Category Archives: Dot’s Letters

December 15, 1943

Dart answers one of Dot’s long  letters with a long one of his own. He talks about the packages he received from all of his aunts in Cleveland – sweets and treats, and large, brown, furry slippers.

He had a big day at the hospital. First, he practiced going up and down stairs. That painful and awkward exercise was necessitated by the butchering of certain muscles during his surgery. Then, he was allowed to take his meals in the chow hall and attend two movies! (The first was a short about various Naval ships – whoopie!)

My favorite part of this letter was Dart’s remarks about the songs Dot had mentioned in one of hers. He likes “This Will be My Shining Hour” as much as she does, but I was especially moved my his comments on “I’ll be Home for Christmas.”  “We all like it, but few are brave enough to listen to it all the way through. Usually somebody chokes up and says, ‘Turn that damn thing off!'” Can’t you just see a ward full of sailors – many of them just teenagers away from home for the first time and scared about the future – being drawn to that song, yet not able to handle the emotions it elicits?

He writes a humorous little assessment of his first attempt at being a playwright. It was about a little boy who wanted to ride a train. (Of course!) It was such a painful and pitiful excuse of a play that he turned to writing poetry instead. Actually, after Dad died, we discovered a notebook full of poetry he had written as a young man, and it was stunningly good. I promise to post some of it here someday.

He mentions that Dot said Gordon would be home for Christmas during their phone call. I hope that means she’ll have a chance to see her brother after all. He encourages her to keep her chin up about the upcoming formal, guessing that she looks really “nifty” in her gown. He also raises a teensy hope that he’ll be able to escort her to the February formal dance.

After a little more chitchat, he regretfully closes, bringing their “visit” to an end.

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Dot’s letter is a study in exuberant gratitude, best left to be read in it’s entirety. Treat yourself to the pleasure of a young girl’s joy in her life. (And, yes, she’ll get to see Gordon over Christmas!)

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December 17, 1943

Today brings a short message from Dart. He was examined again by several doctors and they seem to know what’s wrong with him. They also know what should have been done in his first surgery. They just don’t know what to do about fixing the problem.

He wrote that he hoped no one had pinched her to awaken her from her perfect dream week. “An angel like you, even though she’s slightly frolicsome at times, deserves the best, always,” he said.

He’s glad she gets to go home 24 hours earlier and wishes her a lovely visit. He says he’ll write his next letters to her Connecticut address so they’ll be waiting for her when she gets there. He closes by saying he hopes she surprises herself tomorrow night and has more fun at the formal than she anticipates.

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A momentous letter from Dot that stretches over several days. The first day is a direct response to his two letters. She’s happy his days fly by while he’s in the hospital. She thinks his Marine friend must be quite a character to have made such an impression on Dart. She still has not answered the letter from a Marine who wrote to her because Dart creates such a delightful distraction. She leaves for home in a few days and still has a play to write. Her Christmas package to him may be a little late because she’ll make the fudge at home and mail it from there. Finally, she hopes the class picture she sends him is not so awful that it causes him to have a relapse.

On the 18th, she writes an awe-filled letter, thanking him for the beautiful corsage he sent her to wear at the formal that night. She was the envy of all the girls and even the house mother was impressed. She kept telling people all night, “Dorothy’s date is here in spirit – just look at that beautiful corsage he sent her!” Dot says she cried like a baby when she first saw them and that she had never realized there were boys on this earth as thoughtful as he is. She confesses that it might be true what the girls have been telling her for weeks – that she loves him. Phew!

She dashes off a couple more paragraphs over the next couple of days, mostly apologizing for the long delay in getting the letter mailed and a hurried explanation of how busy she has been.

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December 29, 1943 – Mail draught continues!!

What follows is a letter from a man who does not want to seem too desperate. It’s two pages of nonsensical silliness that pretty much prove the poor boy is going crazy from lack of mail.

