May 12, 1945

Such a sad and poignant letter from Dot today.

She would rather have had this heart-to-heart with Dart in person, but time is passing, with no indication of when they might have the chance for a long, serious face-to-face talk, so she feels she needs to write this now.

Posing the question, “Why do you love me?” she assures him that she is not fishing for complements, but rather, trying desperately to understand what he sees in her.

“When I think of why I love you, I realize you couldn’t love me for the same reason because I don’t possess the same qualities you do. You’re ambitious and intelligent. You have such a keen sense of humor, and at the same time such downright straight-forward thinking. You seem to know right from wrong in every case and have such strong will power to follow your own convictions. Besides all of these qualities, you’re kind, very courteous and just an all around swell guy. And just for good measure, let’s throw in the fact that you’re tall, dark and handsome.”

But, she muses, none of that explains what he sees in her. She’s nearly 19 and has accomplished nearly nothing in her life. He writes that she’s “charming” and “lovely,” but she’s too much of a Tom-boy to be either. She knows right from wrong, but doesn’t “do much about it.” She has big ideas, but rarely follows them through because she gets so easily discouraged. She believes she’s unworthy of his love and doesn’t want him saddling himself with a girl as obviously inferior as she is.

We’ve seen this low self image reflected a lot in her letters, but it’s painful to read it expressed so emphatically. Where does it come from? Partly, I think it stems from living in a family that are big on teasing, and, although she seems to be a good sport, sometimes that teasing must cut a little, especially when it comes from her beloved father. She also mentions Mr. Hibschman from Andrews School, whom she has always claimed didn’t like her much. For all we know, he may have been an arrogant, judgemental son of a gun, but his disapproval of Dot stings even now that she has graduated and left the campus. The character that people admire so much in her – her easy way with children, her hard work, her friendly and positive nature – are traits she either doesn’t recognize or doesn’t value.

Dart on the other hand, who himself is sometimes prone to moodiness and seeing things on the dark side, sees in Dot a breath of fresh air, a spark of light and joy that cannot be squelched. He values her honesty – not just in the fact that she tells the truth, but that she couldn’t obfuscate or be phony if you paid her. He knows that her natural, unadorned prettiness on the outside reflects her inner naturalness and goodness. With Dot, what you see is what you get, and he likes everything he sees in her.

She was thrilled to get three letters from Dart today after a two- week drought. She loves his drawings for the house, but she agrees that he’ll have to find a way to increase the size of the kitchen. Her father still doesn’t believe the house can be built for under $12,000, but admits he doesn’t know much about costs outside of the greater New York City area. To do her part toward building the house, she intends to buy a war savings bond. She explains that she’ll put it into his name, and if he ends up marrying someone else, he can consider it a wedding present from her. The she adds, “Dot, how can you talk of such things so lightly?”

It’s off to bed for her now, as she wishes her “scullery maid” goodnight, with a warning that he must not get dish pan hands.

With Dart’s gift for addressing serious subjects with a poetic, gentle touch, I’m eager to read his response to this letter.

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May 13, 1945

Here’s a very short note from Dart, saying he has nothing new to say and little time to say it. He thinks he’s catching a cold, which he blames on working over a steam table and then going on deck to cool off after the outside temperature suddenly dropped. He’s not used to taking a jacket with him after being in the tropics so long.

Now he’s at the end of the page and he hasn’t told the loveliest girl in the world that he loves her. Such things are better said in the dark, “so I must wait for many moons until I can whisper what I’d like to write about us, ‘n love, ‘n houses, ‘n stuff. I love you always.”

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May 14, 1945

This is one of the most thoughtful, honest and mature letters that Dot has written to date. Today’s mail brought Dart’s second letter in response to her comment about wanting to join the WAVEs. This was the particularly emphatic one he wrote to her after stewing over the idea for a couple of days. She writes, “Had I thought for one moment that my wanting to join the WAVEs would disturb you so much, I would have banished the idea completely. Oh, how I wish you’d get a letter saying I can’t join so I would stop getting letters from you telling me what would happen to me, and to us, if I could and did join. Dart, that first letter from you was enough to dissuade me, or anyone else, for that matter.”

