Lover Letters to Lois By Art

Love Letters to Lois by Art: Letter #18

Introductions by Debra

This is a true, first-hand account of the innermost thoughts of Art to his beloved Lois, written while serving our country as a United States Marine during World War II. My name is Debra and I am sharing the gifts of Art’s Love Letters. Art was my grandfather and Lois was my grandmother. It was 1944 and they were 21 years old when the letters began.

The Letter Transcript

Tuesday, June 20, 1944

Dearest One,

Feel much better today after that night’s sleep I had. That is physically not mentally. This morning while teaching class your beautiful face was constantly in front of me. The words I spoke were from practice. The class probably wondered whom I was speaking to.

Yesterday when I came in the barracks the fellows all thought I was married. A big grin on my face and eyes just a shining. Of course, I told them all about the entire weekend except for what is going to remain between the two of us. Usually when a fellow tells about his girl being so sweet and clean there is quite a number of comments to the contrary. But, Darling, when I showed them your picture they agreed I was a pretty lucky guy. Also told them about our drinking promise and took a kidding as they don’t think I’ll last at it, but we’ll see. Will tell you each day and so far I’m a “good boy”.

I sent the bracelet back this morning first thing so I’ll get it back so very soon. Darling, that was the best present I’ve ever received. I showed the boys it too and they all thought it was really neat. Yes sir, my little girl sure can’t be beat. Honey, as to the way the serial number and U.S.M.C. I’ll leave it up to you. The way we agreed on would be okay but I was wondering how it would look if it was like this.

U.S.M.C.
348754

Now, Darling, it is entirely up to you as it is your present and besides your taste is taps. And remember your name goes on the back. That is the most important part anyway, as far as I’m concerned. Honey, I hope you don’t think I’m being selfish, making you do all that, but Lois, it is a lifetime present and it is something I’ll always have from you.

Lois, no trouble came out of it at all. In fact, very few people even knew I was gone. Not many know me anyway, which sometimes is a pretty good thing. That telephone call you sent down here came to this barracks as the fellows told me somebody in Washington was calling me. It still thrills me to think of the way things turned out. That last Monday’s letter you sent was something on the order I sent you and then walking in on your place was sort of a climax. My heart was pounding so hard when I knocked on the door I could hardly think. I knew I’d be speechless when we saw each other again. You’ll never know my true feeling when I saw you again. It was something like flying in the clouds. “You’ll never know how much I love you.” (sing it pretty Lois)

There isn’t any news as to when we’ll be leaving Lois, not for a little while at any rate. Hope I never leave but even if we do go to Cherry Point we’ll still see each other. Already found out my train connections to Washington from there. Get a train at Rocky Mount and it takes 8 hours to get to Washington. Not bad huh? Not only that but Cherry Point we can get lots of plane rides. Starting next month we get flight orders and that means we have to fly at least four hours in a month. Pay goes up to 150 which should help matters considerably.

My clothes from Norfolk haven’t come as yet but W.R. says they’ll be in today. Better be or yours truly is going to get riled up. Washed some clothes this afternoon and how I dislike it. Has to be done, though, so grin and bear it for a while.

Hope those pictures we took came out okay as I’m dying to see them. And, Darling, make sure the whole set comes down here. Should fix up my wallet really swell.

Honey, going to tell you something now, and please don’t think I’m being conceited as that is far from the truth. Thought maybe you would like to know as I already told you something about that “Bam”. After finishing your letter last night the “bam” that wanted to marry me called up and wanted to see me. So I put a stop to it in one big hurry. Told her I was married in Washington on the weekend. Bang went the receiver so that is that.

How did the office go the next day? Were you very tired Darling at work? I suppose everybody saw the ring and the comments flew around the office. Has Alice said anything else to you about the two of us? Not that it matters, Honey, simply a matter of interest. Give the girls my regards. Sorry I forgot to say goodbye to them. My little girl had my mind in a whirl. (that rhymes doesn’t it)

Well, my Love, must write home now. Curious as to what they say. Will send you their letter as soon as I get it that is how sure I am it will be good. Let’s see, have I told you in this letter that I love you as yet, well I do, Darling, love you and love you and love you. Bye Honey, should hear from you tomorrow.

