Category Archives: 07. April 1944

April 1, 1944

Dart’s cheerful letter describes more of the wonders of his new digs. I’m not sure what all these features will do for his physical health, but they seem to work miracles for his mental state. One of the amenities Dart used was a telephone room to call his folks. They had not yet heard of his recent transfer, so they were glad to hear his voice when he broke the news to them.

He tells Dot of a nurse on his ward named Miss Petersen. When someone calls her, he answers, and vice versa. To avoid the confusion, Dart says one of them should leave. He’s hoping the nurse will be the one to stay!

He ends the letter with “I guess I’ve settled down for a long stay. By being pessimistic and believing in the worst, maybe I can help things to turn out better for us.”

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Dot begins with an apology for not writing for the past two days, even though she had warned him that school work might prevent her from doing so.

She effuses over Dart’s optimism and cheerfulness, even in difficult circumstances. She says that if the Navy doesn’t give medals for conduct or spirit while in the hospital, they certainly should. She’s amazed that he is so effective at keeping his negativity to himself most of the time and is able to inject so much humor into his letters. Seven decades after these letters were penned, I, too, am amazed by that. She gives him some well deserved sympathy for his current bad news, and asks his indulgence as she shares her “petty woes” with him.

She is really fed up with the roommate situation. One particular girl is driving Dot nuts, and the feeling is undoubtedly mutual. Dot claims that if they don’t get out of each other’s way soon, all that will be left is a mass of mutilated bodies. I find it interesting that Mom is still in touch with this particular roommate now that they are both in their late 80s. In truth, Mom still finds the other woman’s personality challenging, but their shared history and mutual friends have provided the glue that keeps the relationship intact.

Following the ongoing discussion on the height of both the Chamberlain and the Peterson clans, Dot agrees that neither of them is of the dwarf variety. She also commented on Dart’s assertion that no one actually falls in love with someone exactly like their dream lover. Dot begs to differ, because – except for a few additional pounds – Dart is a complete match to her dream guy.

She’s happy to hear that Jeanne is writing to Dart again, after the awkward “Dearest Dot” salutation he wrote on a recent letter to Jeanne. Dot would hate to be responsible for “breaking up a beautiful friendship.”

Dot would like to send Dart some new stationery, but would like some guidance on what he likes. Speaking of letters and stationery, she regrets to inform him that she has torn up all those letters that she’d said he could not read until after she was 21. On a second reading of them, she deemed them too immature and silly to preserve for posterity, so out they went.

She told about receiving her pay packet from her boss, Mr. Schwartz. When she saw she’d been overpaid, she tried to give some of the money back, but he refused. “You keep it and buy yourself an Easter present. You are my favorite salesgirl and you have more pep than anyone else in the store.” Dot was shocked! She warns Dart that he better watch out for the competition, because Mr. Schwartz is very nice, not bad looking, and at times, quite a character. (He’s also pushing 60, so I doubt he can really give Dart much of a run.)

In a closing that might have gone completely over Dart’s non-sport’s minded head, Dot wrote “I’m in there pitching for you, so let’s see a hit that’ll bring you home!

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April 2, 1944

Jubilation! Dart was nearly speechless with joy from the five minute phone conversation he’d just had with Dot! He was so excited to be hearing her voice that he doesn’t recall much of what they said to each other. He does remember, however, that Dot said something about stalling for as long as possible before leaving school, in hopes they could see each other.

The only thing left for him to say was that he must wrap up this brief note so that he could write his folks the news about his phone call with Dot. Isn’t it sweet that this young man feels like sharing his feelings about his girl so openly with his parents? What a sweet and gentle man he was, then and always.

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Dot’s letter reflects awe and enthusiasm equal to Dart’s about the phone call. She’s walking on air and pinching herself, simultaneously. She paints a funny picture of the scene when she was called to the phone this afternoon, drawing in the bit players of roommate Cathie, a guy named Art Cain and housemother Mrs. Woodworth.

She told about a dream she had recently where Dart and his parents were having dinner at Dot’s place. Dart spilled some gravy down his shirt and his mother really laid into him. Then Mrs. Peterson did the same thing. The scene switched to Dart drying dishes with an apron on – a role Dot says he looked quite well playing.

She’ll be leaving Thursday at noon to spend the Easter weekend at Janice’s house in Cleveland. Meanwhile, she needs to write to her mother and send a wedding anniversary card to brother Gordon. I get the feeling she’d rather stay up all night writing to Dart.

She orders him not to talk back to the doctor – to be a good patien so he will get that leave!

