Dart begins his letter by recalling that one year ago today he was emerging from the fog of surgery with a “gay nineties bustle tacked on his caboose.”

Today, he began his per-embarkation processing:  a slightly more thorough version of the standard Navy physical, typhoid shot, films on malaria and social diseases and lectures on war bonds, insurance, pay, etc. Dart has decided to increase his war bond allotment to one per month. He’ll receive just under $80.00 a month as pay, so he’ll put $30 into savings and have plenty for all his other needs. My question is, where does one spend money while onboard a warship for months on end?

He calls the physical a farce. Unless a major defect shows up, everyone passes. Everyone lines up, strips to his dog tags and waits in line for a series of cursory checks. Heart rates are checked after a “run” of 3-4 steps. Dart mentioned his back issues and was told he’ll have a more complete exam before being assigned to a ship.

At evening mail call, Dart was surprised and delighted to get the letter Dot mailed last Saturday from Cleveland. He’d been told it could take several weeks for mail to find him.

The weather at Shoemaker is too cold to wear “whites,” so pea coats are a must before noon and after sundown. Everyone was happy about a second day of sunshine, but the mud prevails.

He was glad to hear she got to see a Shaw High School football game. He once dated a girl during football season because her house was very close to the stadium so he could park his car in her yard.

He’s not surprised that everyone at Andrews was happy to see her. Why wouldn’t anybody be? He suspects she’s been exaggerating his virtues for him to have received such positive reactions. He assures her she’ll have no trouble “hanging on” to him, because the feelings are mutual. He has convinced the fellows in the class that there is no better girl in the world. “Some take issue (gallantly) and stand up for their wives, but I know.”

He likes her brother’s philosophy of remembering the past, looking forward to and planning for the future,  and ignoring the present. He finds the present difficult to ignore at times, but it can be accomplished by attending to the other two. He says Gordon sounds like a guy Dart would like to have as a friend (or a brother-in-law). He hopes they get to meet while in the Pacific – if they both have to be there.

His last paragraph brings the war a little closer than usual. “Any day now, Dot, I may be put on draft for some far corner of the world, and then the cloak of security must be placed on my movements. My letters may not be as regular as they have been. You know the story from having a brother in the Pacific. You’ll be having a sweetheart there soon, Dearest, and that sweetheart will be remembering you constantly, looking for every letter, and planning for the day we can be together forever. Dot, I’ll not lose faith as long as I have you.”

In his P. S. he begs for more news on her health because he worries.

Dot’s a little sad because this is the first day since she’s been home that there is no letter from Dart. She’s hoping this afternoon’s delivery brings one.

She writes “A week ago at this time we were eating that delicious turkey with all the trimmings. Could you go for some of that right now? Even more to my liking, though, would be a drive through Euclid Creek Metropolitan Park in a Ford V8, with the best doggone sailor in the world. My heart was pounding so hard that I couldn’t have talked even if I’d known what to say.”

She continues the letter a little after midnight with the announcement that there was no letter from him this afternoon. Again she recalls what they were doing at this time a week ago. “It was raining, just as it is here tonight, and we were driving in it. I can almost feel your arm around me and hear the purr of the motor. Gee, but I love you!!!”

She wonders if he was aware that she was looking at him while he drove. She finds it hard to look at him when he’s looking directly at her because she just melts, but she loves looking at him when he’s unaware of it. He’s so cute when he’s intent on something he cares about.

Her sister-in-law got two letters from Gordon. She had written him a couple of weeks ago about her session with a Ouija board during which she asked where Gordon was. It said he had been in Tahiti, but had just returned to New Caladonia. Well, Gordon confirmed that the board had been correct. He’d been to both of those places recently!

She’s eager to hear how he likes Shoemaker, but she’d prefer to hear that he was being sent to the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Such a dreamer, our girl.

She bids him goodnight, wishing they could say it like they had 168 hours ago.

Dart writes this short letter before going out on liberty. It may be his last chance to visit the East Bay Model Engineer’s layout, and who could pass up an opportunity like that?