Your love sick Honey,
Art XXXXX

Questions, Conclusions and Commentary

Comment 1: I am moved by how deeply Art feels things. I am also quite impressed that he was teaching a class while his mind romanced her face. Then he goes on to describe how his heart was pounding in his chest when he knocked on her door. I can totally imagine that kind of heart-pounding sensation. He also attempts to describe the feeling when he finally saw her again being like something in the clouds. Heavenly!

I also can picture Lois singing that song that Art references. She absolutely loved music. I can still recall her voice now singing songs while she played her accordion or her piano or electric keyboard. I researched the song “You’ll Never Know How Much I Love You” and found it came from the 1940s movie the Shape of Water, which became a 1940s anthem due to all the couples separated during the war.

Comment 2: I am wondering if Art will remain in Edenton, NC or if he will move along to Cherry Point, NC. I may need to add both of these places to my bucket list. I can visualize Art on an 8 hour train ride to Washington dreaming about seeing Lois. If these train rides do show up in future letters, I may also have to add a train ride to my list of voyages to take when I go revisit all of the places that show up in these letters.

Comment 3: I was a wee bit disappointed to see dishonesty show up in my grandfather when he told the “Bam” he had been married on the weekend when, in fact, he only had become engaged. However, I am going to cut him some slack for that as I highly respect the fact that he wanted to close that door right away. In his mind, perhaps his act of dishonesty was warranted to insure that the door would be closed. If he only said he had become engaged this “Bam” person might have been the aggressive type to still see an open door, a door he wanted to be sure did not exist in her mind. I also respect that he was honest with Lois about it.

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Love Letters to Lois by Art: Letter #17

Introductions by Debra

This is a true, first-hand account of the innermost thoughts of Art to his beloved Lois, written while serving our country as a United States Marine during World War II. My name is Debra and I am sharing the gifts of Art’s Love Letters. Art was my grandfather and Lois was my grandmother. It was 1944 and they were 21 years old when the letters began.

Letter Foreword

Well folks! It’s official!!! Lois and Art have become engaged from the last letter that I read. The engagement took place on Saturday, June 17th.

Today’s letter takes place after Art leaves Lois to return back to his duties as a U.S. Marine. His next assignment is to report to Edenton, North Carolina in the Marine Operational Training Group 81, where he will follow up his training completed in Englewood, California with additional training and instructing on B-25s bombers.

The Letter Transcript

Monday, June 19, 1944

My Darling,

Finally arrived here in Edenton at 2 o’clock this afternoon. Had a bit of trouble getting rides but finally made it. Am writing to you right away so I can retire early as I’m dead tired.

Three letters from you, Dear, and also the package. Gosh, Lois, the present was really letter perfect. Much better than the other one I have. You have a perfect taste for things I can see. Hate to part with it for awhile but want you to have it finished for me and then send it back right away.

No trouble as yet and I don’t expect any. Haven’t seen anybody as yet, tomorrow morning will be the test anyway. Keep your fingers crossed with me Darling and I’m sure it will all be okay.

Lois, Dear, it hurt me terribly to leave you last night. What a wonderful world it would be if the two of us could always be together. After this past weekend, the two of us understand each other so perfectly that I’m sure we would always be happy. Now all I’m praying is that I’ll be stationed at one base so that we can get married. I love you so much, Darling, that nothing matters anymore except you. You know that without me telling you but I want to tell you it over and over again, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Your mother and Dad were simply wonderful. Couldn’t imagine things would turn out so easy. It would suit me just fine to be able to call them Mother and Dad and I hope that day isn’t too far away. In fact, everybody was so swell from Margaret to all the relatives. Maybe we’ll be able to see them all soon again together.