She tells him that she is not going to be joining the WAVWs, even when she’s old enough, but she poses a good question. “What then, my dear boy, do you suggest I do? You gave me the same spiel about the Cadet Nurse Corps, and said I’d meet ‘the wrong kind of people’ in a defense plant. Darling, I have to know how the other 99% live sometime. Must I sit here and wait for you to come home and formally introduce me to ‘life’? There’s nothing I’d like better, nor one I’d rather learn things from than you, but unfortunately, I have to keep on living while you’re away.”

You tell ‘im, Dot! But, she makes another point or two. “You, apparently, have withheld nothing of your feelings toward women in the service. But in spite of all you say, I’ll bet there are thousands of boys who have thanked God, and thousands more who have yet to thank God, for the Army and Navy nurses. ”

She goes on to say that she was not really hurt by anything he said, although she thought some of his statements were rather harsh. She was terribly disappointed to learn she couldn’t join, but this just proves her belief that things have a tendency to work out as they’re supposed to. “If there was anything in your letter that hurt me, it was your suggestion that I might be joining for reasons other than doing what I thought best to end this God-awful war.”

And now, she illustrates her wisdom of knowing when to hold back from writing some things to Dart, and when the time is right to drop a little bomb. She tells him that she has learned some of the unsavory aspects of life all on her own, even without being in the service. She has refrained from telling him about such instances because “I thought you’d make more of it than it was, like you have with this WAVE business.” She then tells him the story of Jamey, a friend of Harriet and George, whom Dot abhors. Jamey knows her feelings and does everything in his power to make her say otherwise. The other night, Dot was at H & G’s house to sit with Toni Gale while they hosted a dinner party. At some point in the evening, Dot was called into the dining room and everyone left except Jamey. He took off her coat and told her to sit in the chair. She turned to go into the kitchen where the other people were, but he grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the chair. He knelt in front of her, loudly proclaimed his love for her and said he would not allow her to leave until she kissed him. She refused…adamantly. “Maybe you think this all sounds funny, as did the guests who had gathered at the doorway and were looking on, but it was not a bit funny to me!” She tells Dart that it would have been a lot easier, albeit unpleasant, to just kiss him and get it over with, but she refused. “Because on the night of November 9th, 1944, I made you a promise that I would never kiss nor let anyone kiss me, but you. That’s a promise I intend to keep, if I never kiss another soul. I sat there for about 10 minutes being laughed at, and it was the longest 10 minutes I’ve ever spent. ”

She wraps up this letter on a very sensible note when she says she wishes they had been able to talk before, instead of being so much in love they were tongue-tied on their few days together. But she likes his request to kiss and make up. “We’ve discussed this fairly sensibly now, and no one is hurt…Guess I’ll turn out the light and have a good cry. I miss you so much it’s nearly unbearable. Please stay as understanding as you are, and let’s have these talks often.”

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May 15, 1945

Here’s a short and newsy note from Dot. She blames Dart for the brevity of this one, because she took him up on his suggestion to read “The Robe,” and she’s finding it hard to put down.

The 7th War Bond Sale started at Franklin-Simon today. Every employee is encouraged to sell $500 worth by the end of the sale and Dot scored big with a $100 sale this morning. Now she’s inspired to make a real project of this and sell a lot. The store is ranking the employees by the amount they sell, with everyone starting as a lowly private. Dot is already a corporal, with her eye on 5-star general.

She wishes him sweet dreams in his new bed.

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May 16, 1945

Dart writes a short letter today. It’s been more than three weeks since he’s received any mail at all, making it very hard to keep his vow to not write disgruntled letters home. When that mail delivery finally gets there, it’ll be a whopper!

Rather surprisingly, he asks Dot an out-of-the-blue question: What would you think if I signed up for 6 years in the regular Navy? He’s heard of the many benefits, such as opportunity for advancement and higher pay, a chance to learn a trade, plenty of time off, if you’re in the US to collect your liberty, and education through travel. “What would you say? It would mean a lot.”

Then, the tone changes. “It would mean signing away every single thing I’m fighting for now, and every bit of happiness I’m looking forward to when this war’s over. Being the wife of a Navy man is no fun, I hear. And being a husband in the Navy is equally ‘no fun.’ But those recruiting promises sound awfully enticing!” (Was this his subtle way of saying “Beware the WAVEs,” without harping on her again?)