He spent the day doing lots of laundry and general cleaning of his gear. He’s been enjoying the wrist watch he picked up while in Cleveland and is already regretting that he’ll have to send it back home before he ships out. Apparently, salt air has a way with steel.

He’s tickled that both of them were wishing, possibly at the same time, that they were on the same train, moving together rather than farther apart. He confirms that he appreciated the fact she and his mother didn’t cry at the station. The best thing for him was when he looked back over his shoulder and saw Dot and his parents smiling at something together. He dared not look again, for fear he wouldn’t see her smile.

He muses that his parents must be a little sad, knowing that when he gets back from the war he won’t be spending that many more nights under their roof. Still, they’re grateful that he’s fallen in love with a girl who is so much their ideal for him.

He certainly noticed her weight loss and thinks she looks even prettier than before, which he didn’t think was possible. He wasn’t sure if it was polite to mention it, but realizes now he guessed wrong. “It’s a very pleasing appearance you put up, Dot.”

Dot begins her letter while at work in the store. There are no customers to be found, and she says that’s Roosevelt’s fault – the Republicans are staying home and holding onto their money before he takes it all away. She then goes into a stupid FDR joke not worth repeating. She can be pretty touchy if someone teases her about her political views, but she’s not so sensitive of others, I’d say. I doubt Dart will mind much, though. In his eyes, she can do no wrong.

Hours later, she resumes her letter, still in the deserted store. To pass the time sales clerks have been doing sketches of plaster scenes in the store windows. She includes her drawing of two angels holding lambs. As she says, “Guess I hadn’t better take art as a means of support. I’d starve within a week.” I’ll let you be the judge when you see her sketch below.

Here’s a short letter from a tired Dart. He was picked for galley duty today, requiring him to stand from 8:00 AM until 6:30 PM, except for his own lunch and dinner times. He also was on duty for all four mail calls of the day so he doesn’t know if he received any letters. His assignment in the galley was to guard the coats of the men serving in the chow line. The only good thing about that task was that he’s not required to wear his whites, so they’ll stay cleaner.

He got a letter from Pop yesterday saying that he and Mom missed having Dart and Dot around. The place doesn’t feel the same without Dot. They seem to be quite fond of her.

He had great fun at the model railroad club the night before, after his two-hour bus ride into Oakland – even got to operate some of the trains in their giant layout.  Sometime he’d like to build an engine that works better than the one he showed Dot while in Cleveland.

The leave was so short that he hasn’t yet awaken from the daze he was in being with Dot. In fact, he says, he hasn’t been out of his daze since he fell in love with her. But now, he’s too tired for inspiration, so he must get to bed.

Dot spent the evening making an apron and some potholders for Dart’s mother, so there’s not much time to write. Besides, there isn’t much to respond to from his note that arrived today.

Was it gentle chiding when she commented that if Shoemaker is as bad as he claims, the South Pacific should seem like Utopia? She doubts the guys who are there would think so.

She hopes her letters have arrived by now. She’s sent one every day since she last saw him. He may not think she knows how much a letter can mean, and her surroundings are, no doubt, better than his, but his letters mean as much to her as hers do to him. She’s babysitting at the Miller’s tomorrow night, so if she can think of more news, he may get a long one from there.

It seems like she’s been so much more dedicated to writing since she moved back home and cut down to only one job. She’s making a valiant effort to keep a certain sailor’s morale up.

Dart was overjoyed to get six letters from Dot today, but his greatest joy was the news about her health. He’s never been so worried in his life and he’s grateful his prayers were answered.

He got off chow duty this afternoon but must report to midnight watch shortly, so he’s going to bed early and try to catch up on some sleep before reporting for duty again.

“It seems as though we’ve fallen in love all over again, doesn’t it? That makes it even better; falling in love when we’re already head-over-heels in it.”

It seems like “old times” for Dot, writing from her little apartment in the Miller’s house. The boys have grown since she saw them last month and she was delighted that Chris remembered her right away. She’s decided that with the exception of Toni Gale, little boys are cuter than little girls. I certainly hope she changed her mind less then a decade later after her first two children were daughters!