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Now you can read the letter, written the same day, that will soon bring water to a parched man. Enjoy this long letter from Dot, describing her Christmas visit home. She uses description and humor in equal measure to paint a Norman Rockwellesque picture of a New England holiday among a big, jovial family. I can almost see Dart grinning from ear to ear as he reads these pages, over and over again.

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December 30, 1943 – Mail at last!

I love this exuberant letter from Dart, in response to Dot’s long missive she wrote over several days in mid-December. What joy! What gratitude! What love! And man, could that guy turn a phrase! One of my favorite lines is “I’m afraid that if I pinched you to see if you are real, I’d be horribly disappointed to find you gone in a puff of sweet-smelling vapor, to the tune of soft chimes and the distant singing of birds.” Sigh!

Here’s a little aside: Decades after this letter was written, Dart was living in a long-term care facility in a retirement village where he and Dot had lived for several years. He was in the late stages of dementia. He didn’t walk anymore and he rarely spoke. Still, he looked forward to Dot’s twice-daily visits. On one such occasion, an orderly had wheeled Dart to the front door to watch for Dot’s arrival. When he saw her approaching, Dart’s face lit up and he sat taller in his chair. According to the orderly, he spoke as clear as could be and said, with a satisfied grin, “I’ve loved that woman my entire life.” That’s the devotion I was blessed to witness from the time I was born. That’s the love that comes through every page of these letters.

Back to 1943. Dart reported that he received a package from Dot the same day as her priceless letter. The package contained he lovely senior portrait (he liked it, of course) and a double batch of her hand made fudge. The latter was good enough to impress the young sailor with her culinary skills, but it was truly the photo that added sweetness to his day.

He was so delighted that she liked the corsage he had sent her for the school dance, but sorry it had caused her to cry. He requested copies of the photos Mr. Hibschman had taken of the occasion.

His less-than-great news was that several long-term patients on his ward were being released back to active duty, but he would be staying indefinitely. His cyst was still bothering him too much for the rigors of boot camp and combat.

He reluctantly closed his  long letter so he could write to his folks amid his daydreams of Dottie. In his PS, he resurrected his plea for a translation of that code she had once used in her letter;  B.B.S.O.C.Y.K. Will we ever know what it means?

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Another great letter from Dot. It’s a light, somewhat sarcastic account of her day. From nearly removing her arm with a washing machine, to helping her brother Doug haul the 10-foot Christmas tree outside, and hemming her new winter coat, the industrious Dot kept busy. She also was tricked into an appointment with her dentist.

She reported that she’ll be ringing in the New Year tomorrow by babysitting. She tells Dart she turned down a date with someone who held no interest for her, saying “I told him I had a ‘friend’ who wasn’t going to have much fun and it didn’t make me feel like having much fun either.”

After announcing she’d have to sign off because her last toothpick broke from the weight of her eyelids closing, she proceeded to add a New Year’s poem. A really terrible New Year’s poem. It’s hard to envision from this particular sample that Dot would become a kind of poetic legend among family and friends in later years. These days, there’s hardly any occasion she doesn’t mark with clever and well-crafted verse!

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January 1, 1944 – Happy New Year

Here’s another brief letter from Dart to start the new year off right. He’s over the moon about receiving her 12-page letter, and he goes on for awhile about the praise her portrait is earning on the ward. He reports that he ended up not going to the Red Cross party because he was ill. The guys who went had slim praise for the thing, except they seemed happy with the single bottle of Coke they each received as refreshment.

He certainly understands why there was such long dry spell of letters from Dot. He asks her forgiveness and understanding in advance if he should ever come to a time when he cannot keep up the rigorous writing schedule of recent days. I wonder if he was thinking of pending illness, or were his thoughts more about the war?

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Dot begins her letter with a report that she just heard a radio plea that everyone listening should resolve to write more letters to their service men. She has pledged to write him at least a note for as long as he wants her too, even during her upcoming exams.

She announces that her new career wil be taking care of kids. It seems that she’s been in such hot demand that she has nearly earned her train fare back to Ohio. She’ll be returning to school on Monday.

