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February 2, 1946

Well, the big inspection is over and the Captain was not pleased. “There were too many unshined shoes and too much long hair.  I got called on the last, but I’d rather catch the evil eye of Captain Conwell than take one of the haircuts the butcher boys give on this ship.”  The crew is awaiting word on his decision about liberty time. Dart has a long list of errands he wants to run, so he hopes the plans aren’t delayed too long.

The only mail today was a catalog from the Ohio State University School of Journalism. He just got word that liberty starts immediately, so he’s going to wrap this up quick. He hopes to talk to Dot within a couple of hours to tell her how much he loves and misses her.

“I wish I could tell you of the longing, loneliness I feel for you. The only thing that can comfort me will be you, in person, really and truly in my arms to stay.”

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Dot begins by asking how the most thoughtful, considerate, lovable man in the world is feeling this evening. He was fine a few hours ago when she spoke with him on the phone, so she trusts he still is.

Then she writes an amazing little story – two of them, actually. First, she went into town by herself today and decided to see a double feature in order to pass some time. She saw “Johnny Angel,” and the beginning of “Shady Lady.” She wanted to see the second feature, but a voice inside her head kept urging her to leave the theater because something good was waiting for her elsewhere. She tried to reason with herself, but it was no dice. She walked out of the movie and began to run toward her house. When she got to the corner she stopped to catch her breath, and she could hear Janie calling to her from the front porch. “Hurry, Dot! California is on the phone!” She ran all the way up the long hill and arrived too breathless to speak, but she was able to catch Dart’s phone call. “Sorry you couldn’t understand me very well, but my mouth’s full of teeth and I can’t do a thing with it,” she quipped.

She asks Dart if he believes in premonitions. She does. Whenever she follows her hunches, of listens to that inner voice, it always works out well for her. She discussed this episode with her landlady Miss Olin who believes that people who are very close can send each other messages from their brains, just like a radio. She believes it’s one of the signs that Dot lives a charmed life, and Dot agrees. “Say, If I can just ‘think’ messages to you, it’ll surely save me a whale of a lot of stamps!”

The other story she tells begins with her chastising herself for making such a negative snap judgement about Ellie when she first met her. “As you predicted, Ellie is now one of my best friends. We get along better than any other two people in the house.” When Ellie was leaving this morning, she said to Dot, “By the way, there’s something for you in my housecoat pocket.” When Dot looked there later, she found a dollar and a note telling her to spend it on something for herself while she was all alone this weekend. Dot nearly cried. She’s been on such a tight budget of late that there have been almost no splurges. It was such a wonderfully thoughtful thing for Ellie to do that Dot began to cry. She hopes she can do something as thoughtful for Ellie someday.

Dot had a little chat with Dart’s mother after the phone call because she couldn’t resist reminding her what a perfect son she had. As it turns out, Helen agreed completely with Dot’s assessment.

Now, it’s nearly 2:00 AM and she wants to go to church in the morning, so she must close, with all her love.

February 3, 1946

Dart is minutes away from leaving for a second day of liberty in San Diego. Yesterday it took him just a couple of hours to complete his tasks so he could visit Ira Cotton, a buddy of his from the Haggard.

Last evening, he, Ira and Jo (a girl who lives at Ira’s parents’ house) went out to find some fun. They tried bowling but found there was a two-hour wait for a lane. Then they went to a local amusement park called Mission Beach and killed a few hours on rides and games. When the roller skating rink opened, the others convinced Dart to give it a try, so the three of them skated for a couple of hours. This morning, Dart is stiff and sore.

After skating, they feasted on salt-water taffy and french fries before going to a cheap restaurant for cheeseburgers and milkshakes. Finally, they headed downtown to see a couple of films called “A Close Call for Boston Blackie” and “Tars and Spars.” Dart finds himself becoming more enamored with dumb detective pictures, so he liked “Boston Blackie.” “Tars and Spars” was a pretty decent musical.  (I’m guessing we couldn’t find either one on Netflix these days.)

He spent the night at Ira’s and will probably go back there tonight. He remarks that people seem so nice, wherever he meets them, but he sure thinks more of his friends should live in Ohio. It’s a little sad to think of all the connections he made in the Navy that he lost track of as soon as he was out. Only Hal Martin remained a friend through life – mostly because of the Lake Sunapee connection.

Dart writes that he doesn’t much care for California. There are big neon signs advertising all sorts of things plastered all over the hillsides. The building are not so much architecture as “design,” and the whole state seems to have the same streak of exhibitionism as Hollywood. The dress is flashy, yet too casual for Dart’s taste, and everyone he meets seems to be overly friendly, but shallow. (Except his friend Ira.)