The Millers went to a huge dinner party where El happens to be working. She’ll be serving and cleaning the kitchen. Dot would rather have the babysitting gig, but El will make more money. The other day, El suggested that the two of them pool their money at the end of each week. Dot thinks it’s a great idea, because last week she sat home while El worked five nights in a row. “If we go by that system, someone’s going to get rooked, and I don’t mean me.”

Dot comments that she knows Dart is happier now than he was a year ago, but she’d rather he be safe in Great Lakes hospital than at sea. She asks if there’s any chance that he’ll be kept in the country. I rather doubt the Navy would go to all the trouble of training him how to fire the big guns aboard a ship, let him graduate high in his class and then keep him state-side. It doesn’t seem like there’d be much call for his new-found skills in the good ol’ USA.

Gordon has told similar stories about the infamous Navy physicals and shares Dart’s opinion of them. In fact, her brother had to have three physicals before they let him into the Navy. The test results never changed but they just got tired of examining him, so they let him in at last.

She’s looking forward to going to the last Greenwich High School football game on Thanksgiving Day. It’s with their rival Stamford and both teams are very good this year. She reminds Dart that he did, in fact, tell her about the girl he dated because she lived so close to the stadium. “We don’t live too far from the Greenwich field, if that’s any incentive to take me to a football game sometime.”

Did she ever tell him that she’s a pretty good football player? She was the captain of the Alley Cats team which was chased by the police three times for playing on private property. “Mama’s little angel? I’m ‘fraid not,” she says.

She wonders if he gives the same sales pitch about her as she gives about him. She has several women at work almost convinced they married the wrong man. She’s had to tell them that there’s only one Dart to be had, and he’s spoken for, so they’ve all decided to keep the husbands they have.

Responding to Dart’s question about Michael Smith – Dot’s “most hated person,” she declares the subject closed. They passed each other on the street the other day and he asked her for a date, but she’s not having any of that. He’s apparently quite a creep.

She’s happy that Betty B is living with them while Gordon is away. Then, if Dot doesn’t hear from Dart for awhile, she’ll have Betty’s shoulder to cry on. Dot finds the idea of going days without a letter from him “most distasteful” but she will continue to write to him every day while he’s at sea.

For now, she must hit the sack and dream of him.

Dart is writing at the end of an enjoyable day of leave in San Francisco, using V-mail paper he got at the Pepsi-Cola Center.

While he was in town, he had his picture taken twice. They’re not as good as he was hoping for, but he’s sending them along anyway.

He spent every moment of his day alone feeling as though Dot were with him. He rented a bicycle, wishing it had been a tandem, and rode around a park lake. Then he crossed the Bay Bridge to see Since You Went Away. “I won’t mince words about it, nor will I hide my feelings. I liked it very much, and I cried,” he said, mincing words.

Before the letter gets maudlin and he misses the last bus back to Shoemaker, he must wrap it up. “I’ll kiss you goodnight here. Remember how we walked upstairs together the last night?”

Dot writes that she was finally able to send a package to his folks. She managed to gather 10 packs of Pall Malls for Pop, so she hopes he hasn’t quit smoking “for the duration.” What did people mean by that phrase? The duration of the war? It’s not something you hear much anymore. In fact, the only person I ever knew who used it frequently was my grandmother, Ruth Chamberlain.

She reports that she and El went bowling today and were embarrassed by their miserable scores. It only proves how much practice they need. “And to think my very own mother was women’s champion of Greenwich! I’m a disgrace to her name (in more ways than one). Anyway, I beat El.”

There’s a new moon tonight which reminds her that she and Dart were cheated out of even the last quarter moon while he was in Cleveland. She firsts suggests they have a full moon the next time they’re together, but then concedes that it won’t matter if there’s a moon or not, because they’ll be looking at each other.”

She emphatically proclaims that no one could love anyone more than she loves him. Even so, people in love still need to sleep, which she must do now.

If he doesn’t get mail on Thanksgiving she hopes he has a happy one. She’s sent him a little package that she hopes will arrive on time.

