New Guinea
Thursday
Aug. 31, 1944
Hi Luscious;
I've got some news tonight to tell you about first of all. I should go on and write the whole letter now and put the news at the end, just to tease you. Deserve it don't you? However, I'm going to be big and pass up the chance. This news probably wouldn't be worth the price to you.
I got four letters tonight. Two from you, Aug 18 &19, and one from Mom and Hazel. The other was from Steve. That's the news part. He's been here for a couple of weeks and only about 15 miles from me and we didn't know it. He had lost my address in his luggage someplace and only found it this week. The letter was written on the 29th and I got it today. When he wrote it he said he was going to be here only a couple days and if he could get any transportation he'd try to find me. The two days are up but I'm trying to get away tomorrow and see if I can find him. I hope so. I'd really like to see him again. He's seen you a lot more recently than I. Maybe I'll get the same feeling you had when he saw you. Remember? Couldn't even talk. My, my, such a girl. I love you even if I do tease you.
If we don't meet this time the chances are very good that we will sometime soon. He expects to be back and forth between here and his base quite often. We get a few letters back and forth and we can come close to locating each other. If the opportunity presents, I may hitch a ride on a transport plane and look him up. All I need is two or three days leave. Planes are always on the go and when there is room you're welcome. It' only a couple hours by plane but a fellow can't be sure of a return the same day. Now don't say anything, honey. You once said I could fly home if I wanted to. I fully intend to take a ride in one of those big fellows
someday anyhow.
He very plainly told me that I was right about married life. Says there's nothing like it and wishes he had made the step long ago only then he wouldn't have had the same gal. Sounds like the real thing doesn't it? Like us, huh? He couldn't have as nice a wife as I have I'm sure. You're perfect.
She was on the pier to see him off. Says he'd have done most anything to keep from leaving her. Can you imagine all that in a letter from Steve? I think his hard shell may be broken now too. It only takes the right woman to soften us hard shells up like putty. We don't regret it a bit though. I love it.
In the letter from Mom there is a little part I think you'll be interested in. She was talking about Bob bringing his wife to be home with him and she says, verbatim, " I hope he is as well satisfied with marriage and has as nice a wife as you." Everyone thinks I'm lucky to have you. I know I'm lucky. I love you.
Her name is Jacqueline Stuck. Blond and 19 years old. Just your age when I started to go chasing you. I don't care much for blonds though. Strawberry blonds are my pick. Of course I like brunettes too. Especially one special brunette. She's my ideal. About 5 feet eight tall, chubby, built like a brick shit house, green eyes that turn black when she is aroused, sweet, full, red kissable lips, very pretty, no, beautiful is more descriptive, and on top of all that, she is sweet, loving, can be passionate, intelligent, faithful and the best little wife a man ever had. Her name is Babe. Know her? I love her so much I hurt all over.
I think I always talked so much about red heads because they look so warm. My brunette has become plenty warm for me [except for her feet] Hell, honey, you can have blocks of ice for feet for all I care. I'd even love them.
It was pay day again today. The last of Aug! Gosh the time is really going by. My lucky month coming up. I sure wish I was home to share that nicest part of the year with you.
Today we set our clocks back one hour. I suppose because of the coming summer. Everything is ass backward here. That only makes us 14 hours ahead of you.
I guess I forgot to say, I also got a V-mail from Marg. Wood barracks, steam heat, running water, cool weather, and etc. Doesn't sound much like N. Guinea does it? She seems happy about it all.
Now for your letters again. You wonder how I could surprise you. Well, honey, maybe you do know me and my capabilities, but the way I feel now after being away for five months, I think I'd be apt to be more passionate than you've ever seen me yet. Wouldn't that be a surprise? Seven is a pretty good score. Want to bet I can beat it?
I guess you really must have liked the little card I drew for you. You are so sweet and appreciate every thing so much. How could I help loving you? That's what makes me spend time trying to do things like that. Did you like the anniversary one as much? I didn't but it was the best I could think of. You can tell Meryl McFadden she doesn't know what Willie would do if they were separated. Makes a man do strange things. Look at me. Writing a letter every day and even trying to make cards to send you. Does that seem like the old me?
You bet I got a kick out of the pictures. What's the difference what caused all the enthusiasm? What you got or the legs. It's all you isn't it? You know I love everything about you and there is lots to love. I wouldn't say it was mean to send a guy in my position that kind of picture. It is true that it rather arouses slumbering desires and memories but they're such sweet ones. I enjoyed the stab of homesickness they caused. Anyhow I had a lot of training in taking that kind of pain and more or less holding myself in check in the days before you were Mrs. Effinger. Remember the condition I'd be in by the time I went home? I always came back, didn't I? You can send all that kind of pictures you want. I'll love 'em all.
You are not really sorry that the picture caused me a "hard" night and you know it. I'm not sorry. I'm glad I've got a thrilling wife.
Your threat to wake me up is all tucked away in my mind. Not clear in the back either. I'll remember and be waiting. We'll see. When that happens I'd say you've reached your growth.
Night, sweetheart. The last August letter to you I hope. Next year I want to be saying "night" with you right close to me. Closer the better. Won't even make you stay on your side of the bed. I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Letter # 467 August 30, 1944
New Guinea
Wednesday
Aug 30, 1944
Hello, perfect and beautiful;
Here's the old pest back at it again. Writing another letter you'll have to read and answer. I like to pest you. You're nice pesting, only I can't do it very well by letter. I can tell you I love you. I do, all the time. You're sweet.
No new letters today so I'll chatter along for a bit and then answer some I have.
Heard a rumor today that sounded very much like I'd be going back to work soon now. I rather hope it's true. This vacation was swell but I can't see it's accomplishing much and that is about the only satisfaction a man can get from the army. If it was to be only a vacation, I'd much rather it was where you are. Vacations just aren't any good without you. I miss you so much more when I'm playing than when I'm working. Why shouldn't I? You're my wife and we've always been together when we were having fun. I love you sweetheart.
There was a ball game today but in view of the fact I may not have much time to waste, I thought I'd better do a little work I'd been neglecting for some time, so I stayed and worked. I told you of the wind and rain blowing in one night so I had a hard time writing to you. Well, I've got that fixed now so I won't have any more trouble unless the tent blows away. I guess you can get an idea of what our tents look like from the little card I drew for our anniversary. I sleep in one corner where, if the rain drives, it comes in a bit, so today I made me three curtains and fixed them so I can roll them up and tie them there until needed. Now, let her rain and blow. I'll be dry. The curtains are of canvas of course. Then I finished my desk and still had a little time left to read a Colliers. Getting a little more handy and comfortable every day.
I heard remarks that are supposed to have come from our Allies to the effect that, give the U.S. Soldier a few pieces of wood and some time and he'll make a mansion in any sort of wilderness. Anyhow it's nearly true. This camp has sure changed since we first hit here. It doesn't look like very much of a place yet but you should have seen it when we first got here. I've got some other little projects in the fire too. I'm not going to tell you a thing about them though. Two reasons. One, to tease you in retaliation, and the other, just in case I don't have time to get them done. So there too. I'll find ways to tease you to get even, you devil. Whatcha sending me, sweetheart?
I guess that about covers my activities for the day so I'll get at your letters. Aug. 15 comes now.
Good thing you say your new job is going to be the most interesting of your business career. If you hadn't put that word "business" in there I'd be disappointed after all you've told me. You always tell me that being my wife is the job you like best. I want it that way and I hope that very soon that will be your only occupation unless being a possible mother is called another occupation. Anyhow, I want you at home and no place else. I love you, darling.
Sounds like Gus and Jean are getting the breaks for the time being at least. They've had quite a bit of time together already. Good for them. I wish it could be us.
So Pop Kelser is telling you stories of a slightly shady nature. Did you tell him one in return? It was a rather cute one and typical of a political year. While I think of it, I got the soldiers ballot you had sent to me. If I can find out enough of what's going on I may use it now that it's here. It's filed away in my desk for now.
I never had asthma either, have you? I've had a taste of the other though and I'm wanting a lot more of it. Best stuff. Gosh, I hope it isn't too long before I can get another taste. Taste, hell. I want my fill.
Can I get it?
Honey, I'll have to admit that most of the stationery I've been using has been pilfered. The small tablet sheets I bought at the P.X. That was all I could buy and I was going to have something to write to you on no matter how I had to obtain it. Do you blame me?
Don't worry, honey. I'm taking care of me for you. You're helping an awful lot with sweet letters and packages. Between us both we'll see that I'm taken care of very well. I intend to come back as much as you want me to. I love you.
I'm glad you're finding my letters so interesting. It cramps my style a bit to be so careful about what I'm saying. By going way around the buck and depending on you to guess what I'm trying to say we seem to be getting along pretty well. At least you seldom question about what I'm talking about. I got a smart Mummy if she can decipher some of these letters.
I can hardly believe it's you saying you'd enjoy a good "chewing" but I'm always willing to be shown. That's fun. Remember how they act and what you'd do when I laughed at them?
