Thursday will now be a word of magic for me

Happy Thursday! Here’s a sweet letter from Sylvia who sounds a bit giddy from playing with Adrienne and having talked to (in her words, “kibbutzed”) with neighbors all day long.

Sunday Oct 1943

Is that right (1935 Naval time 7:35pm civilian times)

My darling, darling, sailor –

Cookie and mommy were outdoors all day. Mommy was freezing, but Cookie was nice and warm and slept all day – except when she had to eat.

Mommy kibutzed all day with the neighbors and landlord. She asked the landlord if he’d finance her ina. Small business handmade purses etc. And he said yes! He said he was serious about it and not kidding. So maybe, darling, I’ll make our fortune

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So when you get back we’ll have our country home. The landlord did sound serious about it, sweetie, even though I was kidding … but I’ll discuss it with you when you return on furlough.

Mom has had some visitors during the day – one was a woman of 56 or so who’s now getting married. She has false teeth which she daintily takes out at the table when eating. What a character! She has one breast – and didn’t tell her future husband about it. Some surprise for him, eh babe?

Sadie and Charlie and we two will see “arsenic” on Saturday.

Then on Monday, Virgie(?) and Carl (who’s returned from England and North Africa) and we two will probably go to see “Othello” together. We’re going to have a swell time while you’re here, baby darling.

I’m in a funny mood today, sweetheart. Maybe it’s the excitement of your homecoming – don’t know what it is – but I’m acting sort of crazy! Cookie feels it too – and together we scream and

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blow at each other all day long – and she looks like a little doll – with a red shirt and green overalls. She looks so big! And so adorable… You’ll just love her when you see her.

Annette wrote you about the kitchen set we’re getting. Well, we got it! And it’s very lovely. It’s a maple set with chairs – heavy and solid – and it looks wonderful – except that we need new oilcloth on the floor. As soon as we get out allotment, we’ll get one – and the kitchen will look really nice. I believe that nice and comfortable furniture helps cheer

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a person – don’t you agree?

I’m wearing these plaid slacks today which gives me a size 40 bottom. And I promise not to wear them when you’re here… so don’t be scared, dearest. I promise to wear only what you like. I’ll walk around naked if you’ll feel happier that way. But, babe, I’m so scared I’ll look ugly – or funny -while you’re here. There are times when I look wonderful – and that’s swell – but when I don’t lok good, I look ugly – and to be beautiful for you is what I want. But you must keep on telling me how beautiful I am, don’t forget now.

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And you must write me instructions on how to act with you – so that we won’t waste any time getting acquainted again after this separation. My sweetest sweetheart, we’ll always be the same to each other, won’t we. Nothing will make us change, I hope, I hope, not even the war.

Today’s a very peculiar day for me. Ignoring everything and walking around slightly dazed seems to be a trait of mine – What hite me, I don’t know, but the awakening will come when we two meet.

Tonight I’m in a mood to talk – not to write. Darling, it’s one of these nights when writing is difficult and when talking is easy. I can write about the little things—like not being able to let Adrienne wear the sweater I made her, as she pulls the yellow buttons and puts it into her mouth… or that she has no scruples about peeing, farting and crapping while I hold her when she’s eating… I don’t’ feel like writing about these little things – and you must be bored with the Yiddish Philosophe you married. So outside of telling you how much I miss you and love you there’s very little to write. This isn’t the sort of letter I

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wanted to write you – but my thoughts are very disconnected today – no power of concentration.

Darling, will you write me until Thursday? I would so love to hear from you until we arrive… My heart just leaps when I think of it. The word Thursday will now be a word of magic for me.  Thursday – what a soft, but still strong name. Wonder if it was named after the God “Thor”. Mythology is a wonderful thing must start studying it again.

My dearest beloved, I love you very much so take very good care of yourself, as Cookie and Mommy have to have you to lean on – as I’m afraid Cookie might be as romantic as her sill mother. And you’ll be our tower of strength, sailor. Lots of love and millio scolcot? (scokot?) draga. [Can anyone translate what I believe is Hungarian here? Million something… Draga seems to mean “valuable”]

Sylvia

Separate page, that accompanied this letter – for those who feel like blushing:

Darling, I want you to press me tight against you – so that I can feel my breasts pressing hard against your chest. I want to bite into you – and pinch you – and just love you to death. I want to fall asleep and wake up to your kisses and caresses. I want to have you kiss me all over – ah darling, darling – I want you to love me good and hard. I want to kiss your eyes and your lis and blow in your ear – and kiss your funny nose… Babe hurry home your woman wants desperately to embrace you. S.