I wondered why she’s talking about Thanksgiving so early until I remembered this thing called “Franksgiving.” During the depression or the war years, FDR requested that the nation celebrate the holiday on the third Thursday of November instead of the fourth. I think the theory was that it would extend the holiday shopping season by one week and rev up the economy with more consumer spending.

Dart has had another busy day with little time for answering the stack of Dot’s letters that he carries with him in case he gets a moment to write. Aside from the pre-embarkation processing he had a few days ago, I’m not exactly sure what keeps him so busy. Mostly, he goes from one watch assignment to some other task. It almost seems as though Shoemaker exists simply to give sailors a chance to practice being busy!

He left Oakland around 11:15 last night and didn’t get back to base until 2:30. The line for the bus was 2-1/2 blocks long and required 40 buses to carry everyone. “And to think the Southern Pacific scrapped an electric line three years ago which could have handled the whole crowd all the way from ‘Frisco in half the time it takes buses to run. Oh well, such is progress.”

He hopes she’s able to squeeze in lots of bowling and he accepts her challenge to a game. He admits to being a very poor bowler, a description that remained apt throughout his life.

Yes, he’s glad he made the trip to Cleveland! It would have been worth any amount of discomfort he had experienced even if he was only able to be with her for five minutes.

He’s serious, too, when he says he can’t think of a thing he wants or needs for Christmas. Besides, he suggests that a gift that isn’t asked for or hinted at is a much sweeter gift. He’s as stumped as she is about what to give her.

Reacting to her admission that she regretted not crossing the basement to give him a squeeze when she felt the urge, he says, “Speaking of times when squeezing would have been in order, there are times when I would have liked to squeeze you, too. If we were psychic, we would have had a squeezing session in the cellar. I love the way you put on the old apron and got to work with me. I felt the same way when you were in the kitchen flipping water on me (and dodging ice), and sucking the froth off the Pepsi bottle.” Isn’t it marvelous that the most touching and alluring moments with loved ones are those fleeting, “meaningless” looks or actions that set our hearts aflutter?

He fills the final page with a huge “I LOVE YOU, DOT!!!”

Dot got most of her Christmas shopping done today and now she just has to wait for the fun part – watching people open their gifts on Christmas morning. She and El are giving their father a suit and their mother a coat this year, because those are the last things they’d expect. “I love Christmas and all that goes with it, so the sooner preparations begin and the later they end, the happier I am.” What she gets for Dart is still a mystery to her.

She writes that she misses practicing on his sweet potato and splashing him with water. In fact, she misses his whole family almost as much as he does. They make her feel so welcome when she’s with them!

She’d like him to know that she’s reading “Steel Trails – the Epic of the Railroads” by Martin D. Stevers. She deems it “most interesting.” Now, that’s devotion!

Dart’s letter is short, but oh, so sweet. I’ll quote most of it verbatim, if you’ll indulge me.

“I got a pair of swell letters from you today. They remind me of the things I’ve been remembering for two weeks. How silly I felt about the car. How sweet you look all the time. Your expressions when you were helping Mom. Your eyes when I could look at them without getting the same feeling you mentioned. Your laugh and your smile. Oh, how you sparkle! Every memory I have of you is delightfully precious. The way you wear your clothes is one of my fondest memories – you’re so trim and neat, yet not so frilly and over-done as all the other girls I’ve known. Your hair is beautiful. I love the nose you hate. I like to see you wear your ankle-sox along with stockings: that always looks nice, but it’s even nicer on you. I like your knees, whether they’re clean or dirty. It seems perfectly natural for my arms to be around you, for us to be kissing. I’ve said that before but I think it can be said for all time.”

Doesn’t every girl want a letter like that? Doesn’t everyone want to feel that way about someone?

He wraps up his memories by saying how much he wants to return to their conversation that began in the park Wednesday. After the war, or before, if the war goes on too long, he wants to put a ring on her hand and follow it with another shortly thereafter.

He signs it, “Goodnight, my darling Butch.” Dot had signed a previous letter with that name. What’s up with that? Also, taking a cue from Dot, he writes a goofy P.S. to the doll Tonsilectomy.

One other note: he refers to himself in the opening line as her B.B.F. I assume that means Best Boy Friend? And to think the kids of today think they invented the whole BFF thing. Nuthin’ new under the sun.