I'm sorry about the bawling out, honey. I've already apologized when I found you had answered once before.
All right, honey, it won't be a Velma in name but it better have a lot of your good points. That's what I really meant and not a duplicate name. If our plans develop we can always find a suitable handle for whatever it is.
Gosh, honey, I guess you are writing letters by the pound. Even got a scale so you can write the limit in each one. That's getting right down to cases. You're some girl.
So Marg is in England. May be in France before long. I imagine she is enjoying it over there. She always wanted to travel. In the Effinger blood I guess.
Evidently I was right in thinking you would make a swell mother. When you can be with a kid for a couple weeks and make that big an impression, it's proof a plenty. I've always been told that anyone that kids and dogs take to is an O.K. person. As if I needed any such test in your case. I love you and that's enough for me.
I can sympathize with Art and his wondering what to do with the old thing. He's one ahead of me though. He can still ask Marg what he's going to do with it. I have to solve that problem all by myself. I just let him go till he gives up in disgust. I guess he thinks I'm a hell of a provider. Can't seem to make him believe it isn't my fault either. He's ornery as hell sometimes, at others, only ornery. See? We're still loving you and saving all we can for you. Night, passionate, I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday
Aug 30, 1944
Hello, perfect and beautiful;
Here's the old pest back at it again. Writing another letter you'll have to read and answer. I like to pest you. You're nice pesting, only I can't do it very well by letter. I can tell you I love you. I do, all the time. You're sweet.
No new letters today so I'll chatter along for a bit and then answer some I have.
Heard a rumor today that sounded very much like I'd be going back to work soon now. I rather hope it's true. This vacation was swell but I can't see it's accomplishing much and that is about the only satisfaction a man can get from the army. If it was to be only a vacation, I'd much rather it was where you are. Vacations just aren't any good without you. I miss you so much more when I'm playing than when I'm working. Why shouldn't I? You're my wife and we've always been together when we were having fun. I love you sweetheart.
There was a ball game today but in view of the fact I may not have much time to waste, I thought I'd better do a little work I'd been neglecting for some time, so I stayed and worked. I told you of the wind and rain blowing in one night so I had a hard time writing to you. Well, I've got that fixed now so I won't have any more trouble unless the tent blows away. I guess you can get an idea of what our tents look like from the little card I drew for our anniversary. I sleep in one corner where, if the rain drives, it comes in a bit, so today I made me three curtains and fixed them so I can roll them up and tie them there until needed. Now, let her rain and blow. I'll be dry. The curtains are of canvas of course. Then I finished my desk and still had a little time left to read a Colliers. Getting a little more handy and comfortable every day.
I heard remarks that are supposed to have come from our Allies to the effect that, give the U.S. Soldier a few pieces of wood and some time and he'll make a mansion in any sort of wilderness. Anyhow it's nearly true. This camp has sure changed since we first hit here. It doesn't look like very much of a place yet but you should have seen it when we first got here. I've got some other little projects in the fire too. I'm not going to tell you a thing about them though. Two reasons. One, to tease you in retaliation, and the other, just in case I don't have time to get them done. So there too. I'll find ways to tease you to get even, you devil. Whatcha sending me, sweetheart?
I guess that about covers my activities for the day so I'll get at your letters. Aug. 15 comes now.
Good thing you say your new job is going to be the most interesting of your business career. If you hadn't put that word "business" in there I'd be disappointed after all you've told me. You always tell me that being my wife is the job you like best. I want it that way and I hope that very soon that will be your only occupation unless being a possible mother is called another occupation. Anyhow, I want you at home and no place else. I love you, darling.
Sounds like Gus and Jean are getting the breaks for the time being at least. They've had quite a bit of time together already. Good for them. I wish it could be us.
So Pop Kelser is telling you stories of a slightly shady nature. Did you tell him one in return? It was a rather cute one and typical of a political year. While I think of it, I got the soldiers ballot you had sent to me. If I can find out enough of what's going on I may use it now that it's here. It's filed away in my desk for now.
I never had asthma either, have you? I've had a taste of the other though and I'm wanting a lot more of it. Best stuff. Gosh, I hope it isn't too long before I can get another taste. Taste, hell. I want my fill.
Can I get it?
Honey, I'll have to admit that most of the stationery I've been using has been pilfered. The small tablet sheets I bought at the P.X. That was all I could buy and I was going to have something to write to you on no matter how I had to obtain it. Do you blame me?
Don't worry, honey. I'm taking care of me for you. You're helping an awful lot with sweet letters and packages. Between us both we'll see that I'm taken care of very well. I intend to come back as much as you want me to. I love you.
I'm glad you're finding my letters so interesting. It cramps my style a bit to be so careful about what I'm saying. By going way around the buck and depending on you to guess what I'm trying to say we seem to be getting along pretty well. At least you seldom question about what I'm talking about. I got a smart Mummy if she can decipher some of these letters.
I can hardly believe it's you saying you'd enjoy a good "chewing" but I'm always willing to be shown. That's fun. Remember how they act and what you'd do when I laughed at them?
I'm sorry about the bawling out, honey. I've already apologized when I found you had answered once before.
All right, honey, it won't be a Velma in name but it better have a lot of your good points. That's what I really meant and not a duplicate name. If our plans develop we can always find a suitable handle for whatever it is.
Gosh, honey, I guess you are writing letters by the pound. Even got a scale so you can write the limit in each one. That's getting right down to cases. You're some girl.
So Marg is in England. May be in France before long. I imagine she is enjoying it over there. She always wanted to travel. In the Effinger blood I guess.
Evidently I was right in thinking you would make a swell mother. When you can be with a kid for a couple weeks and make that big an impression, it's proof a plenty. I've always been told that anyone that kids and dogs take to is an O.K. person. As if I needed any such test in your case. I love you and that's enough for me.
I can sympathize with Art and his wondering what to do with the old thing. He's one ahead of me though. He can still ask Marg what he's going to do with it. I have to solve that problem all by myself. I just let him go till he gives up in disgust. I guess he thinks I'm a hell of a provider. Can't seem to make him believe it isn't my fault either. He's ornery as hell sometimes, at others, only ornery. See? We're still loving you and saving all we can for you. Night, passionate, I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Letter #466 August 29, 1944
New Guinea
Tuesday eve.
Aug 29, 1944
My darling Librarian;
How's that? You said I could call you that now. Anyhow I like librarians and school teachers. Always before the teachers were in the lead in a close race, now the librarian is way ahead. There was even a time when the hash slinging profession came into the race. Wonder why? Could it be because a certain young lady, who holds the key to my heart happened to be doing that kind of work at the time? You're darn right that's the reason. I don't care what kind of profession you took up, I'd surely be very partial to it. The one I like you best in is housewife, my wife, and that's the one you must have been made for 'cause you do it so perfectly. I love you. No matter where you are or what you do. Gosh you're a peach.
I got two of the back letters today. Aug 15 & 16. When the Sunday Aug. 13 comes they'll be all complete up to and including the 17th.
I'm still carpentering. Today I was making some more chairs and also some fly traps for the kitchen. I still think the army would have done a lot better if they had used me for carpenter or electrician rather than mechanic.
The weather the past few days has been threatening most of the time, but no rain. It's still getting hotter by the day. By the time summer really gets here it's liable to really get warm. Maybe by that time we'll be farther north. Wouldn't have to go far to switch the seasons again and be in winter when winter is supposed to be. Sounds so darn funny to say spring or summer and think of the month as Sept, Oct or Jan. Screwy isn't it?
Got my monthly issue of cigarettes today. Four cartons of Philip Morris. I haven't yet seen a Camel since I've been here. Also ten, penny size boxes of matches. See why I'm always asking for cigarette lighters? Matches are scarce as hen's teeth and aren't very satisfactory because of the extreme dampness. Those two you sent me are swell. Work like a charm. The ever lasting match type don't seem to work on gasoline. Lighter fluid is hard to find and anyhow, gasoline is always in reach. All high powered aircraft type and works swell.
While I have been away from the shop, Brown and the boys have been working on a washing machine. It's almost ready to run and looks capable of doing the job. An old salvaged peep engine furnishes the power. Three gasoline drums laid on side with the top cut open are the tubs. Paddles worked by the engine agitate the laundry. How does that sound? Soon have all the comforts of home, except a wife. Guess I'll spend a five pound note and buy my pick of the only females available. Maybe I could forget she was ugly, black, smelly, and dumb and get to like her. How about it?
Then, after the war, I wouldn't care if I did have to stay here in the army. Nice simple life. No bills to pay and let my wife do all the work about the thatched hut we'd call home as well as raise the family. Wup! Guess I'd better stop there. Can't even keep enlarging on the picture, even to tease you. You've got it coming you know. Watcha sending me for a surprise, Mummy? I forgot to forget all about it. I'll have to think of a better way to tease you than that. You know darn well I'd never consider anything of the sort. You've got me, honey. You're my Tootsie Wuggles.
