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November 28, 1943

The weeks in a hospital bed are taking a toll on our hero. His letter, while containing some humorous bits, is a little cynical and bored. But he never misses a chance say how much he appreciates Dot’s letters.

He writes of finally having a radio for a few hours, which a nurse borrowed to use on the ward. There was a 15 minute jive program that had the “up” patients dancing for the entertainment of their fellow “inmates.” Dart, never much of a dancer himself, loved watching these guys do their “sick-bay shuffle.”

He fills in a couple of pages with corny one-liners, probably heard on the ward, and some silly conversation about Dot eating spaghetti until it ran out her ears.  He promised to practice his shorthand and send her his practice sheet, filled with the only symbol he knows (or cares to know, most likely.)

The final page might shed some light on his flippant and somewhat impersonal note. “Right now I’m passing through the most dangerous and painful stage of the operation. So if my letters are brief, please understand.”

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Dot wrote two letters today – one from her friend’s house, and one back at school. She told about going with her friends to see a double feature of “Alaskan Highway” and “Melody Parade.”  After a midnight burger at the local diner, they returned to see the late, late show of “The Sky’s the Limit.” Obviously, movies weren’t ten bucks a pop in those days, so poor co-eds could see three in a single night!

She also told of listening to a new radio station in Kent where the announcer invited listeners to call in and request a song. She ran downstairs to the only phone in the house (!) and called the number. She said she was Dottie Chamberlain from Connecticut, asking him to play “String of Pearls.” Then she ran back upstairs to hear the announcer say “We just had a call come into the studio requesting “String of Pearls.” It came from Dottie Chamberlain from Kentucky.” Even though he’d flubbed her state, she was thrilled to hear her name on the radio.

She wrapped up the first letter by saying she was heading back to school and was sorry for such a nothing letter.

When she got back to school, there was a Great Lakes banner waiting for her. I guess she meant something signifying the Naval base where Dart is posted. Then she praised the Navy/Notre Dame game on Saturday night, saying “Oh, you’re just wonderful! You Navy men, I mean.”

She again apologized for a poor excuse for a letter, saying that although she looked forward to writing to him every day, she was afraid he’d get bored by her trivial notes, which was the last thing she wanted. On the blank back page of the paper, she wrote the large shorthand symbol, followed by a small period (dot).

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November 29, 1943

Much of this letter from Dart was simply commenting on parts of Dot’s most recent to him. Still, it seems they are both beginning to add familiar little intimacies with greater frequency.

Referring to Dot’s reference to her 17-1/2 years as being “just a baby,” Dart told her to stop talking like that. He compares her maturity to some 19-year olds he’s been out with and she scores high. “Furthermore,” he continues, “you’re much nicer than most of them. I’ve known several gals who were much too fast, or too affected, for my simpler tastes. Better stop there before I get too deep.”

In another instance, he referred to Dot’s comment that he could write to any girls he wanted because she didn’t really have any “priority” on him. “I’m not so sure about that priority you say you don’t have on me. I wouldn’t mind it if you had one.”

He hints that he won’t be out of the hospital for a long time, but finds some relief in not having to march for hours in the Chicago December.  And he reports that the library crew came by to ask if there were any particular books he wanted. He answered that he’d really like to read something by James Thurber. When they returned, they brought two – one by Carolyn Wells and another by Ruth McKenny. Huh?

He throws in a plaintive “Gee, I want to see you again,” before signing off.

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As Dart’s ardor is finding expression, Dot seems to be putting on the brakes a bit. “Please don’t take what I put on the outside of the envelope and elsewhere too seriously. I think and hope I mean it, but as I said before, I’m too young… I’ve seen so many girls get hurt by such things, that I’m gonna kinda take it easy. I will tell you this, tho’ – I’ve never felt quite the way toward any other boy as I do about you.”

She chastises him for losing weight and urges him to regain it and more. “Otherwise I’ll be singing ‘He would have been so nice to come home to.'”

She also tells him there’ll be no more apologies about his”griping.” She doesn’t think he overdoes it, and besides, she can think of no one who has a greater reason to gripe than he.

She tells him she’s nursing a cold and a cough and closes with  “All my love -(I think), Dot.

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November 30, 1943

Dot will not like the sounds of this one-page letter when she gets it! Dart apologizes for such a brief note but doesn’t feel well enough to write more. This, from a guy who wrote daily while strapped to his bed, arse-side-up. To remove some of the sting of his mini letter, Dart enclosed another snapshot of himself.