Dot wins the brevity prize today. She’s writing from her apartment at the Miller’s again because they asked her to stay over for a couple of nights. She needs to hit the hay because the baby’s first feeding comes at 6:00 AM.

Franklin Simons has moved her to the third floor again. She knows she’ll never get in a rut as long as she’s working there because they switch her around so much.

That’s all she wrote.

Dart explains that he didn’t write last night because he was in Oakland on a little shopping trip. No luck on gift ideas for his parents, but he got a little something for his sweetheart.

Today he went to sick bay about his back and must return tomorrow. He gives no details, but just hopes this doesn’t turn into a siege at the hospital.

After enumerating all that he is thankful for (Dot being top on his list), he settles in to answer the stack of letters from her. He’s hoping to take some of her letters with him in his sea bag to help pass the time during the long days aboard the  transport ship. I imagine that trip, aboard a vessel with few amenities and sailors with no daily chores or assignments must be almost terminally tedious.

He reiterates that he has no ideas for Christmas gifts. He is allowed very little space, especially if he gets assigned to a destroyer, and he wants to save that space for some of the mementos he already has (like Dot’s picture?). He admits there are disadvantages to being in the Navy, but he has no answer for her.

He’s quite impressed that she’s reading the “Steel Trails” book – a volume that holds a prominent place in his personal library. He even recommends another book she might like, but frankly, I suspect he’s pressing his luck. I’m not sure how interested in knowing about trains she really is.

Dot and El seem to have a booming trade going in childcare. From what he’s seen, he imagines Dot would be very good with kids because she seems to have the right disposition. Of course little Chris remembered her! She’s unforgettable.

There is zero chance he’ll be assigned shore duty. There are 3,000,000 men wishing for the same thing, but those with families will get first consideration. He expects he’ll not only have sea duty, but will also be among the last discharged when the war is over. It’s a gloomy prediction, but probably right on the money. Dot may as well begin to come to terms with the reality of having a sweetheart in the Navy.

He’s curious about which team was victorious in the Greenwich/Stamford football game. Speaking of the game, he can visualize little Dottie as captain of the Alley Cats, grabbing the ball from some ragamuffin and tearing through all the opposition to the goal. “Is that where you learned the nice hold you used on me?”

When Dart is giving his sales pitch about the wonders of Dot, he’s apparently quite credible because his listeners often ask how a (supply your own word here) like him ever won the heart of such a woman. Some accuse him of creating Dot out of his own wild fantasies.

Yes, he agrees that Shoemaker is the type of place that grows on you – like a malignant tumor. It was designed to make all other places look good, even troop transport carriers. There’s a huge cadre of fire control men there with him and they all expect to get their draft any day now.

He tells Dot that he spent some of his time on the west bound train making sketches of a future house for them. He describes a grand, yet cozy place in fine detail and included a very preliminary sketch. He’d love to hear her ideas of room arrangement, garage placement, trim features, etc. He enclosed the sketches for her comment.

He loves her deeply and hopes they can make a house like this one a reality someday.

Dot packs a lot of enthusiasm into a few lines. The football game was the best she’s ever seen, even though Greenwich lost by 5 points. The feast was fabulous (she lists the long menu of delicacies) and Dart and Gordon were with them in spirit.

She must be at work in short order for the post-Thanksgiving shopping season, so she needs to go to bed.

Dart spent the  morning repairing the wooden walkways that run throughout Camp Shoemaker. The gravel walks they used previously get absorbed into the soupy mud because there’s so much rain here. He carried lumber, saw, hammer and nails all over the camp, replacing rotted planks as he went.

He got Dot’s letter where she mentions collecting cigarettes for Pop. Dart assures her that his dad will be pleased. “See, it takes a pretty face to get things like that – not even a uniform helps anymore.” I guess tobacco products were one of the long list of rationed commodities.

There’s a beautiful moon hanging out above Shoemaker, surrounded by a rainbow-hued halo that makes it look sort of tarnished. The night sky is uncharacteristically clear, so the stars are sparkling and plentiful. Dart recognizes the advantage to being 40 miles from a big city when he sees how close the stars appear to be. He always likes the stars in a winter sky because they seem to sparkle more.