At this point in her plans she thinks she’ll be doing her work experience in Cleveland when her classes are over in April. She says she’ll be able to see more of her best friend who is going to college in Oberlin but I suspect the prospect of seeing a certain sailor may influence her decision.

She plans to see the movie comedy “Claudia” tomorrow night, but nothing can compare seeing “The Phantom of the Opera” with Dart. (Regardless of the plot, characters, sets, costumes or acting…)

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January 4, 1944

Here’s a short and melancholy letter from Dart. He describes the beauty of nature under a very heavy frost, but adds that it would have been prettier if seen from the outside.

A new chief surgeon has decided to keep all the pilonidal cyst cases a while longer for observation. He is despondant that he’ll never get back to active duty. It has been a whopping 49 days since his surgery!

He’s homesick and discouraged, but ever sure of his love for Dot.

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Dot’s letter today is also brief. Like Dart, she is in a weird state of mind. She wonders if this “puppy love” affair they are having will amount to anything, or will it go up in a puff of smoke someday. It  must be hard to maintain confidence of your true feelings and those of your beloved over the obstacles of months and miles, especially when the rlationship was so new when the two were separated.

She includes a poem she says she found that expresses her feelings. Hmmm…I wonder if she is the author?

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January 6, 1944

Dart writes a regular letter today, and then a bonus.

He expresses surprise that he’s received a postcard from her, sent from Andrews School. He was unaware that she’d be returning to Willoughby so soon and is concerned because he’s mailed all his letters to Greenwich.

Referring to a recent mention she’d made about bowling, he asks Dot for a bowling date “some evening.” He enjoys the activity even though he claims his scores are pitiful. It sounds a little wistful when he tries to make a date, knowing that he has no idea when they might see each other again.

He thinks it’s nice that she’s earned some money babysitting and tells her about his paper route and lawn mowing jobs that earned him some “pin” money when he was home.  He then asked her how she liked “Claudia.” He had seen it as a play at the Cleveland Playhouse some time ago and had “nearly died laughing.” Like Dot, he has fond memories of see “The Phantom” too.

He asks her if she’s a little superstitious and admits to being a little so himself. He confesses that he has wished a couple of times on the first evening star. The wish he made in boot camp has already come true. Since the one he made last night also concerns the two of them, he hopes it comes true as well. Still, he won’t tell her what it is, hoping he hasn’t already “queered” it simply by mentioning it.

Apparently, all this talk of wishing on stars has made our young hero feel romantic and a little poetic. He talks about the beauty of the snow in the starlight and the sparkling crystals falling on a crisp, sunny day.

He lobbies a bit for her to work in Cleveland during her practicum so that she could get to know his folks. (Also, it would be easier to see her if the Navy ever grants him leave.) He mentions his youngest cousin who is attending Oberlin on a scholarship to study piano. (I remember meeting that cousin, Marg Peterson, a couple of times in my life. She lived an exotic life as a concert pianist, touring the world and settling down in St. Louis. )

He closed with a sappy little poem he’d memorized from somewhere. It’s the same sappy little poem that I memorized as a young child when I found it framed on the dresser of a rustic lake cottage in New Hampshire.

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He adds another two-page letter, mostly writing that he didn’t have much to write. He did tell a storry about a Catholic priest visiting the ward that day and finding a group of guys gambling via a game of pinochle. The gist of the letter is that he wanted to show Dot that he likes writing to her and thinks about her all time.

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Dot’s letter is pretty funny. It seems she is trying to cement the meaning of vocabulary words into her brain before exams by cramming as many as possible into a single paragraph! Words like clandestine, sanguine, truculent, cabal, flaccid and dictatorial are peppered throughout.  What a saucy little show-off! She notes later in the letter that she got a 100% on that test.

She chastises him for claiming to be the author of that crazy, nonsensical letter he wrote her in Connecticut. She has evidently learned it was plagiarized!

