One Day Out. Bahia, Brazil

Dearest Cyclone,

Now, don’t start thinking our schedule has changed.  It hasn’t.  We only stay 8 hours in Bahia, then, on to Rio and, I hope, a few letters from you.  The first stretch of each voyage, I think must be the hardest part.  After having been in each others arms, to have to wait about 12 days to read a letter from your love is a little rough.

Darling, I have reserved a room for you and Choppy for 5 days, starting on the night of Sunday August 22nd.  The Henry Hudson Hotel on W57th street.  You’ll like the hotel.  It’s only a few blocks from the West side raised highway, so I can get from the hotel down to the ship in no time. 

Henry Hudson 

Also, one of the ass’t. managers there used to be Deck Dept. Yeoman on the “Brazil”.  I stopped in to see him on my way to the ship after I landed at La Guardia Field.

FLASH!!!  Do you know that you only have 280 mornings before you have to start getting out of a nice, cozy, warm bed to cook breakfast for me?  It’s a long wait my love, but, we will manage somehow, and won’t we be happy then!  I have to close now.

Dearest Cyclone, loving and true,

love me always, as I love you.

 

G’nite,

Your Dave

8 July 1948

8 July 1948

Dearly Beloved,
Well, usual routine! Up at 3:00 AM, on watch until 8:00 AM, walk down two decks to the library, go to Mass, and communion, walk down three more decks, and off for breakfast. Pretty soft eh! Each time I do it, I can’t help but think of the walk that you have to Mass.

The “Brazil’s” priest is a Monseigneur. Not bad eh! After two years of navy services in the Pacific catching Mass and then Sacraments whenever I could, I’m now on a ship with a “Monseigneur” and have daily Mass.

I’ve been trying to get a good tan before I take you swimming, but I don’t have enough time during the day to lie down for a sun bath, and when you stand up, and work, in a bathing suit, (when I’m off watch; on watch I have to be buttoned up in dress whites regardless of the heat.), the sun is so high, that your shoulders get burned and the rest of you stays white.

Honey, I have no intentions whatsoever of mailing this letter, we are far at sea, on our way home, with no chance of mailing this before I get to New York. In fact, you probably will never see this letter.

It’s just that I’m so anxious, now that the time is drawing near. So anxious, to hold you and that warm, lovely body made for my love, in my arms, I try to express sufficiently well, what you are now as aware of as I am. That my search in life has ended. That I have found a woman, sweet enough, loving clever enough, exciting enough, fruitful enough and trusting in me enough, so that I can concentrate more love than I think you, who are just awakening to the depths of love, are aware exists, on one woman alone forever. Therein lies part of the beauty of love. On this ship I see, during my rounds of inspection, many things, some of which it might be better I didn’t see, but which are nonetheless, part of my job. I don’t come in contact with, but notice all the different married and single couples, and the usual female shepherdesses with their flock of eager sheep.

When the feeling, which someday I hope to explain, comes over me, you are right beside me, I glow with happiness, a new spring comes into my walk, my moods are brighter, I’m actually polite to obnoxious passengers, my heart sings with joy, and I start to whistle softly as I continue my inspection of the ship. Because I realize that everything I see is a different stage in the attempt of so many people to find a semblance of what we have, are aware of, and hold dear.

While so many, like the “Kraft Cheese” Heiress, on board, are extremely wealthy, on the other hand, I find so many ways in which they are sadly lacking. So much that they miss, and I humbly realize that I am wealthier far, than the majority of them will ever be. Because I have a “true blue” woman who is absolutely faithful and true, and who has sense enough to know that I derive more than a good deal of content out of being absolutely 150% trustworthy and faithful myself.

From the moment my ring went on your finger, please realize darling that, I became completely, indescribably completely yours. So much so that if I even danced with another woman, I’d be miserable because my arms belong only to you and have no business around any one else’s.

When you come to my arms and we are “home’ once more, please realize that you are actually “home” when you are in the circle of my arms. Look upon it as your haven, a place to be thrilled, excited, happy, or have a good cry in, it’s a space that is completely yours and I forbid any one else to ever, as long as I am alive, trespass there. I’m yours completely darling. You do not actually leave my arms once during the whole voyage. The soft, tangible, warm, sweet curvaciousness of you is gone yes, but your memory is lingering strongly and it presents an insurmountable obstacle for any other woman.

All my love forever,
Dave

P.S. I’m going to mail this after all. It says a few things I want you to know.

beauty

April 9, 1948…Until the Day I Die

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Hi my Darling,

Just received four of your delicious epistles. You’ve no idea how sweet and much looked forward to, your letters have become since you realized how much you are in love, and gathered enough courage to tell me about it. It really does wonders for me to read of your love and, our mutual desires, and wish for fulfillment.

Oh my love, we shall be so happy together! (and the time is going by, slowly, but steadily.) If you should become a little frightened, as the time goes by, please try to remember that all girls of our religion should feel that way, it’s only natural. But, also try to remember what I have told you about the patience and understanding I’ll give you after we are married.

Any strain or uneasiness when we are together is caused by necessary restraint, making us overly conscious of one another physically, in an attempt to be forewarned of dangerous waves of evolving emotion.

All that, and your thoughts resulting from that will cease when we become man and wife. Then, and only then will our association actually be as happy as it should be. Then, with kindness, and lasting love, we will begin to know each other, and act normally and unrestrained toward another.

Instead of being frightened about that time, try to realize that our love is strong enough now to keep us happy, and, how much happier we will be when we are united “straight up and down”, in a normal existence. (the only thing abnormal about it will be how completely well matched and happily wedded we will be).

So, next time you are “frightened”, or should I say apprehensive?, realize, PLEASE, my love, that you are over half way through the unnatural, “frightening” stage of our relationship, with flying colors, and am now heading toward the contentment and peace that awaits you eagerly in your favorite spot, when we are married.

My life,
My heart,
My happiness from April 9, 1948 until the day I die,

I love you,

Dave.