His favorite time of day around here is late afternoon when the shadows lengthen and the clouds take on a golden or pinkish cast. “The whole world seems to take on an air of peace, comfort, and quiet.”

He decides to describe his surroundings, now that he’s had some time to observe them. “Each morning we awaken to cold quarters and a heavy front. A thick fog blots out the sky and all but nearby objects by 0700. The sun rises to disclose a ring of green mountains at distances up to six miles, which completely surround “Sleepy Hollow.” As the sun gets higher, the mountains seem to recede and the fog leaves entirely. About noon, we’re sweltering. Aside from the barren, unfinished, scarred appearance of Fleet City (Camp Shoemaker, Camp Parks and a hospital) the valley is a beautiful place, with green fields, white houses with red roofs, and here and there, a row of willow trees following a meandering brook, or tall poplars along the road.”

“The mountains are not high, but their tops are not forested… Toward evening, as the sun sinks lower, the mountains change their color to a blurred, heavy blue-green and they seem to be moving slowly in toward the center of the valley, forming an oppressing wall of darkness. At night, they’re visible against the black sky only as outlines where they blot out the stars.”

Today Dart saw the doctor about his back. They recognized each other instantly from their time at Great Lakes hospital. He said Dart should be on permanent shore duty, but such a recommendation can only be made by a ship’s doctor after he’s been at sea. The prediction is that Dart will be bothered by soreness whenever he’s in a damp climate, for years.

When he examined Dart’s scar, he said “Dr. Pumphrey didn’t do that job, did he?” Dart told him it was Dr. Woldman. “God! You’re lucky you can walk,” exclaimed the doctor.

“I guess the ill-fame of the ‘mad gynecologist’ who dressed open wounds with a smouldering cigar dangling from his mouth, has spread,” retorts Dart. Nothing but the finest medical care for our men in uniform!

He thanks Dot for sending a package, which he can hardly wait to receive, and which he will thank her for more effusively once it does.

He enjoyed her confession that she watches him while he’s not looking and admits she’s not the only one who steals glances. He suggests that they’ll have to practice looking into each other’s eyes when they see each other again. “Remember how we looked together when we saw ourselves in the mirror? We looked a bit tired, but very happy. I wish we’d sat up longer.”

He hopes it’ll take forever to tell her how much he loves her, but for now, he’ll kiss her goodnight and wish the kiss was real.

The two “scrumptious” letters that Dot got today put her into a wonderful mood. She truly appreciates his faithfulness at writing nearly every day.

She understands that he won’t give her any help in Christmas ideas. She thinks men, and especially sailors, are impossible to buy for, but she’ll do her best and he’ll be stuck with the consequences.

Wishing she were better at telling him how much she loves him, she instead must resort to writing down the lyrics of a popular Mills Brothers tune called ‘Til Then. This must have been a song written for the millions of lovers all over the world who endured long-term separation during wartime. It is quite poignant and sentimental, and definitely captures the longing that Dot feels.

In a strange change of subject, Dot gets a little serious and tells Dart he needs to stop talking about her in such glowing terms. She loves to hear them, but she has faults – lots of them – and fears the day when he’ll wake up and discover that his “dream” has become a “nightmare.” She claims her father says she is his little nightmare and El is his “day-colt.” Her low self image sometimes makes me sad.

She likes to hear about his plans for the future, but reminds him that he wants to finish college. She advises him to cross each bridge as it comes, but hopes the plans won’t take too long in coming true.

She has been transferred again – this time to the young men’s department, where she works with the only male sales clerk in the store. Dart might be jealous, but she assures him there’s no need. Mr. Goldstein is a veteran of the First World War. He is single, though. “In fact this morning, he asked me to marry him. I told him I was very sorry but I had other interests so this afternoon he bought me some cookies. He said. ‘I want you to get good and fat so your other interest won’t love you anymore.”

With a promise to join him again tomorrow night, she signs off, leaving room for Tonsillectomy to write a brief note.