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April 3, 1944

This letter tells of a work detail that Dart was assigned to in the hospital.  The task was sanding, waxing and polishing the “deck” between wards. Dart’s sanding job consisted of attaching steel wool to his feet and shuffling around for a long time. I neglected to mention a tidbit from one of his letters a few days ago: Because of his infected wound, he has nearly no restrictions, except he cannot sit. After a day of sanding on his feet, his legs were throbbing. His hospital experience just gets weirder all the time!

No more news. He misses Dot’s letters, but knows she’s working hard on school assignments.

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Dot started a letter while listening to the “Thin Man” and picked it up the next day during study hall.

She understands that he won’t be home for her prom, so she will save all her sock darning until the night of the dance. Her school work is progressing so slowly that she predicts she won’t be leaving campus for the summer until mid-June, so she hopes they’ll have a chance to see each other – or at least talk on the phone.

There’s been a long running discussion about which movie star Dot’s roommate Andy declares herself to look like. Some time ago, she told Dot to  tell Dart that she looks like Betty Grable. When she learned that Dart is not especially fond of Grable, she now says she meant to say Lana Turner. Dot reports that Andy has just bleached her hair to create a closer resemblance.

The store is driving Dot nuts and she is questioning her choice of retailing as a career.  There seems to be a lot that is driving Dot nuts these days. Sounds like a serious case of “senioritis.”

She is shy about meeting, or even calling Dart’s parents, but she will try to gather the courage to call them when she’s in Cleveland this weekend. Dart would love for all his favorite people to meet, even if he can’t be with them.

She wraps up the letter with “That’s all for now, but oh, what I could say if I had time!”

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April 4, 1944 – Four Four Forty-four

Dart is over the moon at receiving two letters from the “sweetest girl in the world.”

He advises her not to put too much emphasis on his optimism, saying he can be quite moody sometimes. He says in spite of his recent troubles, he feels he’s a pretty lucky guy to know her, and to be so well liked by her.

He consoles her in her frustration at not being able to do anything for him. “There’s not a thing I can think of for you to do, other than being your own sweet, unaffected self. ”

He makes a little joke about the strife in Dot’s room. He cautions not to let the roommate get the best of her because he has no interest in dating a girl with Venus Di Milo arms or bloody stumps where her feet should be.

He suggests that the few pounds he is from being her dream man are approximately the same number of pounds she is from being his dream girl, and proposes they compromise.

He appreciates the offer of stationery, but his sea bag has been located and he anticipates its eventual return, complete with plenty of writing materials.

Because he doesn’t have Janice’s address where Dot will be staying over the weekend, he’ll continue to write to her at her school address and try to create a nice pile for her to read on Monday night.

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April 5, 1944

Dart’s letter today is longer and it begins with bad news. “In the language of the masses, I feel like hell. I’m a strict bed patient again! I stand between the devil and the briny deep.”

He goes on to say that he has contradictory instructions from two different doctors: One says he cannot under any circumstances lie on his back or sit “on what I’ve been sitting on for years.” The other orders that he must lie on his back with his leg elevated again! It seems the phlebitis and the surgical wound are both vying for complete attention. His next paragraph puts a grim punctuation on his story.

It seems there was a Marine in the neighboring ward who was told today that he’d need another operation (his 7th) on a cyst like Dart’s. The Marine got out of bed, donned his dress blues, walked out of the hospital,  and jumped off the nearest bridge, falling 50 feet to agonizing injuries.

Another of Dart’s buddies from his first ward at McIntyre hospital is back. He and Dart are being moved to the “guinea pig ward.”

Changing the subject, Dart writes about a lively game of craps going on across the ward from him. As the five little cubes with spots on them roll from the cup, there are expressions of anguish or joy. Writes Dart, “Personally, I do not wish to risk my already meager exchequer on a game of chance – ever.” Like father, like daughter, it seems.

Switching gears again, Dart tells of a “comely, be-goggled miss from the Red Cross” wheeling a battered piano into the ward this afternoon and entertaining the guys with a lively concert. She was followed by a motley crew of musicians dressed in Navy blues, who treated the patients to an hour of one of the best string sextets in the country. (Featured regularly on the radio program “Meet Your Navy”). They played everything from Strauss to Gershwin. When they departed, they left the battered piano behind. Now, Dart is being tortured by the ham-fisted antics of non-musicians banging out “Chopsticks” and “Glow Worm.”  To a music lover like Dart, that must have been as uncomfortable as an infected wound and a swollen leg.

This juxtaposition of professional musicians and tone-deaf hacks reminds me of another comparison that strikes me often. That would be the comparison of Dart’s original prose and my plodding paraphases of same. I hope, dear reader, that you are taking the time to scroll through the actual letters accompanying these posts to get the first-hand flavor of these two authors.

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April 6, 1944

Dart’s letter sounded as though he was not interested in much except letting Dot know how much she means to him. He mentioned receiving a letter, but tabled answering it until a later date.