Now for your Aug 14 letter. I thought you might enjoy the pictures even though I didn't take them. They are all things I've seen anyhow.
It's news to me that Bob Hope had been over here. He must have missed this place. They can't hit 'em all or they'd be here for the duration.
So Mick has adopted an apple tree for his own special shade. That's nothing. I could have a banana tree or a coconut palm only there aren't any nice exciting French girls to sit with. I said sit but - well, a man's a man and a girl's a girl. Explosive combination.
Too bad about Ed Selzer. I hope you can get as good service from someone else. You're wise to get your coal early if you can.
Don't be too hard on Bob for not writing. I don't blame him. When would I have had time to write a letter when I was courting you? I could hardly wait to eat supper at home. Wanted to be at Kelsers. Every night too, and then from closing time Sat. eve. until Monday morning I was with you all the time except for a very few hours of sleep. I often wondered why your folks didn't charge me board. I practically lived there. It sure was fun and I got what I wanted. Wasn't like a lot of things either. Want them bad and upon attainment be rather indifferent. I want you more and more all the time. I love you so much.
As far as I know, Ernie, Schindler, Angie, are still at Polk with the 8th. They are rumored to be about to move. You said Wacker said the same thing. Grafton's outfit, so I'm told, is now in Hawaii. [Darn. I never could spell that] Sounds good for Grafton, huh?
I can remember a time when you didn't like me to tease you about red heads. Remember? Before you found out I was only teasing. I think you actually were a little jealous of them. Wondered what they had you didn't have. Honey, you've got more than they could ever have. I'll probably always tease you about them though.
Yes, you'd better trust me to the ends of the earth. If this isn't the end it's darn close to it. I'd trust you that far too only I wish I didn't have to. I'd much rather trust you where I can see you once in a while. Lot more fun that way. I do so want to get back where you are in a hurry and then we can really start to live again. This isn't even an imitation of living in comparison to what we've known and will know again. We've lots to look forward to and think about.
Night precious, I'm loving you so much. I'm hurtin all over.
Your hubby
Norm
Tuesday eve.
Aug 29, 1944
My darling Librarian;
How's that? You said I could call you that now. Anyhow I like librarians and school teachers. Always before the teachers were in the lead in a close race, now the librarian is way ahead. There was even a time when the hash slinging profession came into the race. Wonder why? Could it be because a certain young lady, who holds the key to my heart happened to be doing that kind of work at the time? You're darn right that's the reason. I don't care what kind of profession you took up, I'd surely be very partial to it. The one I like you best in is housewife, my wife, and that's the one you must have been made for 'cause you do it so perfectly. I love you. No matter where you are or what you do. Gosh you're a peach.
I got two of the back letters today. Aug 15 & 16. When the Sunday Aug. 13 comes they'll be all complete up to and including the 17th.
I'm still carpentering. Today I was making some more chairs and also some fly traps for the kitchen. I still think the army would have done a lot better if they had used me for carpenter or electrician rather than mechanic.
The weather the past few days has been threatening most of the time, but no rain. It's still getting hotter by the day. By the time summer really gets here it's liable to really get warm. Maybe by that time we'll be farther north. Wouldn't have to go far to switch the seasons again and be in winter when winter is supposed to be. Sounds so darn funny to say spring or summer and think of the month as Sept, Oct or Jan. Screwy isn't it?
Got my monthly issue of cigarettes today. Four cartons of Philip Morris. I haven't yet seen a Camel since I've been here. Also ten, penny size boxes of matches. See why I'm always asking for cigarette lighters? Matches are scarce as hen's teeth and aren't very satisfactory because of the extreme dampness. Those two you sent me are swell. Work like a charm. The ever lasting match type don't seem to work on gasoline. Lighter fluid is hard to find and anyhow, gasoline is always in reach. All high powered aircraft type and works swell.
While I have been away from the shop, Brown and the boys have been working on a washing machine. It's almost ready to run and looks capable of doing the job. An old salvaged peep engine furnishes the power. Three gasoline drums laid on side with the top cut open are the tubs. Paddles worked by the engine agitate the laundry. How does that sound? Soon have all the comforts of home, except a wife. Guess I'll spend a five pound note and buy my pick of the only females available. Maybe I could forget she was ugly, black, smelly, and dumb and get to like her. How about it?
Then, after the war, I wouldn't care if I did have to stay here in the army. Nice simple life. No bills to pay and let my wife do all the work about the thatched hut we'd call home as well as raise the family. Wup! Guess I'd better stop there. Can't even keep enlarging on the picture, even to tease you. You've got it coming you know. Watcha sending me for a surprise, Mummy? I forgot to forget all about it. I'll have to think of a better way to tease you than that. You know darn well I'd never consider anything of the sort. You've got me, honey. You're my Tootsie Wuggles.
Now for your Aug 14 letter. I thought you might enjoy the pictures even though I didn't take them. They are all things I've seen anyhow.
It's news to me that Bob Hope had been over here. He must have missed this place. They can't hit 'em all or they'd be here for the duration.
So Mick has adopted an apple tree for his own special shade. That's nothing. I could have a banana tree or a coconut palm only there aren't any nice exciting French girls to sit with. I said sit but - well, a man's a man and a girl's a girl. Explosive combination.
Too bad about Ed Selzer. I hope you can get as good service from someone else. You're wise to get your coal early if you can.
Don't be too hard on Bob for not writing. I don't blame him. When would I have had time to write a letter when I was courting you? I could hardly wait to eat supper at home. Wanted to be at Kelsers. Every night too, and then from closing time Sat. eve. until Monday morning I was with you all the time except for a very few hours of sleep. I often wondered why your folks didn't charge me board. I practically lived there. It sure was fun and I got what I wanted. Wasn't like a lot of things either. Want them bad and upon attainment be rather indifferent. I want you more and more all the time. I love you so much.
As far as I know, Ernie, Schindler, Angie, are still at Polk with the 8th. They are rumored to be about to move. You said Wacker said the same thing. Grafton's outfit, so I'm told, is now in Hawaii. [Darn. I never could spell that] Sounds good for Grafton, huh?
I can remember a time when you didn't like me to tease you about red heads. Remember? Before you found out I was only teasing. I think you actually were a little jealous of them. Wondered what they had you didn't have. Honey, you've got more than they could ever have. I'll probably always tease you about them though.
Yes, you'd better trust me to the ends of the earth. If this isn't the end it's darn close to it. I'd trust you that far too only I wish I didn't have to. I'd much rather trust you where I can see you once in a while. Lot more fun that way. I do so want to get back where you are in a hurry and then we can really start to live again. This isn't even an imitation of living in comparison to what we've known and will know again. We've lots to look forward to and think about.
Night precious, I'm loving you so much. I'm hurtin all over.
Your hubby
Norm
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Letter # 465 August 28, 1944
New Guinea
Monday eve.
Aug. 28, 1944
My Sweetheart Wife;
When I came back from the ball game yesterday I had two letters from you. The Aug. 14 &17th. That is the first time this month they haven't come in rotation. Didn't come today either. I also got a V-mail from Marg. From the parts of it I could read, I gather she was at sea and up to that time hadn't been seasick. Doing better than I did. She also says Bob has set his wedding date for Nov. 7th. Says she has an invitation but doesn't think she'll be able to make it. Me either.
I hope Bob has the right girl and they like their new life as well as we do. Nothing like it. I loves my wifey. I'm anxious as hell to get back to her so we can continue our perfect times together.
The ball game was a good one. Eleven innings. 7 - 6. Only it wasn't in our favor. I didn't play in this one so they can't blame it on me. The game was tied at the end of the 9th 4 - 4. End of the 10th 6 - 6. End of the 11th - no tie. Awful good game to watch. I can't tell you who the games are with, so don't wonder why I don't.
Went to the show last night, for a change. Very poor. "Private Buckaroo". Harry James Band and the Andrews Sisters. Good music but that was all. I think it must be an old show.
My carpenter work slowed down a bit today so this afternoon I did the remodeling and enlarging of my desk, I spoke of. Made it at least twice as big as it was and have it so the door opens out level and makes the table to write on. The same idea as the old combination desks people used to have. Now I have room to put all the paper and things you've sent and can get at them handy. Three shelves on one side and two on the other. It sure isn't any masterpiece of cabinet work but it answers the purpose. When I gather up some more pin up gals and hide the rough wood it will look better. Haven't had time for that yet. Don't even have your pictures put back yet. I miss seeing your pretty smiling face too. Like to have you where I can see you all the time. Gosh I wish it wasn't only a picture. You're a darn good looking girl aren't you? I think so. Beautiful to me. Good looking legs too. I loves you, Bubbles.
Guess I'd better catch up a bit on your letters. Tell me about the gas allowance and things. Are they going to give you enough to get you back and forth and have a little to go on? How about tires? Are they as hard to get as ever? The old ones seem to be doing pretty well by you lately.