He encloses some snapshots he and Ira had taken.  Then he realizes he’s written three pages without mentioning the delightful phone call yesterday. Even though the phone had a strange hum in it when Dot’s voice hit a certain tone, he understood most of what she said. He wonders how Janie was able to get word to her so quickly. Won’t he get a kick out of the explanation she wrote in yesterday’s letter! “You laughed real live laughter, too. That was nice. Do it again for me sometime?”

“As I skated last night, I thought how nice it would be if you were there, too. I think it’ll be lots of fun to be able to do so much together. What’s the difference if we’re not too good at it, as long as we enjoy ourselves? ”

He writes his favorite sentence, “I love you” ten times. Then he wraps it up with, “In fact, I love you very much, all the time!”

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Dot begins her letter on the evening of the 3rd, but is interrupted  when Miss Olin asks her a favor. You see, Miss Olin’s brother Holly, who is the owner of this big house Dot lives in, has been very ill. Miss Olin is frightened that he’s getting worse, and she asked Dot if she would mind praying for him this evening. Miss Olin, you’ll recall, believes that Dot has a charmed life, and apparently, a direct line to the Almighty. Dot was flattered, but nervous because she’s never done anything like this before. She asked three other girls to join her – girls she thought would understand the request and take it seriously. They met in the parlor, read some Bible verses, and prayed for Holly’s recovery.

Now Dot’s beginning to believe in miracles because Holly was feeling much better this morning. He’s weak, but out of bed for the first time in days. Now he’s asking Dot to come downstairs and help move a piano. It’s just a small spinet that arrived today, but she was able to roll it from the hall to the parlor. “Don’t tell me that course with Charles Atlas doesn’t do any good!”

How grateful she is for her faithful fiance’ who came through again today with five letters! And she does exactly what I predicted several days ago: she really lets him have it about his complaint that his letters were boring and not much good. She goes on for a page or so about how good and interesting his letters are. “Dart, your letters are the furthest thing from boring. They never were, and I shall waste no time worrying that they ever will be. I love them because they are you and what you think and feel. They are so much like you that every time I read them I can almost hear you saying the words. You’ll be the best writer that ever held a pen if you make up your mind to be and don’t forget it.”

After declaring that she must study English and write to her family, she says, “Keep those masterful letters coming, Darling. They’re number 1 on my “Literature for a Lifetime” list, and the author is positively out of this world! You great big, gorgeous hunk of man, you!”

February 4, 1946

Dart writes another short and hurried note after a long day of hard labor loading the ship with stores for it’s voyage. Now he needs to grab a few hours of sleep before his midnight watch.

He was grateful to get another letter and a Valentine from Dot today. It reminds him of how much he’ll miss her daily letters while he’s en route to Pearl Harbor. He expects the trip will take seven or eight days, plus another two or so until his letters will reach her.

“I wish it were possible to go without sleep so that I could write to you of what’s in my heart but it’s not. Sleep overtakes me now, almost the way it did one night in Cleveland. Only when I wake up, it’s not because you sighed, nor do I find you in my arms. I live for the days (and nights) when that will be possible.”

February 5, 1946

Dot’s entry today is bound to bring some chuckles and guffaws!

I promised I’d answer 5 letters tonight, and tho’ I’d just love to, there’s no time to write      To the love of my life who’s so far away and who counts on the letter I write every day.

There’ll be other nights, Darling, when news will be rare,                                                                And your answer will come, so don’t you despair.

I know that this poem doesn’t sound much like Whittier.                                                                  For that, it should be sad, or perhaps a bit wittier.

Instead, this one smells, and it smells but good.                                                                                  And if any should give up on poetry, I should!

But it’s really such fun, just making things rhyme,                                                                              And I’m just having a heck of a time!

Knowing that you are wishing full well that I’d take my poems and go straight to Hello, Honey, yes, I am still here, and if you drank, you could cry in your beer.

I guess that I’d better go straight to bed and thus help you soothe your poor aching head.

Tho’ my poetry stinks and my letters are brief, I love you my Darling, beyond all belief!

P.S. Please don’t hold this against me.

February 6, 1946

A big surprise comes from Dart today. He was transferred from the John R. Craig today and is writing from Camp Elliott! Just after writing those words, he was called to muster. “I was declared ‘super’, (whatever that is — must be good, though!) and was given stuff to fill out for delayed orders, travel allowances, and train reservations. In a big hurry, I called Mom with the news and asked for money by wire. My leave papers, records, orders and reservations will be ready by Friday at 0900. So your mail will chase the John Ridiculous to Shanghai and then back home before it gets to me.”

He’s due to report to the Naval Reserve Armory in Chicago for assignment to duty in the Ninth Naval District until his points are high enough for discharge. Meanwhile, he’ll get five days of leave, plus travel time!