From Left to Right: Lois’s Dad, Mother, Lois, Art, Lois’s Sister Margaret

There were countless things that happened during those four days and each one of them will be remembered. From the time I knocked on your door till you kissed me goodbye. The biggest thing was buying the ring and that was a big moment. I’m happy, Darling, that you’re satisfied with it. That’s all that matters.

Then our first down to earth talk and wasn’t it ever a blast? We really took in just about everything except for the real thing and that is reserved for marriage, right? I’m going to have to learn a bit more self control after that last evening but then you can control things better than a man can. That I will leave up to you as I don’t want it to happen again not in those circumstances anyway. By the way, it does stain the trousers but it will wash out. Noticed it when I took the pants out of the bag.

There is still a question I’d like to ask you but you didn’t answer it up in Washington. Maybe one of these days I will find it out.

Darling, tomorrow’s letter will be much better as right now I’m dead weight and hanging on my eyes. You know how tired you were last night and then I’ve been traveling since then. My buddy and I didn’t get a ride from Washington till late last night.

Will write my folks tomorrow and also your Mother. Have quite a bit of writing to do at present but my little Darling comes first.

So, Sweetheart, will close for now till the morrow. Think of you constantly, simply can’t get you out of my mind as if I wanted to do that. You have me, Darling, heart and soul. Night.

With all my Love,
Art

P.S. I love you – XXXXX

Questions, Conclusions and Commentary

Commentary: I was simply overjoyed that my mother had pictures of the special engagement event and even had the ring that Lois picked out. It was more intricate than I would have imagined. I had envisioned a very simple one stone setting given the difficulty of the times and was surprised to find a multiple stone ensemble.

I also received an answer to a question from a former letter about who is this mystery Alice person that Art often inquires about who has been away sick. My mother found a picture of Lois with a group of other girls who perhaps served with her in Washington and one of those girls is named Alice McCullin. Here is a picture of the group of girls.

Lois Ritchie, Dorothy Ritchie, Mary Palmasani, Alice McCullin, Florence Thompson

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Love Letters to Lois by Art: Letter #16

Introductions by Debra

This is a true, first-hand account of the innermost thoughts of Art to his beloved Lois, written while serving our country as a United States Marine during World War II. My name is Debra and I am sharing the gifts of Art’s Love Letters. Art was my grandfather and Lois was my grandmother. It was 1944 and they were 21 years old when the letters began.

The Letter Transcript

Thursday, June 1, 1944

My Dearest,

As you know now things didn’t work out so well. Tried to explain what happened here but I’m afraid I was too darn excited on the phone. It’s a wonder you couldn’t hear my heart pounding. Sure was wonderful just to hear your voice again Lois.

This is the dope. My unit, the fellows are in one of those pictures, had already gone to “Eton” N.C. when I arrived here. Therefore, I have to join them as soon as possible. The reason I’m still here is awaiting my truck and sea-bag. After I get with my unit I’ll get leave as it has to come through my own officer. Now I expect to get leave, Honey, as the officer is a swell egg but let’s keep our fingers crossed until I know for sure. Will be going down there Sunday or Monday morning. I’ll wire or write as soon as I get there and let you know for sure and it had better be good news or all hell is going to break lose.

The picture with the swabbies is my class. And, Darling, this is no smoke talk but yours truly was top man in the class. The other picture was taken a while back when my boys graduated. I joined the picture so we could all be intact. In case you overlooked it, Lois, look under the pin in the small package I sent you. Let me know if everything comes.

As for my own picture the reason I haven’t sent it so far was that I didn’t like it. Honey, give me your honest opinion of it and if you like it keep it, if you don’t throw it away. Okay?

No fooling, Honey, sure will be glad to get away from Norfolk. (not too far from Washington though!) The Navy, while we are here, are in charge and I ran into a bit of trouble yesterday. I did my darndest to say things the right way but received no satisfaction what so ever. That was I blew up and was then told to leave and don’t come back until they are ready to fly me out. Eton is only 75 miles from here, so it won’t be so bad.

