Monthly Archives: January 2015

January 27, 2015

To fill in the empty days between letters, I’m posting three photos that were taken in Cleveland in the fall of 1944, just after Dart graduated from his advanced training school at Treasure Island, California.

The pictures show Dot, Dart and his mother, Helen. Dot had recently lost 15 pounds and she’s looking positively gorgeous. The pictures show how skinny Dart really was in those days.

Thanks to my sister, Nancy Peterson Glidden for providing me with these snapshots.

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January 31, 1945

Dart has a lot to say after a week of not writing. Ever since his group arrived at their current location, drafts have been called up every day for men to become replacement crews for various ships in the fleet. Guys he knows have gone to all sorts of ships, from destroyer escorts to mighty battleships. Now, there are only seven members of his Treasure Island class who remain unassigned, and Dart is one of them. I wonder if they feel like the last kids picked for dodge ball in a grammar school phys ed class.

Those who remain aboard the USS ___________ must remain available for work parties on other ships or on any of the many coral islands that make up the area where he’s docked. He writes, “I can’t tell you how many ships there are here. I don’t know. But I don’t think I’ll ever thrill at the sight of ships again until I see this many warships in Frisco Bay or maybe in New York.” It would appear this young sailor is not inclined toward a career in the Navy.

Although they show movies every night on the fantail, and Dart has seen some of them, the real news is that he finally had a mail call and was thrilled to have a stack of 25 letters waiting for him! Until today, he’s not been allowed to mail letters since he was in Pearl Harbor, but now the system is in place for men in transit to send some letters out. Dart took the opportunity to stuff the mail box with all the letters he’d written up to now. He had cut back on writing, hoping to be assigned to his permanent ship before doing so, but now he realizes it may be quite awhile until that assignment comes, so he’ll begin writing again.

He’s often called out for a work detail, generally from late afternoon to midnight on a supply ship nearby. He was happy to be moved out of the compartment with all those Marines and into a larger, quieter space. In the process, he was able to retrieve his prized map of the Pacific and several other pilfered items.

“Looks like we’ve missed the use of still another full moon. And believe me, the moon is really beautiful as it rises above the deep blue of the tropical sea. Almost as beautiful as it is when it rises above the dear state of Ohio. There are, or were, a huge number of Ohio men on the ship. Every place we’d stand turned out like a reunion.”

He paints a detailed word picture of the scene from his hatch cover where he sits to write this letter. A battleship engaged in gunnery practice leaving flak puffs in the sky, a carrier warming up her planes for take-off practice, colorful signal flags adorning a myriad of ships and the bright signal lights flashing messages from ship to ship. He tells Dot that the small landing craft that come and go, dropping off and picking up passengers make his ship look like a Viennese taxi stand.

He decides the noisy deck is not conducive to writing the kind of love letter he’d prefer, so he closes. “I miss you, Dottie. I hope I never get over missing you whenever we’re apart.”

I’m sure Dot was happy to find a one-page bonus letter when she finally began to receive mail from him again. The purpose of the second letter was to make a start on answering the 11 letters from Dot that came in his first mail delivery. Her letters span the time from December 22 to January 11, and he quickly realizes how fruitless it is to comment on episodes she wrote about that took place over a month ago. Instead, he uses the the page to tell her that he believes their long separations will serve to prove how much they need each other in order to be happy and to remind them of the value of their homes and country. He looks forward to spending the rest of his life trying to make up for all their lost time.

He warns her not to expect much in the way of letters any time soon. Airmail stamps are impossible to obtain where he is. I guess his only other option is to send them through the free mail system, but those will travel by boat and could take quite some time to wend their way to Greenwich.

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February 1, 1945

This sweet and affectionate letter from Dart is peppered with details of his daily life and with intermittent attempts to answer her Christmas Day letter.

As he begins to write, he has her letter on one knee and this letter on the other. “How I wish your letter were you. When I think of you saying the things you write and doing the things you talk about, I imagine you saying them right here and it seems as if you really are here with me. It seems as though I should be able to put my arms around you and rest my head on your pretty brown hair. Dottie, this war can’t last forever, and when it’s over we’ll never have to tell each other what we did on Christmas Day.”

He got a big kick out of her description of Christmas at the Chamberlain house, but he needs clarification of one mysterious point. He begs her to tell him what a “puff” is. The one she got for Christmas was light green. (I’m glad he asked because I’m not sure myself. From the context of her letter, I guessed it must be some kind of fluffy bed covering, but I’d like to have that confirmed or corrected.)

He likes the work details he’s had lately. They’re not too hard, but better still, the folks here seem to know what they’re doing and they treat everyone well. Both of those factors make any work more enjoyable, in Dart’s opinion. How different that experience is from the work details at Shoemaker.

He assures Dot not to worry about the Aussie girls, even if he does manage to get a liberty there. He explains that the only reason guys like them is that they are there and they are girls. But he already has the prettiest and sweetest girl all to himself and he’s not interested in any others. He has her right where he wants her – namely, safe and sound in the good old USA.

With mailing problems persisting, he suggests she keep his birthday gift until the next time she sees him. But he says if she ever has another picture taken, he’d like her to send him a copy. Apparently she will need to show this letter at the post office and it will serve as the “official request” required to be able to mail the photo. That’s a strange regulation. I wonder if the Navy was trying to keep the weight of mail to a minimum or if it was trying to discourage unsolicited pictures from boy-crazy girls. I’ll have to see if Dot knows the answer.

The last paragraph is so endearing. “Gee, but I love you, Dot. I feel radiant every time I think of you. It’s good for a fellow, to be in love.”

There are no letters tomorrow or the next day but Dart returns on the 4th. See you then!

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