Showing posts with label 1951 October. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1951 October. Show all posts

Monday, July 6, 2015

Fighting The War On The Way To Hilo Island

USS Valley Forge
Oct. 31, 1951

Rainbow Falls, Hilo Island, Hawaii


Hi Norma,

How are things in Detroit?

I tried to answer your  letter sooner but I've been real busy for the last two weeks, dodging propellers, jet blasts and shrapnel.  We're not killing time now like we were in the States, out here it's work.

We've lost two pilots since we've been here and a couple of guys on the flight deck got hit yesterday. 

You asked me if I were engaged.  The answer is no, who would I get engaged to over here, all I ever see are gooks and not very many of them.

You're darn right I'm a Chevy man, but if you buy a Ford, I'll let you drive me around anyway, if you want to.

I sure would like to know what was in the first letter you wrote me.  It must have been pretty good, or bad, if your mom wouldn't let you mail it.

We'll be pulling into port tomorrow, a place called Hilo Island.  I don't think it's much of a place, but at least it's land.

My division is having a party next Sunday.  The guys will probably have to bring me back in a sponge.  In fact, it's been so long since we've been out that most of us will have to be carried in.

Well, kid, I've got to sign off now.

Answer real soon. 

Your pal,

Friday, July 3, 2015

Norma's Reply to Letter #28

1____ Omaha
Detroit 25, Mich.
October 16, 1951

 In this GM  Truck & Coach promotional photo, Intertown Suburban Lines coach #140 — a 1954 GM Model 

TDH-4512 — is headed west on Fort St. at Sixth while sporting the Intertown Suburban colors.

Dear Jim,

Received your letter yesterday and was very surprised to hear from you.

How are you?  I am just fine.

You wanted to know where I was when you were home.  Well, that Friday, Saturday & Sunday I was in Chicago.  And I never go on Monday night [Visitation Service at Gilead Baptist Churst], so how in the heck am I supposed to know if you are home.  Pray tell?  You could have told me you were coming here or called me for a few minutes but no, you didn't do either, then you start off this letter, "How's the only girl I love?"  Are you kidding?  Either you sent this letter to the wrong person or something?  Also, just to keep the record straight, I am going all the time.  I'm working 6 days a week and going someplace every night.  This is my first night home in over a week and I have to wash my hair!

When I saw you on Fort St., I thought for sure that you would call or come over or something, but I don't suppose that you had time for me. I would like to have seen you & had a chance to talk to you, but I guess that wasn't possible.  How long were you here & how did you come (by train, bus, etc.?)

While I'm on the subject of you!  What ever happened to that picture that you supposedly had made for me?  Just out of curiosity who did you give it to?  Every time that I I've asked you, you have ignored the questions!

I'll bet that you could easily wring my neck now, giving you such a bawling out, but how would you feel if you were me? All the time I was writing this, the paper was red instead of blue I was so mad.

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[Editor's Note: This draft in Norma's handwriting was found behind Jim's previous letter in the packet from 1951 that she tied together with lace ribbons.  Knowing my mother, she would have taken her own advice and set it aside, then she would have written another letter that was less angry. 

In Jim's (limited) defense, when I first read his letter, I also thought it began, "How's the only girl I love?" because his handwriting is so darn bad.  On closer inspection, I think it actually says, "How's the only girl I have?" because the rest of the letter describes all of the girls who have gotten engaged since he was home last.  In addition, he has complained in many letters about the lack of correspondence from people he had hoped would write to him while he was away.  Over time, Jim would come to believe that Norma is the most trustworthy and reliable person he knew, but I don't think he'd come to that conclusion when he wrote his letter.

To be fair to Jim, their correspondence began with minimal contact between the two of them before he left for boot camp and Norma was, at the time Jim left Detroit, engaged to another man. However, at the time Norma wrote this draft, their correspondence had been going on for almost a year. She was understandably angry and disappointed that he didn't make arrangements to see her while he was on leave, regardless of whether his attentions were friendship or romantic.

I suspect this episode may have been a turning point in their relationship because of family stories about one trip in which Jim was so clueless that Norma considered ending their correspondence. When Norma told the story, she would work herself into a lather, much as she did in this draft.  Jim, as he listened, would give me a sidelong smirk and stay (remarkably, uncharacteristically) quiet.  He could be dumb sometimes, but he was no fool.]

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Rings For Everyone

USS Valley Forge
Oct. 12, 1951

USS Valley Forge artwork from Jim's stationery, ca. 1951

Hello Norma,

How's the only girl I have?

This leaves me in the best of physical conditions.   I'm not going to mention mental conditions.  You might have other ideas on that.

Where were you all the time I was home, huh?  Don't you ever go anywhere, anymore?  I only saw you one time and I couldn't stop to chat then.

I sure had a swell time while I was home, but I sure wish I had had more time so I could have seen everyone and gone more places.

I got a letter from my buddy who is on the East Coast in the Navy.  He said he was getting married pretty soon, which reminds me, every girl I saw, almost, shoved a ring in my face.  Are you wearing one yet?

I think I'll get myself one.  I feel out of sorts without it.  HA! 

These guys are standing around joking the kid who is writing beside me, so don't be surprised at what I put in this.

We are "shoving off" for Pearl Harbor Monday morning.  I don't know how long we will be there, for probably 6 weeks, then we will go on to Japan.  

I wish we would go directly to Japan.  I don't think I'm going to like Pearl Harbor.

As soon as I got back, my two buddies started planning a farewell trip to Mexico.  I don't know if I will go or not.  I probably will.  I like wine, women and song too much to stay away.

They had a good-bye dance for the ship's crew in San Diego Wednesday night, but I didn't go.  If I had, the guys would have had to bring me home in a sponge and at those dances, there are always lots more boys than girls.

Well, Norma, I've got to sign off now.

Answer soon.

Your pal, 

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