As to that subject you were discussing in the office, Lois, it all depends on the couple. Besides Emily Post says it’s okay on the second night and I’m counting the church canteen as the first night. Besides, “Little One”, who likes to go according to rules and regulations? I get enough of them in the service. If the feeling is natural then why not? Anyway I fell a bit more in love with you after the first kiss. By the way, what were those few other things?

You bet, Honey, I love Southerners, especially one I know. We have those same arguments and sometimes they get beyond the arguing stage but they mostly are a lot of fear. For six months in “fox” I was with all “rebels” but I took the riding and some of them are now my best buddies.

I hope you remembered me to your folks Lois. It still burns me up to think I could have been with you this week-end, except for the raw deal.

Thanks for remember my birthday, Honey, completely forgot it myself. I’m wondering just what you got for me. Maybe I’ll find out next week-end. I was on the train headed east when the sorry event took place. Now I am a man, twenty-one.

Say, is it very warm up in Washington? Boy, down here it is really terrific. Writing to you in a pair of shorts and I am still perspiring. Something like the islands muggy and hot.

How is your tan getting along? You have been trying to get one from the sound of your letters. I’m pretty dark myself. Had a bit of one in California and for the past two days have been in the sun quite often. Not doing a darn thing, playing horseshoes, reading and writing letters. My unit will be starting on the road in July sometime or so they figure. At “Eton” we’ll pick up some more dope on B-25’s and instructing. “Eton” is a big marine B-25 base.

Well, Honey, will write again tomorrow. Hope you wrote me a letter before you left for Harrisonburg. Night “Little One”.

With Love and Kisses,
Art

Questions, Conclusions and Commentary

Commentary: Well it sounds like Lois and Art have still not been able to connect in person yet but have spoken on the phone since I see no evidence of Art’s fears that he will lose the engagement to Lois.

Speaking of fears, I find it deeply understanding of Art to recognize that beneath all of the arguments he has been participating and witnessing that it is a lot of fear. Truly, fear is the underlying cause when an exchange of words turns from communication to argumentation. Such a wise man my grandfather was!

My only other question is regarding the new base Art is headed to called “Eton”. He specifically puts the word in quotes each time he writes it. I tried to research this big B-25 marine base and could find no evidence of it anywhere whereas many other bases in the North Carolina area are well documented. I find this to be a bit mysterious.

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Love Letters to Lois by Art: Letter #15

Introductions by Debra

This is a true, first-hand account of the innermost thoughts of Art to his beloved Lois, written while serving our country as a United States Marine during World War II. My name is Debra and I am sharing the gifts of Art’s Love Letters. Art was my grandfather and Lois was my grandmother. It was 1944 and they were 21 years old when the letters began.

The Letter Transcript

Monday, May 29, 1944

My Darling Lois,

Arrived here in Norfolk this afternoon a day late on account of train delay. The train was eight hours late getting into Chicago, we hit a truck parked on the rail and then I couldn’t get a train out of Chicago for over eight hours. It really hurt not being able to get to Washington on the way back but Honey, I think I’ll be up there in a few days.

Spent this afternoon getting a bit recovered away and tomorrow will find out about a short leave. Lots of the fellows here have been getting them and I don’t see why I should be any exception. My luggage hasn’t arrived as yet but should be here tomorrow or the next day, hope so at any rate as I haven’t much to wear right now.

It sure is warm down here, felt like I’d melt away in my greens while I reported in. Made a quick change into khaki uniform but it still is might muggy around here.