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Dot’s letter was also short, but full of news. Her biggest announcement was that she got a B on the chem test she was so sure she had flunked. This is a familiar theme with  her letters – selling herself short and turning out to be wrong.

She tells Dart that the campus store she works in is as busy as the “real” stores in the community. Her customers are mostly Andrews girls buying Christmas gifts that will, in turn be charged to their parents.

The cold Dot was experiencing yesterday puts her in good company. So far, four girls from her dorm, including her roommate, have been sent to the hospital with similar symptoms.

The housemother gave all her wards a piece of wedding cake from the butcher’s nuptials to put under their pillows. Superstition says that the girl will marry the one she dreams of. Dot has surmised that since she dreamed of no one, she is destined to be an old maid, running a house for old bachelors. We’ll see how Dart responds to that one!

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December 1, 1943

Dart starts off answering the multiple letters he received from Dot, written while she was in Kent. He asks her about the little arrow she drew after the shorthand symbol at the end of one of her letters. Later in this letter, the light dawns on Dart and he realizes the arrow is her “shorthand” for his name!

He is perplexed by her latest initial code of I.L.Y.D.M.T.Y.E.K. He hopes it’s something nice, but he suspects it’s one of those slogans. I wonder if we’ll ever know.

He talks about listening to the Hour of Charm radio program on Sunday nights in Cleveland and mentions some of the great songs they played. “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes,” “Stardust,” and “Lover Come Back to Me” were some of his favorites. He used to love to sing those particular tunes in the Shaw High School choir.

He commented that his mother was delighted to get a letter from Dot and that he’s glad Dot doesn’t smoke. To her earlier comment that boys never look at her, he responded, “I don’t understand why boys don’t look. The minute I saw you the first time, I murmured ‘I hope she’s my date.'”

He told her how much he enjoyed her letters and how much her liked her. The last thing he would want is for either of them to get tired of each other before they had a chance to see each other again. He reluctantly suggested that maybe they should just write two or three times a week and see how that went. (Spoiler alert! It never really happened that way – neither could break their writing habit!) He says he has no need to, or intention of looking at another girl until he can see her again.

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Another positive, funny and chatty letter from Dot in response to two letters from Dart. She enjoyed his story about the “sick bay shuffle.” And, she was tickled with his offer of a roll of film that he claimed was hanging around at his parent’s house with no one to use it. (I think he was probably hoping he could get some pictures of her if he provided the film.) It’s so hard to imagine a time when lack of film was a serious impediment to photography. I wonder if she had trouble getting her hands on some because it was so expensive, or was that another of the many shortages created by the war effort?

In an earlier letter, Dot had used the line, “Boy, you sure do get around! In fact, your picture is sitting on a bedside table in Kent, Ohio right this minute.” Apparently Dart took her comment to mean that a mutual acquaintance had been telling stories about Dart’s dating history. Dot assured him that she had heard no such stories, but she had noticed that he knew every girl they saw on their one date in Cleveland. Still, she told him that she has no objections to who he sees, writes to or talks to. This open and magnanimous attitude carried all the way through to Dot’s maternal advice to me during my dating years. She always believed there was no point in feeling jealous – it was a complete waste of energy. You either trusted the person you were with, or you didn’t. If it was the latter, why be in a relationship with them?

She thanked Dart for the complement of saying she was as mature as any 19-year old he know. She reminded him that her teachers and headmaster might dispute that theory. Case in point; the “roof” incident which had nearly gotten her expelled last year because she acted like such a child.

She’s in a Christmas frenzy, trying to get ready for her final exams and her visit home.  Finally, she wrote that in addition to the good grade on her chemistry test, she had received an “A” on her chemistry notebook. That fact seems to surprise her more than it does anyone who knows her.

She tells Dart his “shorthand” is getting much better and to keep up the good work.

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December 2, 1943

Ah! Another cheerful letter from Dart. He teases Dot in the first paragraph by telling her there’s good news waiting at the end of the letter.

He is proud of her chemistry grade and says he had more faith in her than she did in herself. I think that’ll become a common theme between these two. He wishes her a speedy recovery from the cold and hopes the Andrews School’s cold epidemic does not become like the flu epidemic that has Chicago in it’s grips.

Referring to the wedding cake/dream story she told, he says, “Fine thing – drawing a blank on the night you should dream (of me?) Whatever you do, don’t dream of wishing to be an old maid. That’s a terrible thing for a pretty girl like you to think. I don’t have much desire to be a bachelor, but several people have predicted I’ll be one.”