“The last night I slept on the Craig – the night I had the 12 to 4 watch, I lost most of the few hours I had for sleep, thinking of you. I kept remembering what you wrote about being able to kiss as much and as long as we pleased. Then I’d think about how much I miss you. Oh Darling, I’m happy!”

February 7, 1946

The dateline of Dart’s letter tells part of the day’s story. It says “Camp Elliott, San Diego.” It’s there that he sits waiting for tomorrow, for that’s the day he expects his orders, train tickets and leave documents to be delivered. He could  get as many as five days in Cleveland, but more probably, three or four. Either way, he’s coming home!

The office at Camp Elliott claims that Dart is within 45 days of his discharge and as such has been deemed a P.C. (Privileged Character), along with most of his fire control group. That means they  “stand no muster, do no work, have liberty continuously, and are in all other ways treated grandly.”  Dart suspects the Navy is trying to atone for all the dirty tricks they’ve pulled thus far, hoping to polish their image so that when the boys get home, if they find adjustment to civilian life too difficult, they’ll consider joining the regular Navy.

The food is excellent, there is music and news programming provided over the PA system, everyone is treated with good humor and respect, but Dart is cynical. He’s taking it all with “the proverbial pinch of salt multiplied a hundred times into a cupful.”

Blevins is still 90 days from discharge, so he won’t be going home on leave and is not considered a PC. Therefore, they decided to take one last liberty together tonight. They stopped to visit Ira Cotton who was not at home, so they left word of Dart’s good fortune and went to see a stage show.

Dart is pinching himself at this grand surprise. He’s having a hard time believing that the John R Craig is 100 miles out to sea, and he’s not on her. Just a few days ago they were all told to prepare for a trip to Shanghai. Then came the word that “a few men” would be pulled off the ship. When it finally came to pass,  60 were dismissed, their sea duty having come to an end!

Looking ahead to his hoped-for leave, he tells Dot he’ll be terribly disappointed if she doesn’t come into Cleveland to spend the weekend with him and his family. (Does he really think there’s any force on Earth that could keep her away?)

From her recent letter, it sounds as though she and Janie made themselves useful in “hampering the course of human nature the night of the big dance. “Shame on you,” he teases. “Remember how we felt when a man said ‘Let’s go!”? He looks forward to seeing her newly designed room when he’s in town.

There is so much they have to look forward to. One of them is a formal occasion so he can see her all dressed up and she can see how his neck sticks out in a tuxedo. Thinking of such things reminds him how much fun it is to be in love.

He’s a little shocked that the boys failed to bring flowers to their dates for a formal dance. “Must be something they forgot during their time in the service.” He assures her that, while his manners may need some re-polishing, they have not slipped as far as that!

He’s sorry she was feeling so blue for a long time, but she should never apologize for telling him anything that’s on her mind or in her heart. Writing about these things is part of what makes them feel so close when they are together. “Sharing everything with you is part of my love for you.”

“You mentioned that there are things you don’t understand about the way things are and must be until we’re married, the day you went to church. Can you tell me what they are? I feel the same way at times, and maybe it’s about the same things. If so, maybe we can to someone for help or solve the riddle for ourselves,”

He likes the ideas that she and Miss Van Campen discussed about tailoring a course load that is just right for Dot and her goals. He’s grateful that a professor has taken such a personal interest in Dot and hopes he’ll find someone who can help him design the perfect college path for him.

He’s feeling so good at this moment and believes it must be all the Lucky packages they’ve stepped on. He cannot wait for tomorrow and the next several days to get here.

“I love you very much, Dot. Can’t express my longing in any other way tonight. It’s been so long since I was able to that I hope I haven’t lost my technique.”

There are no letters tomorrow from either party, but Dart will return on the 9th. See you then.

February 9, 1946

Again, the dateline tells a story: It reads “Southern Pacific – a railroad, not an ocean”. Dart is on an eastbound train, making his way toward Dot!

He relates to her a lesson in physics, which he’d forgotten until he picked up his pen this morning. In the diminished atmosphere of higher altitudes, the ink in a fountain pen can be forced out. Sometime during the night, the ink in his pen followed the force of physics, and now, it’s all over his fingers.

The route his train is on has taken him to another foreign country (Mexico) and a new state (Arizona). He has a few more states and many more miles to travel before he gets into familiar territory. He prattles on for the better part of a page about state lines, desserts, the Continental Divide, etc. “All this chatter, just to prove I can read a map of the Southern Pacific Railroad.” Now, he’s out of ink!

He’ll be in Kansas City tomorrow night. That’s a mighty long train ride.