Now to get back to you and me. Darling do you still love me or are you disgusted beyond words? I know that so far nothing has worked out the way it was supposed to but, Darling, that is the way things go in the service. Again, Little One, I must ask you to bear with me for a while. Please write me very soon, Dearest, as I must know how I stand. If you truly love me, Lois, I know everything will work out, but otherwise, these past couple of weeks have been a test, it will ruin both our lives. My love for you, Lois, will never stop and each day I bank more and more that the two of us will someday be married. So, Darling, if there is any doubt in your mind please say it now because after we are engaged and something does turn up to cause your mind to change, I know it would send me back to drinking, etc.

Your not the type, Dear, to intentionally string a guy along so please give me your answer. Maybe I’m a bit downhearted this evening because of not seeing you and not hearing from you for so long that I’m worried needlessly. I most truly hope that is the case and a letter from you will cheer me a bit up.

How have you been since I last heard from you, Darling? Still the same sweet little girl I imagine.

Going to turn in now, Lois, even if it is still light out. The train ride up is really tiring. Bye

With All My Love
Art

Questions, Conclusions and Commentary

Commentary: Well that was a turn I did not see coming! I thought for sure that Art and Lois would have finally gotten to see each other by now and she would be proudly wearing the engagement ring and Art’s heart would be singing with glee at his dreams coming true. Instead, Art is downhearted and fearful that Lois is going to throw in the towel on their relationship out of her own disappointment, but since there are many more letters we must remain hopeful!

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Love Letters to Lois by Art: Letter #14

Introductions by Debra

This is a true, first-hand account of the innermost thoughts of Art to his beloved Lois, written while serving our country as a United States Marine during World War II. My name is Debra and I am sharing the gifts of Art’s Love Letters. Art was my grandfather and Lois was my grandmother. It was 1944 and they were 21 years old when the letters began.

The Letter Transcript

Sunday, May 21, 1944

Dearest Lois,

Had to write one more letter before leaving for Norfolk. Can’t leave till Tuesday as the trains are full up for Monday. Will push out of here at eight Tuesday morning. Thank God I’m almost on my way. My only worry now is getting to Washington before going to Norfolk. I should be able to as no set time has been put on my orders. Intend wiring you from Chicago when I’ll be there.

Enclosed are a couple of pictures, nothing much but I have a few more that I’ll bring with me. As you know the picture from home came but I figure that it will arrive at your house when I do. The sailor is Thomas Collins, the boy I told you about. He is from Texas and one swell egg.

Went to church this morning and the sermon was very good. The chaplain is a regular fellow, talks in a manner that is highly interesting. He used to be a missionary in Japan and on Thursdays gives talks about it. Went there last Thursday and so help me I never heard a more interesting lecture. Taught us a few words in Jap and a few in writing. Maybe I can teach you them if I remember. One thing that was amusing was the way the Japs write “noise”. They have a sign for words and by putting three of those signs together they have a sign for noise. Naturally I differed a bit on some things he said about what religion could do for the Japs but his viewpoint is strictly on the Holy side.

Two beautiful letters came for me Saturday. Seemed like the old times again.

Gosh, Honey, I know how you must have felt when your Mother left. Kind of tough when the partings come. But then you aren’t so far away from her and when I get there we’ll go down and visit the Folks.

Darling, as yet I don’t know about the furlough just have to report into Norfolk and then I’ll know. Do hope so, Honey, as it sure would help things along. Dearest, you sure say the sweetest things in your letter because love simply beams out of me. Must beam out of me as my buddies all kid me about it while I’m reading your letters. Honey being engaged to you is going to make the happiest and proudest guy this side of heaven. Always keep thinking the thought, you’ll change your mind the next time I see you. Seems as though I’m in one of the perfect dreams and scared to death of waking up. If this is all just a dream I hope I never wake up.

The letter your mother wrote was awfully sweet. Think she will be swell just by the letter. Maybe after I meet her, your Mother can then tell how crazy we are about each other. Her wish for you is also my wish Lois, anything so long as your going to be happy.

My curiosity is really aroused after that last letter. About that dream I swear better be good or else, cause my interest is inflamed now. Myself I never dream. Practically die every night (I don’t move) but before I go to sleep think about you and me and plan different things.