You can tell Joe Meyers that if you get out of practice it won't make any difference, 'cause I'll be out of practice too and we can start all over learning together - again. Won't that be fun? I don't think you'll need very much training. If we don't let our enthusiasm run away with us at first, we'll be going smoothly in no time. Am I right? Don't think I've forgotten very much. How could I ever forget? You hand out a very superb brand. Never forget it or want any other. I love you.
Don't be opening your letters and writing them over, sweetheart. Let 'em come. I like to know what you're thinking about and what is bothering you. After all, I'm your husband and lover.
Honey, you're building the stage for me to spring another teasing letter or something, like the one last summer. I'll get even with you somehow for telling me I'm going to get a surprise sometime in about three months. Even starting to tease three weeks before you send it. You're a devil. No, I can't guess what it is. Haven't the slightest idea and just because you're teasing me I'm going to forget all about it. What is it, honey? You devil. I'll fix you. Just wait till I get a chance.
Art sure is a handy fellow to have around isn't he? Takes as good care of you as I would. Almost anyhow. We're lucky to have friends like that. We'll do our darnedest to repay him in some way, sometime. Going to be a big job though.
The news does sound darn good. I can see why everyone is so optimistic. I'm like you though. I won't believe too much or expect too much until I'm back in sight of U.S. shores. I haven't accomplished a thing I hoped to, but I'm more than ready to forget it and come home. Being with you will always come first. I'm in love with you.
I guess the great number of men overseas now is largely responsible for your trouble in getting cigarettes and beer and things. You won't need to send me any more cigarettes. Just the tobacco. Keep the cigarettes for yourself.
For gosh sake honey. Don't send a picture of yourself in the same state of undress as the ones I sent you. I'd bust for sure. Blankets would need washing too often. Save that until I can really see you that way. Droopy ones look vaguely familiar. Honey, you have very poor comparison abilities. I couldn't see you that way and not get a buzz. I had a dream the other night of you but I woke up too quick.
I remember telling you I'd trade you for two twenties. That was before you saw the light and even then I was only teasing and you know it.
You can be a tease or a bitch or anything else you want to call yourself and I'll still love you. I don't have to believe what you call yourself. I know what you are and you're what I want, love and aim to keep. So there too.
I don't know about the devils in my eyes you speak of. Guess they don't have very much to dance about these days. I'll make you a bet that they shore up when you are around again and dance all over the place. You're their charmer. I imagine there are lots of little things like that are very way back in hibernation waiting for that beautiful day when they can stop sleeping and come out and be warmed by your love and sweetness. Nothing gone, honey, only waiting until we're back together again. Think you can stir them up to life again? If you can't you've slipped an awful lot and I might consider trading you for a half dozen or so twenties. Need at least that many to even begin to take your place.
Night, sweetheart. I'm loving and missing you so much. You're my wife. Gee I'm glad I gotcha. Here's a big hug and lots of kisses for my Chubbins. Good ones too.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Monday eve.
Aug. 28, 1944
My Sweetheart Wife;
When I came back from the ball game yesterday I had two letters from you. The Aug. 14 &17th. That is the first time this month they haven't come in rotation. Didn't come today either. I also got a V-mail from Marg. From the parts of it I could read, I gather she was at sea and up to that time hadn't been seasick. Doing better than I did. She also says Bob has set his wedding date for Nov. 7th. Says she has an invitation but doesn't think she'll be able to make it. Me either.
I hope Bob has the right girl and they like their new life as well as we do. Nothing like it. I loves my wifey. I'm anxious as hell to get back to her so we can continue our perfect times together.
The ball game was a good one. Eleven innings. 7 - 6. Only it wasn't in our favor. I didn't play in this one so they can't blame it on me. The game was tied at the end of the 9th 4 - 4. End of the 10th 6 - 6. End of the 11th - no tie. Awful good game to watch. I can't tell you who the games are with, so don't wonder why I don't.
Went to the show last night, for a change. Very poor. "Private Buckaroo". Harry James Band and the Andrews Sisters. Good music but that was all. I think it must be an old show.
My carpenter work slowed down a bit today so this afternoon I did the remodeling and enlarging of my desk, I spoke of. Made it at least twice as big as it was and have it so the door opens out level and makes the table to write on. The same idea as the old combination desks people used to have. Now I have room to put all the paper and things you've sent and can get at them handy. Three shelves on one side and two on the other. It sure isn't any masterpiece of cabinet work but it answers the purpose. When I gather up some more pin up gals and hide the rough wood it will look better. Haven't had time for that yet. Don't even have your pictures put back yet. I miss seeing your pretty smiling face too. Like to have you where I can see you all the time. Gosh I wish it wasn't only a picture. You're a darn good looking girl aren't you? I think so. Beautiful to me. Good looking legs too. I loves you, Bubbles.
Guess I'd better catch up a bit on your letters. Tell me about the gas allowance and things. Are they going to give you enough to get you back and forth and have a little to go on? How about tires? Are they as hard to get as ever? The old ones seem to be doing pretty well by you lately.
You can tell Joe Meyers that if you get out of practice it won't make any difference, 'cause I'll be out of practice too and we can start all over learning together - again. Won't that be fun? I don't think you'll need very much training. If we don't let our enthusiasm run away with us at first, we'll be going smoothly in no time. Am I right? Don't think I've forgotten very much. How could I ever forget? You hand out a very superb brand. Never forget it or want any other. I love you.
Don't be opening your letters and writing them over, sweetheart. Let 'em come. I like to know what you're thinking about and what is bothering you. After all, I'm your husband and lover.
Honey, you're building the stage for me to spring another teasing letter or something, like the one last summer. I'll get even with you somehow for telling me I'm going to get a surprise sometime in about three months. Even starting to tease three weeks before you send it. You're a devil. No, I can't guess what it is. Haven't the slightest idea and just because you're teasing me I'm going to forget all about it. What is it, honey? You devil. I'll fix you. Just wait till I get a chance.
Art sure is a handy fellow to have around isn't he? Takes as good care of you as I would. Almost anyhow. We're lucky to have friends like that. We'll do our darnedest to repay him in some way, sometime. Going to be a big job though.
The news does sound darn good. I can see why everyone is so optimistic. I'm like you though. I won't believe too much or expect too much until I'm back in sight of U.S. shores. I haven't accomplished a thing I hoped to, but I'm more than ready to forget it and come home. Being with you will always come first. I'm in love with you.
I guess the great number of men overseas now is largely responsible for your trouble in getting cigarettes and beer and things. You won't need to send me any more cigarettes. Just the tobacco. Keep the cigarettes for yourself.
For gosh sake honey. Don't send a picture of yourself in the same state of undress as the ones I sent you. I'd bust for sure. Blankets would need washing too often. Save that until I can really see you that way. Droopy ones look vaguely familiar. Honey, you have very poor comparison abilities. I couldn't see you that way and not get a buzz. I had a dream the other night of you but I woke up too quick.
I remember telling you I'd trade you for two twenties. That was before you saw the light and even then I was only teasing and you know it.
You can be a tease or a bitch or anything else you want to call yourself and I'll still love you. I don't have to believe what you call yourself. I know what you are and you're what I want, love and aim to keep. So there too.
I don't know about the devils in my eyes you speak of. Guess they don't have very much to dance about these days. I'll make you a bet that they shore up when you are around again and dance all over the place. You're their charmer. I imagine there are lots of little things like that are very way back in hibernation waiting for that beautiful day when they can stop sleeping and come out and be warmed by your love and sweetness. Nothing gone, honey, only waiting until we're back together again. Think you can stir them up to life again? If you can't you've slipped an awful lot and I might consider trading you for a half dozen or so twenties. Need at least that many to even begin to take your place.
Night, sweetheart. I'm loving and missing you so much. You're my wife. Gee I'm glad I gotcha. Here's a big hug and lots of kisses for my Chubbins. Good ones too.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Letter # 464 August 27, 1944
New Guinea
Sunday morn
Aug 27, 1944
My Chubby Chubbins;
Almost the end of this month already. Good old September and the days I like best in the whole year. Back in good old Ohio, I mean. The hot weather is over and the nice warm fall days coming. Leaves turning color, nuts ripe for gathering. Beautiful time for walks in the woods. We had some very pleasant days doing just that, didn't we? Gosh, I wish this was over so we could do it again.
It's just a year ago today at noon that you had to leave me at Fort Knox and go back to start your teaching. Gosh, honey, I was lost as I stood there on the street and watched Mick's car disappear in the traffic of Louisville. Like seeing a part of myself going away and leaving only a shell behind. Damn this war business anyhow. That's for both of us 'cause I know you feel the same as I do. I'm missing you, honey.
Did you know it?
Another week and Mick will have his first year in the army done with. Doesn't seem that long. I can remember those days in Ky so plainly. I'm too good at remembering, I guess, but it's fun and about all we can do for the present. Better day a coming, sweetheart and may they be soon.