Eventually, he gets to his good news. The doctor, still unsure of whether or not he’ll need more surgery, nonetheless gave him permission today to get up for a few minutes. “Boy, people are shaky after 20 days in bed!” Can you imagine anything short of a deep vegetative state that would keep any patient in bed for that long these days? They have today’s patients up and walking mere hours after joint replacement or heart surgery. No lolligagging around in the sack for modern man!

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Take a look at the cute illustrations on the top of her new stationary and the captions Dot adds. She senses Dart’s not feeling well and promises to keep up her prayers for his recovery for as long as necessary.

She received her train tickets for her Christmas trip to Connecticut and is counting down the days (20). She thanks Dart for the snapshot he sent – the one where he looks so tall – and says she hopes that is  not the last one she’ll receive.  And she tells about a two-hour exam she took today – a test required for anyone wanting to attend Ohio State. She ends that piece with a typically dismissive, “Oh well, I didn’t want to got to Ohio State anyway.”

The juiciest news in this letter is the part about her recent dream – with the wedding cake still under her pillow. Her good friend Columbia told her she was definitely dreaming about Dart. I’ll let you read the letter and decide for yourself. I’m happy to say that Dot and Columbia are still close friends today.

She talks a little about her roommate Andy and, again cautions Dart not to write unless he feels up to it. As much as she likes his letters, she wants him to recover so she might get to see him sooner.

She signs off after an intriguing final paragraph. “Having a very dull time – wish you were here to brighten it up a bit. Say, remind me to tell you something in about 6 years. You’ll die laughing.”

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December 3, 1943

Here’s a rather graphic description of Dart’s most recent days in his recovery from the surgery. The details he shares attest to a different level of intimacy he feels toward Dot than just the average romantic kind.

He also talks about his former social life – lots of first dates and plenty of hanging out with the boys. He reveals himself to be quite a straight arrow (a result of being named “Dart?”) when it comes to drinking, smoking and “raising h—.” That fits the Dart I knew in later years, but there was nothing straight arrow about his sense of humor. He loved limericks – the bawdier, the better.

He signs off after six pages because of a tall stack of “fan mail” awaiting his attention. His P. S. is a line of shorthand symbols for “I love you” which he claims to practice on everything-except letters to other people.

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Dot’s hurried letter begins on Friday, and finishes on Sunday morning. In between, she was working her feet off as a sales clerk in a retail store as temporary Christmas help.

After a crack Dart had made about how nice it must be to have a “charge account” at the Andrew store, she sets the record straight. She charges things she needs and then pays them off herself as she earns money. She’s not one of the girls who makes Mommy and Daddy cover her bills.

She refuses Dart’s plea to translate the long initial code from a few letters back. Again, she promises to tell him what they mean in six year, saying “Jeepers – I hope I still know you in six years!” No worries there, Dottie!

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December 4, 1943

A spirited and amorous letter from Dart is all we have today. He starts by telling her how the corpsman who delivers mail to the hospital ward is keenly aware of how much Dart looks forward to Dot’s letters. He gives Dart all the letters from other people and then delivers to the rest of the ward. At last, after Dart has broken into a cold sweat, he returns to Dart’s bed and gives him the ones originating from Andrews School for Girls! What a dirty, rotten trick to play on a sick and lonely sailor!

He tells Dot some of her prayers have been answered – the ones about him feeling better soon, which he does. Unfortunately, a “big  knot of muscle has pulled loose,” and he’ll require another operation if he’s to be fit enough for active duty!

He understands her excitement at having received her train tickets home and he’s happy for her that she’ll not have to make the dreary trip in the daytime. “If I know my schedules, you should be arriving in NYC about 9:00 the next morning, right?” Who says that? Why would anyone memorize train schedules for places they’ve never been? When he says he’s loved trains all his life, I guess he wasn’t blowing smoke.

He goes into a comical riff about the snapshot Dot received of him. He talks about looking so tall simply because he was so skinny. Says he hopes to keep the extra inch and a half he’s added recently, “even if I do look like I should have a flag flying from my head.”

He tells her that he dreams about her – and then proceeds to describe the girl in his dreams. His accurate and flattering description proves that he is smitten by the brown-eyed beauty. His final paragraph confirms it, in so many words. “I love you, Dot. I hope it stays that way long after we know each other better.”

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December 5, 1943

In Dart’s letter today, he reminds Dot that she has not sent him her Greenwich address where he can write to her over the Christmas break. It has become a more pressing issue now because he received a lovely note from her mother and he would like to answer it as soon as possible. I guess this was decades before those little self-stick address labels became ubiquitous – mailed to every American home by all those charities seeking money.