He hopes she’s having a wonderful Easter in Cleveland. Reading between the lines, I’d say the holiday, combined with endless hospitalization, has made Dart a little homesick. He admitted to getting emotional when he heard Bing Crosby singing “The Easter Parade.”

Before ending the letter to drop his folks a line for the first time in a few days, he wrote “Did I ever tell you that you are the object of all my love, my best wishes and my fondest desires? If not, consider yourself told, as of this date.”

When I ponder what it is that attracts two people and keeps the attraction alive for a lifetime, I suspect that, aside from the physical and spiritual, timing plays a huge role in fanning the flame. As Dart lingers, bored and lonely in a sterile hospital setting, it’s easy to see how the fresh, friendly, funny voice that comes to him through Dot’s letters provides a warm and comforting tonic. Likewise, this somewhat shy school girl, nearing the end of high school and teetering on the brink of an unseeable adulthood must be thrilled to be the object of such devotion from a smart, funny, sensitive guy. If either of them had been at a different stage or place, would the attraction have taken root and bloomed for decades? Hard to tell, but I know several folks who are glad things worked out as they did!

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I have no clue what Dot’s brief note means! Did it accompany some kind of treat? I hope she will enlighten me through this blog, if her memory recalls this one tidbit from 70 years ago.

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April 7, 1944

Dot is our only writer today. She is spending the first half of her Easter break with a school friend who lives in Willoughby and the second half with a friend in Cleveland.

She describes the campus-wide chaos of Wednesday night as all the students tried to do last minute laundry, finish packing and wrap up their school work before leaving. And she wistfully described her twinge of homesickness on Thursday when she saw three big Greyhound buses waiting to transport girls home.

The next day, at her friend’s home, she and Ardy took a couple of toddlers to the local park for playtime.  She describes swinging, teeter-tottering and going down the slide. She adds the the youngsters were sweet enough to let Dot have more fun than they did themselves. I’ll bet Dart enjoyed the mental image of Dot frolicking with little ones on the play equipment.

She wished Dart a very happy Easter and promised to call his folks when she’s in Cleveland on Saturday. She also wished that all he has gone through would be a prelude to years of happiness and success.

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April 8, 1944

Dart chastised himself for failing to write yesterday and running down the clock so far today that this letter must be short.

He’s happy to report that he has retrieved his sea bag, complete with stationery and Dot’s picture. The latter is on proud display next to his bed and is eliciting the same positive comments it has in the past.

He has a new doctor who will give him a thorough examination tomorrow to find out why there are so many things going wrong for him. I sure hope they can get to the bottom of it and find some answers there.

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April 9, 1944

We have long letters from both the correspondents today. Dart finally settled in to answer four of Dot’s recent letters. He began with a full report on the physical exam he had mentioned in yesterday’s letter. The exam didn’t happen. It seems the doctor was too hungover to be able to complete the task, so it may be rescheduled at some future date.

Commenting on Dot’s destroying of the silly letters she’d written, Dart asked “Now what will we have to laugh about in our future years?” I wonder if Dot got a little thrill when she read that bit about future years?

He’s happy to hear that Mr. Schwartz thinks so highly of Dot. Dart agrees – she is his favorite pin-up girl, sales girl, everything! He also indicated he had no intention of “watching his step” and warned that Mr. Schwartz had better watch his!

Mid-way through the letter, he admits it isn’t turning out to be such a great one. The problem is that he stops periodically to dream about her, and the minutes race by. “You may be sure all my thoughts are of you and they’re tender and gentle. I’ll tell ’em to you sometime – if…

The patients in his new place are allowed to listen to their radios until 10:30. Since the majority of the guys prefer a mystery program to the Fred Waring show, he usually doesn’t get to listen to Waring. Still, he tries to think about Dot at precisely 10:15. He’s not sure how her telepathy experiment is supposed to work, but he’s trying to cooperate nonetheless.

He believes that having her cheerful face smiling at him from the picture frame on his locker is doing him more harm than good. It makes him so homesick that he doesn’t know how he’ll stand it if they don’t have a chance to see each other.

Changing the mood, he tells the story of two sailors from across his ward who went out on liberty the other night. One is Catholic and the other Protestant. They went to the USO in Chicago and were mistaken for “followers of the Hebrew faith.” They accepted an offer for dinner and were ushered into a Passover Seder. They had quite a tale to tell about their experience while the Jewish sailor on the ward stewed that he had been unable to attend. I imagine that the opportunity to bump into religious observances of differing faiths was less common back then than it is today and the Passover traditions must have seemed quite exotic to these young men.

