Setting the Date

Dearest Cyclone,

Say, about our wedding date.  You had your wish about waiting until May.  Now, listen to me about the day in May.

The S. S. Brazil arrives in New York on Wednesday May 4th and sails again on Friday May 6th for a 45 day trip.  I think we should make Thursday May 5th our wedding day.  Then Johnny may have a chance to be there, maybe even Ward Castle if he can get off.  But, Thursday May 5th I should like to be our wedding day darling.

One thing about the ceremony, you don’t have too much to plan in the actual ceremony.  God took care of that Himself when He made it a Sacrament, and provided an absolutely perfect beginning for any young couple.  Just imagine how wonderful it will be to be side by side, at last, at our Wedding Mass.  Oh! darling what can I say to let you know how deeply I feel it even now five months before.  I can feel goose pimples of sheer joy playing tag on my spine when i think of you there beside me, when the priest says those words.  You know, my love, I believe we are wrong when we say that there are no words to express how deeply we feel our love.  There are words and not in the little black box either.  The words of the marriage vows taken with God, at His Mass, sanctified by His presence.

I think that then, when, after you say, “I do”, I look into your exquisitely expressive Irish eyes, I shall see the faith, complete trust, and confidence of undying love written there.  A union glorified and protected by divine love.

How can Catholics help but marry for eternity?  If two people as much in love as we are, listen with their hearts opened before them to the words of their Service, how could either of them ever be unfaithful afterward.

Oh darling, if only there were some way that we could get a hold of all the young couples who will go racing to a notary public, a Justice of the Peace, or a Sea Captain, in the month of May, and let them have the opportunity that God has given us.

I’m getting a little impatient now, for our wedding.  Not impatient for selfish reasons, but impatient for you to become used to me and for you to begin to enjoy the rich fullness of happy married life.

Soon, my wife,

Dave.

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Northbound 27 September 1948

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Hello Darling,

By the time you receive this, I suppose I shall already have been “home” and gone again. It takes longer, usually, for mail to reach New York from Trinidad, then it takes the “Brazil” to get there.

What a case of “channel fever”, I have this trip.  It seems as though each voyage is worse than the preceding one.  Every click of the compass, as it follows the ship’s yawl back and forth to the rocking rhythm of a quarter sea, seems to say:  7 more days, 6 more days, 5 more days.

As I pace back and forth, back and forth, becoming so impatient to be in your arms that the delay seems almost unsurpassable.

So I pace back and forth and examine, once more, the unbroken line 360″ line between sky and water, and make another firm resolution with myself to stop wasting my life away at sea. ( to be cont’d after I go up on the bridge for 4 more hours of pacing )

Darling, a group of Argentine Exchange Students came up on the bridge today to take pictures of the mates getting a noon position.  It’s a wonder we even got a position, every time we’d turn around we would nearly stumble over two or three getting candid shots.  Anyway, one of them took one of me when I was getting my sight so I’ll send it along for laughs.  I’m not really as fat as I look in the picture.  ( must be poor exposure or something! )

My precious, it’s simply no use!  I can’t write anymore.  I’m too close to home and I keep drifting off into dreams of you.  Oh Betty!  My sweet darling Betty, I love you so much!

214 more breakfasts alone!  Then we shall each find contentment, peace, and happiness together in this fear torn world, in a fast disappearing haven called family life.

Your are my heart!  Beat strongly for me, I love you with my life!

Yours Forever,

Dave.