February 10, 1946 – Dateline Oklahoma

Dart describes the surrounding scenery as “flat as the open sea.” He also says, “Having recently come off a tin can definitely has its advantages. The poor land-lubbers (Ah, to be one of them again!) are having themselves a rough old time trying to walk in the moving cars, but we who rode the bucking broncos of the sea are moving about with the greatest of ease.”

He just finished another tricky maneuver aboard a train – shaving. He reports that his face doesn’t look as much like hamburger as it feels. He asks Dot if she saw the half-moon shining last night. It made him awfully glad he’s on his way home. He wonders if he might have a date with her on Saturday night. He’s not sure where they’ll go, but he’d surely love to escort her.

He’s witnessing his third sunset in a row from the window of a train. In about 24 hours, his train ride will be over! This train isn’t nearly as crowded as the ones he rode during war time. Even better, there are enough porters aboard to keep the cars swept clean. “The brakemen and conductors we’ve seen so far have discarded their wartime grumpiness, and are jolly and genuinely helpful. In other words, the trip so far is very nice.”

He tells Dot he’s read her stack of letters several times and plans to answer them someday. For now, all he has to say is that he loves her very much. That statement will have to hold Dot and the reader of this blog until the 14th, because there are no letters until then. We can have a little daydream about the happily reunited young lovers as Dart’s leave unfolds.

February 14, 1946

In the intervening days since Dart’s last letter, he and Dot have spent some time together. His opening paragraph today gives scant information about how they spent their time, but it’s enough to know they have seen each other and have plans for the upcoming weekend.

“This is your neglectful, lonely and blue fiance again, beginning a letter at 1 AM.  I’m sitting here in the living room, listening to the radio playing dance music, the dreamy kind of stuff that’s played at this hour.  Gee, I miss you , Dot.  Just think – last night at this  time we were sitting right across the room and we’d already been sitting there for three hours.  We didn’t sleep last night, did we?  That’s remarkable, considering how tired we were.”

Dart spent the day running errands, including a stop by Severance Hall to see what concerts were playing this weekend. Flash! There are no concerts scheduled for this weekend. That puts a crimp in their plans, since he’s already asked her for a date, but maybe they can take in a stage play, if she doesn’t mind seeing “A Bell for Adano” after seeing the movie of the same story.

“I’m tired, I miss you, and I love you beyond all hope of ever being able to write it fully. Good-night, my darling.”

February 15, 1946

Dart knows that by the time Dot gets this letter, they will have seen each other over the weekend, so the letter will be a nice littler surprise to ease their separation.

He bummed around all day in his dungarees and a too-big red sweater, practicing for the day when his clothing choices will not be blue or more blue. Of course his day began in the late afternoon because he slept for hours past morning.

He’s been spending some of his time checking in on his old hometown buddies. He visited Al Forbush’s mother and sister and learned that Al is still in the Philippines with yellow jaundice. They expect him home as soon as he’s released from the hospital. Dr. and Mrs. Singer report that Homer is back in the States, expecting to be discharged in the next couple of days.

Now, Dart turns his focus toward answering some of Dot’s recent letters. (Frankly, I’m grateful for this little crumb. They could have talked all of that over during their brief visit and left their future readers entirely in the dark.)

Yes, he agrees that it would be nice to see Charleston and San Francisco together someday, but for now he’ll be satisfied with Lake Sunapee. He surely hopes he’ll be able to convince his folks to drive Dot back to Greenwich after school and spend some time with the Chamberlains at their cottage. He’s still nervous about swimming in that lake, but if Dot doesn’t drown him, maybe she’ll be able to teach him some things about swimming.

Yes, Aunt Flora would like to get mail, especially if it’s from Dot. He grants her his official permission to write whenever she’d like.

The snow outside tonight reminds him very much of a letter she wrote to him while he was still in Charleston. “I wonder what the weather will be like tomorrow night. I remember how I wanted to walk in the snow with you. Wonder if I’ll want to when the occasion arises.”

He doesn’t care too much about how his eggs are cooked for breakfast, as long as they’re not boiled. “Don’t care very much for boiled eggs for breakfast, regardless of their race, creed, color or age.”

“You said you were scared to meet Fred. How do you feel, now that you’ve met him?” (Good question, Dart. I wonder if we’ll ever get to hear about that meeting in these pages.)

“I like, but can give no further comment on, that paragraph of yours about double beds and kissing as much and as long as we like when we’re in our own private bedroom. I can’t help but think it can’t be much more than we kissed Tuesday night.”

With one letter answered and him in great need of sleep, he signs off with “I love you my Darling. I think of you constantly and every plan and thought I have for the future includes you in some way.”

Since these two will be spending the weekend together, there are no letters until the 19th. We, their devoted fans, must comfort ourselves by imagining their total bliss at being in each other’s company over the next few days.