He enclosed a snapshot that someone took of him on deck after the previous set taken a few days ago didn’t turn out.

His P.S. says, in tiny letters “Don’t worry about my signing over. I won’t do it.”

This reminds me of a story Dad told occasionally – one of the few he told about his time in the service. As he was disembarking for the final time from his ship, leaving the Navy for the long-awaited return to civilian life, he was being processed out by one of the more senior crew members. The other guy read from a clipboard Dart’s name and rank, except it was a rank a couple of steps above where Dart really was. Dart told him that the name was correct, but the rank was wrong. The officer replied, “That rank is right, if you’ll sign up for the regular Navy.” Dart smiled, saluted, and scurried down the gangway, leaving the Navy forever behind him.

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This succinct note begins with “Well, I have yet to hear from your mother, and then the cycle will be complete. Today I received a letter from Fred saying -you know what.”

And the WAVE issue raises it’s head again. She says that Fred writes in a very similar style to Dart (“Four pages of the same sort of stuff.”) She’s not sure how to respond to him. She says that Dart is used to her incorrect spelling and poor grammar, but she fears she’ll shock Fred with it. She hopes his opinion of Dart will not be diminished by getting a letter from his B.G.F. Unlike the two guys, she claims she’s not able to make words sound like music. (Well, I think the music they’ve sent her has it’s share of sour notes.)

Too tired to stay awake, she closes with the hope that she’ll dream of Dart and with a prayer that God bless and protect him.

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May 17, 1945

Dot is happy to have received her third letter from Dart in just a few days.

She’s ashamed to admit that she forgot to write to his brother Burke to try and coordinate a silver anniversary gift for Helen and Dart, Sr. She’s at a loss as to what kind of gift would be good. Her mother suggested engraved silver napkin rings, but Dot knows the Chamberlains are the only family who still use such things. She’ll write to Burke tomorrow and see what he’s considering.

She’s about to send 10 packs of Pall Mall cigarettes to Dart, Sr. because she gets a kick out of finding things that are hard to find. Although she knows they’d  make a bad anniversary gift, she quips that Mr. Peterson is welcome to share the cigarettes with his wife (a non-smoker.)

How she wishes she could help plan their future house, but no ideas are coming to her. She thinks a 12 x 18 living room would be ample. “Remember, I’m going to have to keep it clean, so I don’t want an auditorium. And if there’s ever such a crowd in the room that they fill it, what would be wrong with some of the guests hanging from the beams? ”

El has decided to quite her job at the bank. Although she likes the work, she’s tired of the commute into the city. She’s been hired by a Greenwich department store, in the office, for the same salary as the bank, but she won’t have to pay for her lunch or the train.

Tomorrow Dot will have her eyes examined because they’ve been bothering her a great deal. She fears that her glasses are too weak and that by the time Dart returns, her lenses will be as thick as plate glass windows. How she hates wearing glasses! (It’s funny, she never wore glasses while I was a kid – not until she was in her 40s, I think.) Now, she writes that if she doesn’t get some sleep, her eyes will not even be able to see the big E at the top of the chart.

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May 18, 1945

Dart’s letter today is his best attempt to keep in touch, even though he has still not received any news from home. His job in the kitchen (galley) has begun to wear on him. He say’s it’s a great assignment for those who don’t object to petty theft (or grand larceny), but for him, it’s just plain hard and tedious work. It’s made more difficult by the “gold brick twins,” two men who are on permanent KP because no other division on the ship will have them. They are lazy and surly and Dart tries to keep his distance. He’s gone from scullery to steam table to bread table and is now “cox’n of the spuds,” peeling all manner of vegetables all day long. He still doesn’t know if this is a 6-week or a 3-month assignment, but either way, he’s looking forward to its end.

“As in everywhere else I’ve been, there’d be some changes made if I were in charge. I don’t intend to be, nor do I expect to be, so my changes will remain inside my head. They probably wouldn’t be much good anyway.”

He saw a movie last night that he remembers Dot writing about months ago. It’s called “The Navy Way” and it’s a kind of soft propaganda film about boot camp at Great Lakes. Dart enjoyed seeing all the familiar sights of his months there, but thought it was a fairly sanitized version of boot camp.