Well, Darling, last letter till I see you again, should be the latter part of the week. God, I can hardly believe it now. In my arms again and heaven sure can wait. Will be traveling across country as fast as I can. Next stop Washington!

Love and Kisses
Art

Questions, Conclusions and Commentary

Commentary: Well here we are! These two have only met 2 short months ago. They have not seen each other more than a month and the last letter from Art is heading to Lois and Art expects to be in Washington by the end of the week! They will get to go ring shopping and become engaged and it is sure to be exciting! I am hoping we get to hear all about it since I still have many, many more letters to read. I guess that’s our foreshadow that new orders are likely around the corner for Art to report elsewhere.

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The Little Children

The Little Children and The Boogie Man

Once upon a time, in a land not very far from here, there lived a Little boy and a Little girl. They lived in a Little house and shared one Little room for a bedroom. The Little girl and the Little boy loved each other very, very much. They spent lots of time playing and talking with each other every day. At bedtime, they would lay in the dark and share some of their deepest talks just before falling asleep.

On one particular night, the Little boy told the Little girl about something he heard that day. “I don’t want to scare you, but I heard about a bad man today. He is called the Boogie Man and we are supposed to watch out for him because he wants to get us.”

The Little girl was curious and said to the Little boy, “Why does he want to get us?”

Not knowing the answer but feeling protective, the Little boy replied, “I’m not sure, but we should just stay away and not find out.”

“Well… what does he look like so we know to stay away if we see him?” asked the Little girl.

“That’s a good question. I’m not sure” said the Little boy. He explained that his friend looked right past him in the jungle gym tunnel and screamed “Watch out! The Boogie Man is going to get you!” but when he turned around there was nobody there.

“Oh” said the Little girl sadly.

The Little boy felt badly that the Little girl felt sadly. He wished he hadn’t told the Little girl about the Boogie Man. He did not know what to say to make her feel better, so he said nothing at all. He lay awake in his bed pondering the Little girl’s questions wishing to know the answers himself.

The Little girl also lay awake in her bed and her mind began to create images of what the Boogie Man might look like. Suddenly, she saw a large shadowy figure looming over her. She screamed in fright to the Little boy “I’m scared! Can I please come sleep in your bed?”

The Little boy was suddenly grateful there was something he could do to make the Little girl felt better. He lifted his covers and motioned for the Little girl to come over. He was secretly relieved she had distracted him from his own thoughts about the Boogie Man.

The two Little Children then wandered off to sleep together feeling safe and secure they had each other’s comfort. As the night wore on, each of the Little Children began to dream about the Boogie Man.

The Little boy saw himself alone in his bed and the Little girl was asleep in her own bed. Suddenly, he saw the Boogie Man standing at the end of his bed in the dark shadows. The Little boy stiffened in fear. He thought if he didn’t breathe the Boogie Man wouldn’t know he was there and would not get him. So he lay very still and breathed slow deep breaths hoping he could be as invisible to the Boogie Man as the Boogie Man had been to him.

The Little boy’s plan seemed to work. The Boogie Man began to walk away from his bed but then started to walk towards the Little girl’s bed. The Little boy began to panic because the Little girl did not know the Boogie Man was in the room and he could hear her breathing heavy in a deep sleep.

He watched the Boogie Man getting closer and closer to the Little girl and it looked like he had something in his hands. The Little boy wondered if the Boogie Man was going to put boogies inside the Little girl and make her sick. The Little boy did not want anything to happen to her and began to cry silently. A boogie began to drip out of his nose as he cried.

Then the Boogie Man turned around and smiled at the Little boy. He seemed to know there was a boogie on the Little boy’s face. The Little boy felt dread that perhaps he had already been poisoned by the Boogie man’s germs. The Little boy let out a whimper and suddenly he awoke to find nobody in the room but the Little girl sleeping peacefully in his bed with him.