I've got the camera all loaded and intend to take a roll of film today so I can send you some pictures as soon as possible. I know how I like the ones you send me so I won't keep you waiting any longer than necessary. I think it takes about a month for the trip to Australia and back. Don't expect too soon.
Bowman has come back from the hospital. Cured, they say, and ready for duty. I doubt it. All they did was feed him pills and give him a rest. They say nervousness was his trouble. Could be but it still doesn't sound right. He did have some worries with his wife about to have a baby and all. Then while in the hospital, his Mother died. Not very nice news for a convalescent nervous case. He does seem much better right now. We had cut a brass star and hung it under his name on the name sign on our tent. We can take it down now since his return. From what he says I think I will really begin to "buck" for a stay at the hospital. Not because of the nurses, as you are thinking, but for the ice cream and cold drinks he says they have. Sounds good. The nurses might be some attraction too. After all I haven't seen more than a couple dozen white women since last May. They sure improve the looks of any landscape. One woman I know would make this country seem like home. You know who it is too. My big, chubby, beautiful parcel of sweetness. My darling wife and sweetheart.
I didn't get much answering done on your letters last night, so here goes. Aug. 11. This is the one where you tell me you enjoyed the description of the Jack Benny show. If you like stuff like that I'll tell you about anything of the sort that happens, only don't expect it often. Doesn't happen much. I didn't know the attitude of the soldiers being as you say about those shows. They all certainly enjoyed this one. The trouble the boys go to to get to these shows is evidence of appreciation. Come from miles around in jolting G.I. trucks, over roads that would beat a civilian car to pieces and through dust like fog and get there two or three hours before show time, so they can get within seeing distance, see the show, and go through a department store bargain sale battle to find their truck in what seems a world of trucks, all looking alike, then the same disagreeable ride "home" again that no self respecting civilian would even attempt for any chow. Those that don't appreciate shows like that are either off their base or else too bitter about being in the service or have never really been in the army. Does that answer Louise's question? I could say more but I guess that is sufficient.
The question of the difference in Australian and English money values even though called the same. All the countries or territories under England are largely run by their own people. The Australians are the same system only different in value. The Canadian system is much the same as ours you know.
Honey, I know I don't need to send any money home unless I want to. You are doing a grand job of taking care of yourself, but I want too. I can't see any sense keeping it over here. I don't gamble and I don't see any sense in giving it back to the Aussies for their trinkets and there is nothing else to spend it on. I'm buying all I can get that I want. Don't worry about that. By sending it home we'll have a nice little pile to help make up for the time and money I'm loosing in the army. That bank account is going to look very good to me. About next month I'll be sending another little pile. I'm keeping a reserve of 50 or 75 dollars just in case.
Louise might be all right in her thinking she may go across if Mickey is kept in the army for some time. where he is it might be possible but in your case - no. anyhow, civilians won't be able to go over for some time and by that time I'm sure the older ones, at least, will be out.
So you danced one whole dance at the Grange party did you? You didn't say who the lucky son-of-a-gun was. I'm envious of him, even if I can't dance. You people are doing a good job of promoting, seems like. If all the boys like packages like I do they'll surely be appreciated.
You didn't need to bother about sending me a soldiers ballot. I know so little of what is going on and who is who that I would not be qualified to vote. Aside from the main event I don't even know who is running and since Wallace is out I don't know who took his place in opposition to Bricker. In my opinion it's too damn bad that at this stage of the war we even have to bother with politics. If the wasted effort were put to proper use, this war could be ended and the boys back home again. There, that's enough politics
for one day.
I don't have much chance to read but we now have a library of books, pocket size, here and when the time is available I can read. Can't read at night because of the poor light and with the short days you can imagine how much daylight I have to spare.
It's getting close to chow time so I'll let this go for today.
Best wishes on our anniversary, honey.
So long Babe. I'm loving you and missing you so much. You're my darling wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sunday morn
Aug 27, 1944
My Chubby Chubbins;
Almost the end of this month already. Good old September and the days I like best in the whole year. Back in good old Ohio, I mean. The hot weather is over and the nice warm fall days coming. Leaves turning color, nuts ripe for gathering. Beautiful time for walks in the woods. We had some very pleasant days doing just that, didn't we? Gosh, I wish this was over so we could do it again.
It's just a year ago today at noon that you had to leave me at Fort Knox and go back to start your teaching. Gosh, honey, I was lost as I stood there on the street and watched Mick's car disappear in the traffic of Louisville. Like seeing a part of myself going away and leaving only a shell behind. Damn this war business anyhow. That's for both of us 'cause I know you feel the same as I do. I'm missing you, honey.
Did you know it?
Another week and Mick will have his first year in the army done with. Doesn't seem that long. I can remember those days in Ky so plainly. I'm too good at remembering, I guess, but it's fun and about all we can do for the present. Better day a coming, sweetheart and may they be soon.
I've got the camera all loaded and intend to take a roll of film today so I can send you some pictures as soon as possible. I know how I like the ones you send me so I won't keep you waiting any longer than necessary. I think it takes about a month for the trip to Australia and back. Don't expect too soon.
Bowman has come back from the hospital. Cured, they say, and ready for duty. I doubt it. All they did was feed him pills and give him a rest. They say nervousness was his trouble. Could be but it still doesn't sound right. He did have some worries with his wife about to have a baby and all. Then while in the hospital, his Mother died. Not very nice news for a convalescent nervous case. He does seem much better right now. We had cut a brass star and hung it under his name on the name sign on our tent. We can take it down now since his return. From what he says I think I will really begin to "buck" for a stay at the hospital. Not because of the nurses, as you are thinking, but for the ice cream and cold drinks he says they have. Sounds good. The nurses might be some attraction too. After all I haven't seen more than a couple dozen white women since last May. They sure improve the looks of any landscape. One woman I know would make this country seem like home. You know who it is too. My big, chubby, beautiful parcel of sweetness. My darling wife and sweetheart.
I didn't get much answering done on your letters last night, so here goes. Aug. 11. This is the one where you tell me you enjoyed the description of the Jack Benny show. If you like stuff like that I'll tell you about anything of the sort that happens, only don't expect it often. Doesn't happen much. I didn't know the attitude of the soldiers being as you say about those shows. They all certainly enjoyed this one. The trouble the boys go to to get to these shows is evidence of appreciation. Come from miles around in jolting G.I. trucks, over roads that would beat a civilian car to pieces and through dust like fog and get there two or three hours before show time, so they can get within seeing distance, see the show, and go through a department store bargain sale battle to find their truck in what seems a world of trucks, all looking alike, then the same disagreeable ride "home" again that no self respecting civilian would even attempt for any chow. Those that don't appreciate shows like that are either off their base or else too bitter about being in the service or have never really been in the army. Does that answer Louise's question? I could say more but I guess that is sufficient.
The question of the difference in Australian and English money values even though called the same. All the countries or territories under England are largely run by their own people. The Australians are the same system only different in value. The Canadian system is much the same as ours you know.
Honey, I know I don't need to send any money home unless I want to. You are doing a grand job of taking care of yourself, but I want too. I can't see any sense keeping it over here. I don't gamble and I don't see any sense in giving it back to the Aussies for their trinkets and there is nothing else to spend it on. I'm buying all I can get that I want. Don't worry about that. By sending it home we'll have a nice little pile to help make up for the time and money I'm loosing in the army. That bank account is going to look very good to me. About next month I'll be sending another little pile. I'm keeping a reserve of 50 or 75 dollars just in case.
Louise might be all right in her thinking she may go across if Mickey is kept in the army for some time. where he is it might be possible but in your case - no. anyhow, civilians won't be able to go over for some time and by that time I'm sure the older ones, at least, will be out.
So you danced one whole dance at the Grange party did you? You didn't say who the lucky son-of-a-gun was. I'm envious of him, even if I can't dance. You people are doing a good job of promoting, seems like. If all the boys like packages like I do they'll surely be appreciated.
You didn't need to bother about sending me a soldiers ballot. I know so little of what is going on and who is who that I would not be qualified to vote. Aside from the main event I don't even know who is running and since Wallace is out I don't know who took his place in opposition to Bricker. In my opinion it's too damn bad that at this stage of the war we even have to bother with politics. If the wasted effort were put to proper use, this war could be ended and the boys back home again. There, that's enough politics
for one day.
I don't have much chance to read but we now have a library of books, pocket size, here and when the time is available I can read. Can't read at night because of the poor light and with the short days you can imagine how much daylight I have to spare.
It's getting close to chow time so I'll let this go for today.
Best wishes on our anniversary, honey.
So long Babe. I'm loving you and missing you so much. You're my darling wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Letter # 463 August 26, 1944
New Guinea
Saturday Eve.
Aug. 26, 1944
Hello Beautiful;
I've just finished my weekly candy ration. One Butterfinger bar and a pack of gum. Of course I still have the gum to work on for a day or so. Cost all of sixpence, [8 cents]. See why I don't spend very much money over here. It just isn't worth a thing when there isn't anything to buy.