Finally! At long last!! Just when we had abandoned all hope of ever knowing, she relieves Dart’s curiosity by revealing the meaning of B.B.S.O.C.Y.K. (Check it out for yourself.)

She slips into gossip column mode as she writes about her roommate’s ex beau trying his darnedest to win back his lady love. Then, she questions Dart’s use of “Dorothy” in a recent letter. “Maybe you thought it wouldn’t be noticed, but in your letters, everything is noticed.” Very cute.

She claims to feel a little insecure about all the Waves he mentions, but this is not the letter of an insecure young girl. She’s full of vinegar today.

She has a funny paragraph about this letter having not much to say, but it has taken a lot of space and time to say it, nonetheless.  She reminds him that her excuse for not writing  very often is legit – she’s preparing for exams.

When reading the attached letter read the right column of the second page before reading the left column. I’m not sure why she does that, but it’s Dot’s usual practice.

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January 7, 1944

What a fabulous letter from Dart. It is an impassioned, reasoned response to Dot’s “wondering” letter of a few days ago. Wondering if what they feel is real. Wondering if it will last. Dart is so thoughtful and articulate. When de describes what he feels for her and how that compares to his feelings in previous “relationships,” I think he is speaking a universal language.  Anyone who has ever thought they were in love and then really was in love will recognize what he writes.

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Dot’s letter begins with a humorous riff on her boring classes. She’s really quite the wit. Her second letter of the day is in response to the two she received from Dart in today’s mail. I had to smile at her lengthy description of Doug in answer to Dart’s inquiry. She talks about his appearance, the fact that she took him to the movies because that was her payment for losing a bet. She admits he was her “one and only” until Dart came along. She says she’s known him for quite some time and she reveals that he spends a lot of time at her house. She never actually says that Doug is her younger brother. What a little imp she is!

She tells him a little about the English sailors she helped her sister entertain and she mentioned how much she enjoyed the home cooked meals. She down plays her culinary skills, saying that “anyone can make fudge.” She confesses that she may have made her trip to the dentist sound a bit worse than it really was. And she admits that she was the writer of the poem she had included in a recent letter.

She “accepted” Dart’s suggestion for a bowling date and she wrote about how much she enjoyed the movie “Claudia.”  She wrote that the film “struck me as not only a side-splitting comedy but also as something with a lot of sense in it. The character reminded Dot of a girl she knows – one that Dart might know as well. (Dot herself?)

She agrees with Dart that some superstitions are agreeable to her and mentions two recent “wish-bone” incidents when she “won” the biggest piece.  She talks about her enjoyment of classical music (as well as jazz and swing) and then begs his forgiveness and closes the letter at 12:30 a.m.

Here’s a quick word on Dot’s behalf. I suspect that as she reads these letters all these decades after writing them, she might be a little embarrassed by some of the spelling and punctuation errors. Let me assure you that she could go through them now with a red pen and catch every single mistake or “typo.” She has a bright mind and excellent writing skills that certainly matured from her 17-year-old version.  Sometimes I think her mind is firing so quickly as she writes these letters, that her pen simply gets ahead of her eyes.

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January 12, 1944

Today’s solo letter comes from Dot. She is quite understanding about receiving no letter from Dart today, now that he’s back in boot camp.  She reports that she had a dream about him the previous night. He was in civilian clothes and he was not at all like he was when they last saw each other. She prefers the original version and kindly asks that he not change.

She talks about the Harry James tune she’s listening to, wishing he could hear it too. She says one of the reasons she likes Mrs. Woodworth as a housemother is that she lets the girls listen to good music, even after “lights out.”

She describes some of the shenanigans going on in her house – girls blowing off some nervous energy as exams approach. She hopes he gets home in late February and  she is already lobbying the girls to make their monthly date night over the time Dart is in town.

While skating yesterday, she took quite a fall and is sore all over. Her desire for a rub down in “Sloan’s liniment” will undoubtedly prove fruitless.

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