It was another red letter day in Dart’s recovery. He asked for and received permission to put on his regular clothes long enough to go out into the hallway and call his parents. This strikes me as quaint in two ways: one, that he had to put on clothes in an all-male military hospital, rather than just his skivvies or a robe – how formal! The other is that the only available phone was out in the corridor, not in his pocket!

Anyway, he was so happy to hear his parents’ voices after four weeks away from home. (It seems like so much longer!) They told him they were hoping to come see him on Dec. 18. He expressed concern that there would be a hotel available for them in Chicago at that time of year. Although he’d rather be in Willoughby, escorting Dot to her formal on that day, since that was not possible, he would be thrilled to see his folks.

He asks Dot if she had been able to read the tiny writing at the bottom of his previous letter (the charming declaration of love), and suggested she might consider the diminutive words to be whispering. Awww!

Finally, he posed the question any reasonable person would: Why wait six  years to tell him the meaning of her earlier coded message? Signing off with love, he added a teeny pencil drawing, which I’ll let the reader enjoy without comment from me.

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Dot’s letter begins by describing a magnificent dinner the girls had in the dining hall that evening. I’ve noticed when either of them talks about food, they are especially excited by having butter. It’s hard to imagine what it was about butter than made it so scarce during the war years, but it was obviously missed.

She tells that her friend Nancy has fallen prey to the cold that’s been burning through the house. Then she tells about an impromptu trip to Cleveland with the aunt of one of the other girls. While there, Dot gathered her courage and called Dart’s parents, Dart, Sr. and Helen Peterson. She was astounded how similar father and son sound. She rejoiced in the news that Dart had just called his parents and had been dressed for the first time in weeks. Dot said that she had been nervous to call, but Dart’s mother was so sweet that it felt like she was talking to an old friend.

At a house meeting that night, it was announced that all 36 girls in the class were expected to attend the formal on Dec. 18, even though only six of them had dates. Apparently, men were as scarce as butter these days. Dot dreaded the thought of going without Dart, and predicted she would be very sick when that night came!

Dot confesses to Dart that she thinks of him, and only him, constantly.

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December 7, 1943 – Two years post Pearl Harbor

Dart was very chipper in this letter – undoubtedly because he had two letters and a card from Dot.

His real news is that whoever sewed him up after his surgery made a total botch of the job and he now must have at least one more operation to try to fix the damage. Yuck! I guess there’s no such thing as a malpractice suit against a military surgeon.

He drew a thermometer in the margin of his letter to illustrate how hot and bothered he is by that long string of initials that Dot will not decode for six years.  Said Dart, “I hope you don’t think I need that much incentive to keep track of you for six years. I hope we’ll know each other very well by then.”

He was so happy to hear that Dot had called his parents. He was sure they must have liked her, although their letter from that day was postmarked before she called them, so there was no mention of her call.

He was over the moon with pride and excitement when he heard a recording of his high school choir’s over a Chicago radio station. (His was one of the voices being aired.) He says they sounded very good over the radio. I confess to being a little surprised that he was part of a quality chorus. The singing voice I recall emanating from Dad was quite good…at the one note he could carry!

He urged Dot to have a great time at her dance on the 18th and reiterated that he would be thinking of her. Indeed, he tells her every move he makes is done for her. What a sweet thing to say!

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Dot is pleased that Dart likes reading her letters. She says it gives her the incentive she needs to keep writing. She mentions a card she sent him that could never say what she really feels. “As a matter of fact, I can’t even say what I feel. I’ll have to get used to the idea and then maybe I can tell you.

She chats about her pending trip home, the most recent snapshot she received from Dart (which, of course doesn’t do him justice) and her portrait proofs she expects to receive soon (which, of course will be too horrible to look at).

Referring to Dart’s theory that he grew an inch or more while in bed, Dot says she’ll be hibernating soon, because she’s only 5′ 6.5″ and would like to be taller.

She vows no more shorthand. From now on, anything she has to say she’ll say in plain English (once she gets used to the idea.) Here, she also makes a reference to the final paragraph of his latest letter – the one where he says straight out for the very first time that her loves her. “The last crowded paragraph was the best I’ve ever read. Boy! That’s just what a girl needs to pep her up.”

She is very happy that his parents are planning to go to Chicago and is confident they will find a room because their mission is so important that the city will find space for them.

She ends with a silly little joke about a gremlin in the “icebox.” Now, that’s a word you don’t hear every day anymore.

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