Some of the guys created a diving mask so they could explore water deeper than Dart wants to swim in. They used some rubber hose and an old gas mask – ingenious! Recently they brought up a piece of live coral. Rather than the brown, twiggy stuff Dart was expecting, it was a beautiful thing – dark glossy green at the base, bright red in the middle, and pale pink at the tips. He reports, however, that it really stinks as it’s dying and drying.

Now comes a clear example of how fouled up communication can become when mail is delayed by weeks. We see that he is still obsessing about the whole WAVE issue. “Dot, I’ve thought a great deal about your wanting to join…Perhaps I should never have said a thing. Regardless of the censure…I believe that all I said was true. But I also believe that it’s your decision to make as you see fit. So do as you please. I’ll be proud of you and my faith in you can’t be lowered by a mere thing like that. It’s my nature, though, to say ‘I told you so.’ There, you know what I thought when I first heard the news, and what I think a month later. I hope that when mail again gets to us, I’ll have the news that you changed your mind.”

The lack of mail is having an affect on the whole crew, especially when they see ships all around them getting regular mail deliveries.

“Goodnight, my Darling Dot. I look forward always to the far-future date when every evening can be like our last Thursday in Cleveland; and more than that.”

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Dot writes that today was E-Bond Day at Franklin Simons I’m not sure what ‘E-bonds” are, other than war bonds, but maybe Mom will remember and can enlighten me. Anyway, for one hour, starting at 11:00 AM, no merchandise could be sold at the store so that sales clerks could concentrate on selling the war bonds. Dot reports that some customers resented the idea, but others got into the spirit of it all. She sold a total of $150 worth to add to her $100 sale the other day, putting her at half her quota. She certainly hopes she can sell a lot more.

Tonight when she got home from work, she decided to mow the lawn. She was rewarded with several blisters and very sore hands, but the place looks much better. I wonder where her teenage brother Doug was when the lawn needed mowing? That reminded me of a story that became family lore when I was a kid. Doug, who spent most of his life living at home with his mother, was very concerned when her saw his old mom struggling to mow the lawn with an old push mower. He was so excited and proud when he gave her a power mower for her 75th birthday!

Dot got new glasses today – not much of a change from her old ones, but she hopes it helps with the headaches she’s been getting.

Betty B. is feeling poorly today, so Dot’s father brought some ice cream home to make her feel better. She’s sharing it with the whole family, but Dot is determined not to fall into temptation. She’s still trying very hard to trim down.

She’s sorry this letter is short and uninteresting, but she’s sure Dart could help if he’d just come by and change up the routine of her days a little. She also hopes that by now he’s received word that she is NOT joining the WAVEs! She reminds him to please write to her friend Nancy, or ask one of his buddies to do so.  With that, she signs off with all her love, forever.

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May 19, 1945

Dart writes a very short note tonight. He got a couple of booster shots today and his arm is swelling up and feeling stiff. He wishes his whole body could plump up as quickly as his arm has!

Still no mail delivery! He has a theory that if he would write to some people to whom he’s owed letters for a while, letters from those people might come the instant he dropped his in the letter box. It’s worth a try to jump start mail delivery again.

“Just between you and me and the rest of the world (if they’re not too busy to listen), I’m getting awfully anxious to see a familiar, neatly -lettered envelope again. Let’s have some more stuff about the WAVEs – where you may go to boot camp, etc. Better let me know first what the recruiting office said. I hope they had a heart, just this once.”

That’s all there is for today, and no letters are coming tomorrow. Both our young lovers are back on the 21st. See you then.

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May 21, 1945

Dart is jubilant! It’s a red letter, front page news, call-out-the-Marines kind of day. He got mail; two letters from the “most adorable girl God ever sent to a fellow,” and one from his parents. Ironically, neither letter from Dot was the one he yearns for. Neither was written on April 10. Neither gave him the answer to his nagging fear about the WAVEs. Still, he was overjoyed to get them.

He heartily supports any method Dot uses to get his parents to agree to a trip to Greenwich for their 25th anniversary celebration. He thinks it would be a great idea for them for many reasons.

In the final paragraph, Dart slips in a teeny zinger when he asks Dot about her upcoming vacation. “Is it a pre-induction leave, or just a plain vacation?”

I hope this poor boy gets some relief from the burning question soon.