Mail call was a lot better to me today. Three letters, Aug. 11, 12 &13, from you and one from Mom & Hazel. Yours are still coming in order. Since Aug. 1 they have so far been consecutive. It's nicer that way, but I'll take 'em any way they come and love 'em all. I love you too, darling.
Our dry spell is broken all right. It's been raining every day for several days now. I don't mean steady. A nice heavy rain about once a day. It makes the air a lot closer and damper but it's a big relief from dust. It hasn't made any mud yet. Hope it doesn't. I had enough of that last winter in La.
Now I'm going to answer some more letters. I haven't forgotten that I left my trip stranded in L.A. I'll get to that one of these days when I need something to write about.
In spite of your pooh, poohing the idea of you learning to do so many things I liked to do, skating, hunting, and so on, I still think it was mighty swell of you to do it and never complain 'cause I didn't learn some of the things you liked to do. You're a very sweet girl and I love you. Anything I've learned to do I couldn't help but learn. A good teacher can obtain some results from even the most backward pupil. I had the teacher for the job. Sweet, beautiful, and talented. Above all I was in love with her and so had lots of incentive to learn.
You're getting lots of help with your hoping and praying that a year from now we'll be back together and will have forgotten most of the heartache and lonely days I've been away. I'm holding my breath to hear how they decide the priority of return to civilian life. I'm scared I won't rate very high. We'll just have to wait and see. In any case you may be sure I'll be on my way at the earliest possible minute and that I'll be glad to stay with my wife for a long, long time. I'll even hate to go back to work after the "vacation" 'cause then I'll only see you morning and night. Maybe we'll have plenty gas and tires though and I can come home to dinner. Would you like that? I used to like it when we were first married. Remember?
I thought you would like King's Row. I thought it was a pretty good book. It was long and in places rather dry but different and interesting in spite of it. You sure read it a lot quicker than I did. I started it on the boat and didn't finish it until after I had been here a month or so. You did it in two evenings.
Sweetheart, you don't sound very much like my egotistical wife when you say you half believe the things I tell you. anyhow it isn't being very dutiful. Don't you know you're supposed to believe and obey everything I say? At this distance I can't do anything to make you believe me except to keep on repeating and assuring you that I mean all I say and more. I love you.
Your idea of a perfect husband isn't a very difficult bill to fill. One that can make love good both in the flesh and on paper. Any red blooded male should be able to do that if given as nice a subject as you. If that was all it took I'm certain I could always qualify, but I'm sure you only mean those to be two of the many things that would go into making a perfect husband. I know I require a lot more qualifications for my perfect wife. I've got her too. Had her for four years and still don't know the extent of the bargain I got. I'm lucky.
Darling, I'm going to cheat you on this letter. I want to write a couple more yet tonight so I'll only have yours to write tomorrow. Another ball game tomorrow and I can't seem to stay away from them and take it easy as an old man should. Crazy aren't I? As soon as I can see any possibility of coming home I'll start resting up, so that when I get there you can renew your acquaintance with the ceiling. Night, honey, I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Saturday Eve.
Aug. 26, 1944
Hello Beautiful;
I've just finished my weekly candy ration. One Butterfinger bar and a pack of gum. Of course I still have the gum to work on for a day or so. Cost all of sixpence, [8 cents]. See why I don't spend very much money over here. It just isn't worth a thing when there isn't anything to buy.
Mail call was a lot better to me today. Three letters, Aug. 11, 12 &13, from you and one from Mom & Hazel. Yours are still coming in order. Since Aug. 1 they have so far been consecutive. It's nicer that way, but I'll take 'em any way they come and love 'em all. I love you too, darling.
Our dry spell is broken all right. It's been raining every day for several days now. I don't mean steady. A nice heavy rain about once a day. It makes the air a lot closer and damper but it's a big relief from dust. It hasn't made any mud yet. Hope it doesn't. I had enough of that last winter in La.
Now I'm going to answer some more letters. I haven't forgotten that I left my trip stranded in L.A. I'll get to that one of these days when I need something to write about.
In spite of your pooh, poohing the idea of you learning to do so many things I liked to do, skating, hunting, and so on, I still think it was mighty swell of you to do it and never complain 'cause I didn't learn some of the things you liked to do. You're a very sweet girl and I love you. Anything I've learned to do I couldn't help but learn. A good teacher can obtain some results from even the most backward pupil. I had the teacher for the job. Sweet, beautiful, and talented. Above all I was in love with her and so had lots of incentive to learn.
You're getting lots of help with your hoping and praying that a year from now we'll be back together and will have forgotten most of the heartache and lonely days I've been away. I'm holding my breath to hear how they decide the priority of return to civilian life. I'm scared I won't rate very high. We'll just have to wait and see. In any case you may be sure I'll be on my way at the earliest possible minute and that I'll be glad to stay with my wife for a long, long time. I'll even hate to go back to work after the "vacation" 'cause then I'll only see you morning and night. Maybe we'll have plenty gas and tires though and I can come home to dinner. Would you like that? I used to like it when we were first married. Remember?
I thought you would like King's Row. I thought it was a pretty good book. It was long and in places rather dry but different and interesting in spite of it. You sure read it a lot quicker than I did. I started it on the boat and didn't finish it until after I had been here a month or so. You did it in two evenings.
Sweetheart, you don't sound very much like my egotistical wife when you say you half believe the things I tell you. anyhow it isn't being very dutiful. Don't you know you're supposed to believe and obey everything I say? At this distance I can't do anything to make you believe me except to keep on repeating and assuring you that I mean all I say and more. I love you.
Your idea of a perfect husband isn't a very difficult bill to fill. One that can make love good both in the flesh and on paper. Any red blooded male should be able to do that if given as nice a subject as you. If that was all it took I'm certain I could always qualify, but I'm sure you only mean those to be two of the many things that would go into making a perfect husband. I know I require a lot more qualifications for my perfect wife. I've got her too. Had her for four years and still don't know the extent of the bargain I got. I'm lucky.
Darling, I'm going to cheat you on this letter. I want to write a couple more yet tonight so I'll only have yours to write tomorrow. Another ball game tomorrow and I can't seem to stay away from them and take it easy as an old man should. Crazy aren't I? As soon as I can see any possibility of coming home I'll start resting up, so that when I get there you can renew your acquaintance with the ceiling. Night, honey, I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Letter # 462 August 25, 1944
New Guinea
Friday eve.
Aug. 25, 1944
My Darling Wife;
Gosh, honey, I'm having fun. Can you guess what at? Eating popcorn and drinking beer. The other fellows went to the show so I'm stealing a march on them and made up a batch while I'm writing to you. It popped real nice. You'd laugh at the equipment but it does work no matter how it looks. A gallon can with a wood handle with a piece of fly screen over the top is my skillet. A peanut can of gasoline saturated sand is the stove. I begged some butter and salt at the kitchen so there you are. Really something different. I still don't see how you thought of it, but you can bet I'm glad you did. You can send some more of that any time you want.
Popcorn brings back a lot of memories. Swell memories. Ones I'd like to be reenacting right now in part, at least. Memories of cold winter evenings when I'd come out to see you and work in the shop building things for the day when we'd be married. The bed, your vanity, the chairs, the dresser and other things I did for Mom. Sometimes, if it wasn't too cold you'd come out "to see" and maybe urge me to quit work and come in. Other times you brought me a kettle of popcorn and I'd take a break and even get a kiss or two. When I'd come in Mom usually either had more popcorn or else made some and we'd all sit and eat and talk a while, until Mom & Pop would considerately say they were sleepy and go off to bed, leaving Babe and I to amuse ourselves. Darn nice of them, We didn't need much amusement, did we, honey? We'd curl up on the davenport and "uze" and maybe even talk a little. Lots of times, we'd go to sleep and wake up at one or two and I'd have to go home. Damn it. I don't know how I was so dumb as to keep it up as long as I did. I think if I'd have said the right words you'd have been glad to quit teaching before your certificate ran out. Wouldn't you? You didn't care much about teaching anyhow. I have only one very lame excuse for that. I thought I wasn't yet in a position to support a wife properly. I know now it's a foolish idea. You aren't at ll an expense. From the monetary standpoint you're an asset and I mean that. We had more and accomplished more after we were married than I ever did before. You've never yet asked for any money, in fact, I usually turned to you for it. I remember we took our vacation one year on what you had saved from a very meager allowance. Since then I asked you for money a couple other times. You're swell, honey. I don't see how anyone can be so nice in so many ways. I'm not kicking about it any. I'm loving you. Now, since I've been away, I've found that a good wife is very glad and willing to pitch in and help in any way she can. Too bad I didn't learn that sooner. We could have had several more very happy years together. I'll try to make it up to you, honey. To both of us. I'm learning the hard, slow way. You're the teacher too, whether you know it or not. You'll never get away from the profession as long as you keep me. Do I stay? I could stay over here with the army of occupation if you don't want me back, you know. You better not tell me to stay over here. I'll haunt you. I love you, honey. You're my perfect wife.
