid if some of our 100% Americans and patriots could hear some of the opinions and ideas of both officers and men about their actions at home, their ears would burn plenty.  Maybe they'd spend a few wakeful nights thinking.  Oh well nuff said on that subject.
          There is another appendectomy coming up which I'm going to be on so I'll have to hurry because they're about ready to begin.  Good night my Sweet, until tomorrow.
Yours always,
Gil

Chief Engineer Fell Down a Ladder

Lt. (j.g.) Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Thursday 8 March 1945, 10:15 PM
My Darling,
          This is the end of another busy day.  Worked all morning again and it was 11:45 before I was through.
          After lunch I relaxed and read the morning's mail.  I got four letters from you postmarked February 8, 10 and two on the 28th.  I also got a short note from Leon.
          At one o'clock I went down and sat in on a court marshal.  At two I had my wardroom mess statement audited, after which I returned to the court marshal.  However it was too hot so at three I gave up and came topside.
          Then I went to my room and read until 5:30 when I showered and dressed for dinner.  I was tired all afternoon and finally decided that the shot I got this morning (yes, another one) must be giving me a mild reaction.  Oh well in the morning I'll probably wake up fresh as a daisy.
          The movie tonight was "A Song to Remember" with Paul Muni and Merle Oberon and is a story of the short but productive life (musically speaking) of Frederick Chopin.  You must see it if you haven't already.
          Excuse me for a minute.  Somebody fell on his face and I've got to go.
          Well, all is well that ends well.  The chief engineer fell down a ladder in the engine room and hit his jaw.  However X-rays show no break so outside of a sore face for a couple of days he'll be OK.
          Now your letter. The 8th and 10th are about Mary and Willie and I've said my piece about them.  I do hope she either quits taking poison and then changing her mind or takes something quick acting and gets it over with.  Callous aren't I?  Yet I don't know why they bring all their troubles to you. I don't like it.  I see you are teaching again. Well after a week's layoff you're probably glad to be called again and the color of the money looks good too, I'll bet.
          I owe the lodge a letter. Joe Orenstein wrote me and I'll answer through him.  On second thought I'll write him and the lodge as well.  Last night I dropped a line to Marty and Ruby but I bet I don't hear from them for a long time.
          Glad to hear you are active as program chairman for the Auxiliary.  I am looking forward to the clippings you say are coming.
          I liked the poetry of Sara Teasdale. More please!  Don't send any funny papers somehow I didn't enjoy them as much as I thought I would.
          Glad to hear you're getting all dolled up.  It'll give you a lift and believe me I can tell just how you feel by just reading your letters.
          So darling, no more for tonight.  If I was home now we would both have a "nite nite snack" after the movie.  I feel like it.  Then to bed, listening to the radio---?
          Good night Sweetheart until tomorrow.
Love,

Gil