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Dot’s letter was quite brief. She went into New Your City yesterday to attend her friend Nancy’s graduation. While there, she met Nancy’s English teacher, who “if he wasn’t married and hadn’t two children, and if I didn’t love you so much, and if he were about 10 years younger, I could really go for. He spoke almost as beautifully as Ronald Coleman and was almost as good looking as you.”

Because she got back to town so late, she’s really tired this morning. She’s hoping a letter waiting for her at home on her lunch break will wake her up a little.

That’s all, but both Dot and Dart will be back tomorrow.

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May 22, 1945

When the mail deliveries start, they come in a flood. Dart got five letters from Dot today, plus three more from other folks. Finally, the one bearing the news that she was too young to enlist brought the sheer relief Dart was hoping for. He admits to feeling like a heel because she is so disappointed and he is so very happy.

He loves the Easter photos she sent. One of the old married men in his group was very impressed with the picture of Dot and El in their Easter finery. When he said he’d like a date with either one of those gorgeous sisters, Dart let him know that Dot was spoken for (by him) and El was engaged to a young soldier.  Dart was especially fond of the photograph where Dot is wearing her “Ipana” smile and the corsage he sent.

He promises to learn to dance when he gets home for good. He likes to dance, and he wants to dance with her always. He looks forward to all the practice they’ll need to do together. (Anything to get his arms around her, I’d say!)

As he continues to answer that long-ago letter, he wonders what the story is behind her swimming in an outdoor pool in March with all her clothes on. He knows it would have required far more than a $5.00 bet for him to do something like that.

Yes, he tells her there was someone wearing that sequinned dress he took to a school dance. They had two dates, neither of which was much fun. Dot has seen her photo in his high school annual, and that’s all that needs to be said on the subject.

He explains that in a few days the ship is having an all-out inspection of the decks and below-deck spaces. Everyone is working full bore with paint brushes, soapy water and elbow grease. Because I know that the Haggard has been crippled and towed to dry dock, I’m curious why they would be undergoing such a heavy-duty inspection. Perhaps it’s to give the guys work to do while they await the fate of their ship. Must maintain that Navy discipline!

That’s all he has time for tonight, except to dream of their future together and wonder how long they’ll have to wait until their dreams come true.

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When Dot was walking home from work last night, her mailman passed her in his car and held two fingers out of his window. Since she’d already received a letter from Dart yesterday morning and since afternoon deliveries of his letters are rare, Dot thought the mailman was just teasing her. Surprise! There were two letters from Dart waiting for her when she got home! “And what swell letters they were! Filled with the kind of thing every girl loves to read. Gee, but I love you!”

She says that if he doesn’t get the letter she wrote on April 10 soon, they will all go nuts. She fully expects more letters to arrive any day telling her not to join the WAVEs.

Just between the two of them, Dot would rather see spring in Ohio than in Greenwich. Maybe it’ll work out by the time she’s an old woman, she jokes.

Mr. Miller must have been discouraged about Dart not getting back to the States soon enough because he sold his old bike which he’d offered to let Dart ride next time he was in town. Dot says he shouldn’t fret. By the time he gets out her way, maybe she’ll have bought the little Crosley car she’s always wanted. A girl can dream, can’t she?

She shares Dart’s wish that she could be in on the planning discussions for their little house. She knows absolutely nothing about planning and building houses, but Harriet and George built their own home by all by themselves, and Harriet is grateful for the skills and knowledge she acquired in the process. From what Dot can tell from the drawings, the bedrooms seem a a little small. Is he able to incorporate some of the hallway space into bedroom square footage? She’ll enclose some plans she found in McCall’s this month for a kitchen/laundry combo. Maybe he can garner some new ideas from there.

She’s also enclosing a small clipping of the actor Walter Abel. Both she and Dart think he bears a striking resemblance to Dart, Sr.

He will get no argument from Dot about what a nice name “Mrs. Dorothy Peterson” is.  She also likes “Mrs. D. G. Peterson, Jr.” She’s tickled that he, too, likes to spend his time writing that name over and over again.

She resumes the letter very late that same day, after enjoying an evening rain shower and a beautiful sunset. “it may be tomorrow where you are now, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some ‘shut-eye’ before tomorrow rolls around these parts.” She reminds him how much she loves him and then signs off.

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