He reiterated his wishes that Dot and his parents could meet before she leaves town. His folks are a little nervous about how to entertain a young lady they’ve never met, but Dart says he firmly believes that all parties would feel at ease once they are together.

He described what the well-dressed hospitalized sailors are wearing this Easter season (dress blues and black shoes) and hopes she had a lovely time at Ardy’s and Janice’s homes over the holiday. Finally, he thanked Dot for the quotation of hope and happiness in her recent letter and assured her of his constant love.

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Dot’s long, long letter is bursting with her effusive report of a visit to Dart’s home in Cleveland. She had called his family to wish them a happy Easter and ended up spending three hours having dinner in their apartment. She is totally smitten with his parents and his younger brother Burke. She writes that the high expectations she  had built up for his family over the past months were far exceeded by the reality of them. She deemed them the most nearly perfect family she’d ever met. Having met his family, she feels she knows him 100% better and likes him 100 times more.

She talked about attending Easter services with Janice’s family and wishing she and Dart could have attended them together. She told about her impulsive phone call to Greenwich and the thrill of hearing the voices of some of her own family. Afterward she called Dart’s parents and found the conversation so much easier than past phone calls, now that they all knew each other.

She had met her hometown friend Cynthia for dinner and a movie in Cleveland. The movie was “The Purple Heart” which was too dense for Dot to comprehend, she claims.

The mention of her Easter phone call to his folks launched Dot on another rave review of her evening with them. They told charming stories of Dart as a youngster. They worry about his health. They’re grateful he’s not in the Pacific somewhere.

She wrapped up this first installment of the letter by wishing Dart and millions of others would be home, safe and sound by next Easter.

Just a few hours back at her friend’s house, and Dot feels the urge to write some more. She writes more details of her visit to his home, including her little faux pas of referring to men over 40 as “old.” Mr. Peterson wouldn’t let her live that down all evening.

She admitted that it seemed evident he would not be home before she left for Greenwich, but she likes to imagine that he’ll be stationed at the Naval base not far from her family home. She believes that with her, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder,” but for him, it may be more of a case of “out of sight, out of mind.” (She obviously has not received his latest letter yet.)

She boldly signs off with “All my love, for ever and ever.”

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April 11, 1944

Dart’s mail today brought two highly coveted surprises – a box of fudge from Dot and the news that she and his family finally met. He’s thrilled by the reports he’s had from Dot and his father about how the evening went.

Most of the rest of the letter consisted of comments Dart made to Dot’s most recent one. Toward the end he reports that he finally heard from the doctor. First, there is no chance he’ll get leave before returning to active duty. Second, the “no-sitting” regimen seems to be working. His back is healing nicely, and the doc thinks that by the end of the week, he’ll know just how much longer Dart will be in the hospital.

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Dot’s mail also brought smiles to her. Upon her return from Easter break, she found three letters from Dart waiting for her. She was hoping to dash off a letter before she had to go downstairs to set the table for dinner. (Some posh boarding school she attends, eh? Students have to do all sorts of chores!)

There was some discussion about why Dart continues to have bad luck where his health is concerned. She does not accept his theory that he is either being punished for something terrible or paying in advance for the happiness that will follow. All she knows is that she wants the streak to end, and end soon!

She reported that her Easter finery consisted of last year’s dress, coat and hat and a new pair of shoes. She would have had a new dress if she’d had the “ambition” to finish it. (When? Between school work, job, chores, writing copious letters and sleeping, I’d say she’s had rather full days of late.)

She was glad to hear that Dart had such fine musical entertainment in his ward. She asked if he had joined in on any of the musical instruments. She made sure to make mention of his brother’s prowess on the kettle drums after failing to be impressed enough when Dart’s father told her that Burke played them.

In response to his comments about daydreaming, she wrote “If you dream as much as I do, it must take up a good part of your time. I have dreamed so hard and so long about some things that I don’t know what I’ll do if they don’t come true.” Tantalizing!

She admits she doesn’t know much about telepathy, except that once her mother wrote to her and asked Dot to think about her at a certain time. Then she was to write to her mother and tell her what she had thought her mom was doing at that moment. She played along, and was right!

She sternly scolds Dart for saying all those unfounded “purdy” things in his letter. She reminds him that he has had exactly two dates with her and can’t possible know how she acts when not on her best behavior. For all he knows, she could beat her little brother and talk back to her mother! (Well, she admits she doesn’t do either of those things, but she could do worse and he’d never know.)

She reveals that over the weekend she had lots of opportunity to do some deep thinking about Dart. She couldn’t decide if she loved him or if it was really his family she liked. She’s decided it’s both.

Her roommate Andy piped in to say she thought that Dart’s wanting to be an author was wonderful. Dot thinks he’s wonderful, even if he spends the rest of his life being a “guinea pig.”

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