I did succeed in getting another ring made in time to send. It isn't as nice a job as the first. I tried to hurry it too much. In as much as it is only a token of remembrance and not anything you'll want to wear, I guess it'll pass. In a very small way it stands for and expresses my feelings for that great day of Sept 8, 1940. Four years ago. Gosh, sweetheart, it means more to me every year.
The first year while our marriage was more or less in the experiment and adjusting stage, I was very well satisfied and happy with the new life. The second year we had gotten past the first test and were becoming a good team and I began to realize that marriage was a very nice institution. I forgot all about the "good old free and single days" as people seem to refer to them. Why, I don't know. I could never see where I had ever been any happier or more satisfied. I began to get fat didn't I? Then the third year. It became very apparent I was going to have to leave you and home for the army. That really made me realize that I would never be satisfied without my darling wife. The new life and new experience of really and truly loving someone else had become a very necessary to me. Yes, honey, our marriage is way past the experiment and adjustment stage and will always be a very happy and tender one. So here's to our fourth anniversary and may there be many, many more of them. A hundred, or a thousand for that matter, would not be enough. I know there can't be any such number, but we'll make the most of all we have. Happy returns, honey. I love my wife so much.
Now, I'll say what I started to say about the little ring. The silver in it won't stay very bright so it isn't anything to wear, unless you want to of course. Its' only purpose is remembrance. If you want to shine it use some silver polish.
We've had our little popcorn party and "Mac", "Bake", and "Oil" say thanks very much to you. They really went for it. Evidence, an empty Jolly Time popcorn can. I thank you too only I love you along with it.
I wrote the nicknames of the boys here. I guess you can tell who is who. "Bake" is Baker and "Oil" is Hanson. The name "Oil" is one tacked on him since he's in the army. He gets right into his work and consequently his clothes are always in need of an oil change. Hence the name "Oil". They are all writing for their folks and friends to send them popcorn, You really hit the spot with that idea, sweetheart.
I also sent another of my attempts at drawing. It turned out like the ring. First try much better than the second. Guess I'd better stick to trades I'm more sure of. It's kinda fun though. Wish I could really draw.
No new letters today. I got another Gazette and another Colliers today. I have some of your last letter left to answer yet, but it's getting late, [you sent the popcorn] and it's past my bedtime in this country. Ten o'clock. Sounds funny don't it? These tropics are going to make a lazy man of me yet.
I'm a little proud of this letter. I think it almost says what I mean. Oh hell, it all boils down to one thing. I love you and miss you so much. You're my perfect wife.
Your four year hubby.
Norm.
Friday eve.
Aug. 25, 1944
My Darling Wife;
Gosh, honey, I'm having fun. Can you guess what at? Eating popcorn and drinking beer. The other fellows went to the show so I'm stealing a march on them and made up a batch while I'm writing to you. It popped real nice. You'd laugh at the equipment but it does work no matter how it looks. A gallon can with a wood handle with a piece of fly screen over the top is my skillet. A peanut can of gasoline saturated sand is the stove. I begged some butter and salt at the kitchen so there you are. Really something different. I still don't see how you thought of it, but you can bet I'm glad you did. You can send some more of that any time you want.
Popcorn brings back a lot of memories. Swell memories. Ones I'd like to be reenacting right now in part, at least. Memories of cold winter evenings when I'd come out to see you and work in the shop building things for the day when we'd be married. The bed, your vanity, the chairs, the dresser and other things I did for Mom. Sometimes, if it wasn't too cold you'd come out "to see" and maybe urge me to quit work and come in. Other times you brought me a kettle of popcorn and I'd take a break and even get a kiss or two. When I'd come in Mom usually either had more popcorn or else made some and we'd all sit and eat and talk a while, until Mom & Pop would considerately say they were sleepy and go off to bed, leaving Babe and I to amuse ourselves. Darn nice of them, We didn't need much amusement, did we, honey? We'd curl up on the davenport and "uze" and maybe even talk a little. Lots of times, we'd go to sleep and wake up at one or two and I'd have to go home. Damn it. I don't know how I was so dumb as to keep it up as long as I did. I think if I'd have said the right words you'd have been glad to quit teaching before your certificate ran out. Wouldn't you? You didn't care much about teaching anyhow. I have only one very lame excuse for that. I thought I wasn't yet in a position to support a wife properly. I know now it's a foolish idea. You aren't at ll an expense. From the monetary standpoint you're an asset and I mean that. We had more and accomplished more after we were married than I ever did before. You've never yet asked for any money, in fact, I usually turned to you for it. I remember we took our vacation one year on what you had saved from a very meager allowance. Since then I asked you for money a couple other times. You're swell, honey. I don't see how anyone can be so nice in so many ways. I'm not kicking about it any. I'm loving you. Now, since I've been away, I've found that a good wife is very glad and willing to pitch in and help in any way she can. Too bad I didn't learn that sooner. We could have had several more very happy years together. I'll try to make it up to you, honey. To both of us. I'm learning the hard, slow way. You're the teacher too, whether you know it or not. You'll never get away from the profession as long as you keep me. Do I stay? I could stay over here with the army of occupation if you don't want me back, you know. You better not tell me to stay over here. I'll haunt you. I love you, honey. You're my perfect wife.
I did succeed in getting another ring made in time to send. It isn't as nice a job as the first. I tried to hurry it too much. In as much as it is only a token of remembrance and not anything you'll want to wear, I guess it'll pass. In a very small way it stands for and expresses my feelings for that great day of Sept 8, 1940. Four years ago. Gosh, sweetheart, it means more to me every year.
The first year while our marriage was more or less in the experiment and adjusting stage, I was very well satisfied and happy with the new life. The second year we had gotten past the first test and were becoming a good team and I began to realize that marriage was a very nice institution. I forgot all about the "good old free and single days" as people seem to refer to them. Why, I don't know. I could never see where I had ever been any happier or more satisfied. I began to get fat didn't I? Then the third year. It became very apparent I was going to have to leave you and home for the army. That really made me realize that I would never be satisfied without my darling wife. The new life and new experience of really and truly loving someone else had become a very necessary to me. Yes, honey, our marriage is way past the experiment and adjustment stage and will always be a very happy and tender one. So here's to our fourth anniversary and may there be many, many more of them. A hundred, or a thousand for that matter, would not be enough. I know there can't be any such number, but we'll make the most of all we have. Happy returns, honey. I love my wife so much.
Now, I'll say what I started to say about the little ring. The silver in it won't stay very bright so it isn't anything to wear, unless you want to of course. Its' only purpose is remembrance. If you want to shine it use some silver polish.
We've had our little popcorn party and "Mac", "Bake", and "Oil" say thanks very much to you. They really went for it. Evidence, an empty Jolly Time popcorn can. I thank you too only I love you along with it.
I wrote the nicknames of the boys here. I guess you can tell who is who. "Bake" is Baker and "Oil" is Hanson. The name "Oil" is one tacked on him since he's in the army. He gets right into his work and consequently his clothes are always in need of an oil change. Hence the name "Oil". They are all writing for their folks and friends to send them popcorn, You really hit the spot with that idea, sweetheart.
I also sent another of my attempts at drawing. It turned out like the ring. First try much better than the second. Guess I'd better stick to trades I'm more sure of. It's kinda fun though. Wish I could really draw.
No new letters today. I got another Gazette and another Colliers today. I have some of your last letter left to answer yet, but it's getting late, [you sent the popcorn] and it's past my bedtime in this country. Ten o'clock. Sounds funny don't it? These tropics are going to make a lazy man of me yet.
I'm a little proud of this letter. I think it almost says what I mean. Oh hell, it all boils down to one thing. I love you and miss you so much. You're my perfect wife.
Your four year hubby.
Norm.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Letter # 461 August 24, 1944
New Guinea
Thurs. eve
Aug 24, 1944
My darling wife;
Sweetheart, your boxes are coming through in swell shape. Got another today and also your Aug. 10. letter Another from the Dulaneys also. I'll have to retract my statement of last night about the letter paper. You sure set me up in a big way. If I can find enough to say to cover a couple of these, I'll be doing very well. I'd say I had plenty to last for a long time now. I didn't bother to count the sheets. There sure is a stack of them. With that bunch of stationery and what I had on hand and this mammoth stack of your letters, I'm going to have to do some enlarging on my desk and foot locker combined. I didn't plan on expansion when I built it.
Another cigarette lighter, more film, more soap, and, honey, you didn't forget did you? A box of toothpicks. I've been meaning to ask for them but always seem to forget when I'm writing. I've been having a hell of a time remembering to bring a hunk of lumber along to whittle into toothpicks. I'm chewing on one now. Good too. The homemade ones answered the purpose but they weren't nearly so nice to chew on. Taste bad. Very appropriate thing to send along with a box of popcorn too. Don't know how you happened to think of popcorn, I surely never would have thought of it. I'm anxious to get into it now. Think it's going to be fun. I always did like it so much and haven't had any for so long. I'll beg a little butter or cooking fat from the kitchen and some salt. An old tin can will answer very well for a skillet and it's very simple to supply a stove. A tin can full of sand and saturated with gasoline works well. We're going to have a party here tomorrow night. Got a new issue of beer, three bottles tonight, so it will be a party.
