William Sloane House Y.M.C.A., July 17, 1947

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Hello ” My Heart”,

I just received the letter you wrote on Wednesday, and I’d like to say thank you.  I wanted so much to have you say it in writing.  I have your letter with me now, on board, and I read it over occasionally just to make certain, to be sure I’m not dreaming it.

You know, honey, a man is only allowed to stay twenty-eight days a year in the Sloane House.  It’s one of their regulations.  But, if I ‘am not on a ship by next week, I think I have the problem solved.

One of the men in the office has asked me to live with he and his wife.  Their two daughters were married recently and the house is practically empty.  It’s only about 3/4 of an hour outside of  Manhattan.  I Told him I’d wait until I found out what was in store for me next week before I gave my answer.

It has actually been a relief to get on board ship these last three nights.  I don’t think I ever felt the heat so much.  Uptown in Manhattan the temperature has been in the eighties but the humidity has been over 90%.  Whereas, down here on the ship, cooling force due to westerly breezes are a welcome relief.

Darling, I hope you don’t really fall in love with me until I come home.  Because, judging from my own feelings, you’d really miss me terribly if you did.

I hope your headaches haven’t been too bad of late.  I wish you’d watch those sweetheart.  There must be something definitely wrong, and some positive steps you can take to correct it.  It’s a shame!  You are so exquisitely healthy otherwise.

Your wonderful letters have become a source of comfort and joy to me sweetheart.  So!  If you want to see your “ole sea daddy” really comfortable, just keep up the flow!  Don’t let the tide start to ebb.

So, for a foolish moment you entertained the absurd notion that I didn’t want to be bothered with you anymore eh?  You poor fool!  You can’t win!  If the time should come when I don’t want to see you anymore, believe me you will have no cause to wonder, you’ll know!  ( I hate to even write sentences like that, much less think them.)

Oh gosh darling!  Right now I’d even let you throw sand on me, just so long as we could be on the point at 3rd Cliff together.
The Third Cliff Scituate, MA
It would be an exciting change for me to murmur, “port, starboard, amidships!”, then open my eyes and see you instead of finding that once more I had only been kissing my pillow in my sleep.

Oh Betty, I love you! Please let me find the same light in those lovely eyes when I get back that I left in them when last we kissed!

I don’t know from day to day what the next day will bring me. I may be assigned to a ship tomorrow, and yet it may be another week. In any case, I can’t say for sure, when I can see you. Know you! It will be as soon as I can possibly make it.

I was walking down to the ship to go on watch when I noticed a club in the Village, a basement club, called “La Salle de Champagne”.  I’ll take you there when we are in New York together one day.  It’s a wonderful place.  They serve nothing but wine and in a wonderful atmosphere with divans, soft lights, and the full crisp notes of Chopin on the piano. It’s really a find! Take it from one who is past the night club stage. I had a glass of wine, you guess what kind? Was close to you for several moments, then went to the ship. Good night. Keep my heart beside your own!

I love you,


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