We've been getting our beer three bottles at a time, twice a week. That makes our 24 a month. I understand, however, that next month we are being cut to 12 bottles a month. I don't care very much. Warm beer just isn't anything I'd go very far to get. It does give a break from water all the time. I'm sipping at one now. Save two for tomorrow night to wash down the popcorn. You can send some more of that any time you want to. You're wonderful to think of it. You are a very sweet person. I love you so much. More every day too. If you keep on doing and being so many nice things, I'm likely to bust. In one of your letters you said you could think of many things to send to me and I wondered what they could be. I begin to see. I'd never have thought of anything like that. How can anyone have so much good looks and more brains? I told you, you were my perfect wife, but I guess I don't know the whole story yet. I'm loving you as good as I can right now. Know it? I doubt it, 'cause while it's 8 P.M. Thurs. here, it's only 5 A.M. Thurs where you are. Even if it might happen that you were awake at that ungodly hour, I don't think you'd be too much in the proper receptive mood. I'm talking from past experience. May be different now. How about it?
This box had taken quite a beating but everything inside was in good shape. Someone had evidently had a box of chocolates in this shipment 'cause they were smeared all over my box. T.S. I'd call that. Pretty hot to ship that kind of stuff over here.
From all appearances they aren't kidding when they say this is winter over here. As it gets close to the end of your summer, I can begin to feel the difference here. It's getting steadily hotter. Your first day of fall will be our first day of spring. The sun is coming back to this underside of the world and leave you in the cold again. Poor Mummy. No one to fire the furnace or warm her bed for her. I've been wondering how you warm your feet these cold winter days. They're the coldest things for such a warm person to have. I'd love to warm them for you again. Anytime.
Now, for your letter. They are still coming in order. I got the 9th several days ago.
Gosh, Gus's six weeks of school over all ready. Doesn't seem that long. Anyhow he has another six weeks before things begin to happen. Apparently Jean is taking every possible opportunity to see him while she can. Don't blame her. It may be a long dry spell coming. The news from over there surely sounds good though. Paris back in French hands and the Allied Armies driving toward the German border. I'm afraid they'll hit a tough spot over there. If they don't and can keep going it sure looks like the end of that part of the mess. Something like that happening might keep a lot of fellows like Gus at home. It isn't so much a question of great numbers of men over here. Time is the big factor.
The little pin you say you bought is very appropriate now. Our kind of outfit is usually used as a forward wall for the infantry. Work very close together.
Your guesses or deduction as to my location, are gradually boiling it down. Your guess about Cannibal Caravan is right.
So you went to work on the 16th. No more lady of leisure. I do hope you like it. You better keep yourself happy and well 'cause I'm going to need you a lot. I do right now. You're a big help with your letters and packages. I love you, my passionate parcel. You're sweet.
I knew you'd believe what I said when you saw the picture of the native females. I don't have a great race prejudice but I sure don't think this "stuff" would be any help at all.
Do you think it wise to build the house before you have the bird to occupy it? Talking already of enlarging our little bedroom. You're a devil, honey. I'll have plenty of time to finish that big one upstairs when I won't be quite so interested in going to bed early. I can work late then 'cause I'd only be going to bed to sleep.
I'm glad Marg is doing so well after her operation. That was a tough one. You can tell Art that, even if he is on stud pasture, he is way ahead of where he would be if in the army. It is hard lines though. I feel for him. I'd like to do some feeling for myself. Wouldn't you?
That doesn't anywhere near cover your letter but I'm going to quit now and crawl in. Night, Chubbins darling. I'm missing you an awful lot. You're my perfect wife. I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Thurs. eve
Aug 24, 1944
My darling wife;
Sweetheart, your boxes are coming through in swell shape. Got another today and also your Aug. 10. letter Another from the Dulaneys also. I'll have to retract my statement of last night about the letter paper. You sure set me up in a big way. If I can find enough to say to cover a couple of these, I'll be doing very well. I'd say I had plenty to last for a long time now. I didn't bother to count the sheets. There sure is a stack of them. With that bunch of stationery and what I had on hand and this mammoth stack of your letters, I'm going to have to do some enlarging on my desk and foot locker combined. I didn't plan on expansion when I built it.
Another cigarette lighter, more film, more soap, and, honey, you didn't forget did you? A box of toothpicks. I've been meaning to ask for them but always seem to forget when I'm writing. I've been having a hell of a time remembering to bring a hunk of lumber along to whittle into toothpicks. I'm chewing on one now. Good too. The homemade ones answered the purpose but they weren't nearly so nice to chew on. Taste bad. Very appropriate thing to send along with a box of popcorn too. Don't know how you happened to think of popcorn, I surely never would have thought of it. I'm anxious to get into it now. Think it's going to be fun. I always did like it so much and haven't had any for so long. I'll beg a little butter or cooking fat from the kitchen and some salt. An old tin can will answer very well for a skillet and it's very simple to supply a stove. A tin can full of sand and saturated with gasoline works well. We're going to have a party here tomorrow night. Got a new issue of beer, three bottles tonight, so it will be a party.
We've been getting our beer three bottles at a time, twice a week. That makes our 24 a month. I understand, however, that next month we are being cut to 12 bottles a month. I don't care very much. Warm beer just isn't anything I'd go very far to get. It does give a break from water all the time. I'm sipping at one now. Save two for tomorrow night to wash down the popcorn. You can send some more of that any time you want to. You're wonderful to think of it. You are a very sweet person. I love you so much. More every day too. If you keep on doing and being so many nice things, I'm likely to bust. In one of your letters you said you could think of many things to send to me and I wondered what they could be. I begin to see. I'd never have thought of anything like that. How can anyone have so much good looks and more brains? I told you, you were my perfect wife, but I guess I don't know the whole story yet. I'm loving you as good as I can right now. Know it? I doubt it, 'cause while it's 8 P.M. Thurs. here, it's only 5 A.M. Thurs where you are. Even if it might happen that you were awake at that ungodly hour, I don't think you'd be too much in the proper receptive mood. I'm talking from past experience. May be different now. How about it?
This box had taken quite a beating but everything inside was in good shape. Someone had evidently had a box of chocolates in this shipment 'cause they were smeared all over my box. T.S. I'd call that. Pretty hot to ship that kind of stuff over here.
From all appearances they aren't kidding when they say this is winter over here. As it gets close to the end of your summer, I can begin to feel the difference here. It's getting steadily hotter. Your first day of fall will be our first day of spring. The sun is coming back to this underside of the world and leave you in the cold again. Poor Mummy. No one to fire the furnace or warm her bed for her. I've been wondering how you warm your feet these cold winter days. They're the coldest things for such a warm person to have. I'd love to warm them for you again. Anytime.
Now, for your letter. They are still coming in order. I got the 9th several days ago.
Gosh, Gus's six weeks of school over all ready. Doesn't seem that long. Anyhow he has another six weeks before things begin to happen. Apparently Jean is taking every possible opportunity to see him while she can. Don't blame her. It may be a long dry spell coming. The news from over there surely sounds good though. Paris back in French hands and the Allied Armies driving toward the German border. I'm afraid they'll hit a tough spot over there. If they don't and can keep going it sure looks like the end of that part of the mess. Something like that happening might keep a lot of fellows like Gus at home. It isn't so much a question of great numbers of men over here. Time is the big factor.
The little pin you say you bought is very appropriate now. Our kind of outfit is usually used as a forward wall for the infantry. Work very close together.
Your guesses or deduction as to my location, are gradually boiling it down. Your guess about Cannibal Caravan is right.
So you went to work on the 16th. No more lady of leisure. I do hope you like it. You better keep yourself happy and well 'cause I'm going to need you a lot. I do right now. You're a big help with your letters and packages. I love you, my passionate parcel. You're sweet.
I knew you'd believe what I said when you saw the picture of the native females. I don't have a great race prejudice but I sure don't think this "stuff" would be any help at all.
Do you think it wise to build the house before you have the bird to occupy it? Talking already of enlarging our little bedroom. You're a devil, honey. I'll have plenty of time to finish that big one upstairs when I won't be quite so interested in going to bed early. I can work late then 'cause I'd only be going to bed to sleep.
I'm glad Marg is doing so well after her operation. That was a tough one. You can tell Art that, even if he is on stud pasture, he is way ahead of where he would be if in the army. It is hard lines though. I feel for him. I'd like to do some feeling for myself. Wouldn't you?
That doesn't anywhere near cover your letter but I'm going to quit now and crawl in. Night, Chubbins darling. I'm missing you an awful lot. You're my perfect wife. I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
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