The Little girl was in her own dream about the Boogie Man. She saw herself all alone in the room laying in her own bed. The Boogie Man came and visited her but she did not scream. She was determined to find out more about him. She sat up in her bed and looked at him wavering and staring at her silently.

He seemed to be made of light green, translucent gooey boogies. She wondered if people did not see him because she could see through him. She suddenly felt bad for the Boogie Man that he was alone and invisible and she had the Little boy with her all the time. She wondered if the Boogie Man acted badly because it made him feel badly to look like that.

Then the Boogie Man started to reach towards her face. The thought suddenly occurred to the Little girl that the Boogie Man must need boogies to eat so he can survive. The Little girl said very bravely to the Boogie Man “I don’t have any Boogies for you. I am a healthy Little girl.” Suddenly the Boogie Man vanished and the Little girl woke up to find the Little boy sitting up awake in bed next to her.

The Little Children then shared their dreams about the Boogie Man. The Little girl told that the Boogie Man was lonely and needed boogies to help him survive. Then the Little boy said the Boogie Man wanted to spread boogies to make people sick. They were surprised to find the Boogie Man was different in each of their dreams. Neither of the Little Children were sure what the true story was behind the Boogie Man. So for now… It remained a mystery.

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Love Letters to Lois by Art: Letter #13

Introductions by Debra

This is a true, first-hand account of the innermost thoughts of Art to his beloved Lois, written while serving our country as a United States Marine during World War II. My name is Debra and I am sharing the gifts of Art’s Love Letters. Art was my grandfather and Lois was my grandmother. It was 1944 and they were 21 years old when the letters began.

The Letter Transcript

Friday, May 19, 1944

Dearest Lois,

One more day and yours truly will be finished. Can hardly wait till I board the train. Will leave for Norfolk Monday I believe. The course out here was wonderful as far as an education etc. was concerned but how I missed my little Honey! Maybe leaving you like I did was a good thing in a way, as it did make me realize how much I loved you. God knows how miserable I was the morning the orders were waiting for me.

For the past couple of days thought sure you were through with me. Really was worried until a letter came today. Figured the letter in which I told you about drinking a couple of beers had ruined everything. Darling, I’ll play fair and tell you everything I do etc. Haven’t touched a thing since those beers. Will probably go out one more time tomorrow night but only to collect a few things to take back with me.

We ran the two mile run for record today and tomorrow have our final physical test. I ran the two miles in thirteen and twelve seconds which isn’t too good and not to bad, just so-so. We also get our diplomas etc. from the school. I’ll show them to you when I get back there. The graduation picture is pretty good. I look all out of place with the sailors but they are practically brothers to us. This one sailor, Tom Collins, is one swell egg, really get along with him. Had a few pictures taken with each other and if they only will hurry up and get them finished, I’ll be able to show them to you.

My picture finally came from home today and I think I’ll bring it with me. Be about the same time anyway. This traveling alone should give me a chance to get to your place before reporting to Norfolk. Have so much to say to you that I probably won’t know where to begin when I see you again. Bet I’m speechless for a while, you’ll have to help me out.

Happy to hear you had such a wonderful week and Little One, always sure to see the family again. Nice of your Mother to give us the green light. Only hope she approves after I have met her. Probably will feel like I’m going through the third degree.

Darling, the first night I’d like to talk with you awhile, you know about everything. Then the first chance we have the two of us will go out and buy the ring. Seed a beautiful ring today at any rate I thought so. It wasn’t for sale though, as it was bought by a sailor in my class. He is getting engaged tonight. I’ll go and help you buy the ring, Darling, (and also put it on you) but you had better take the one you like. After all, Honey, a feminine taste is a lot different than a males. Personally, I think you already have seen the one you like best but are just waiting for me. Simply sets me way up in the clouds to think about becoming engaged.

Say, Lois, have you told the girls about us at home? I know you told all at work but you didn’t say anything about Nelda or Alice?

Darling, will finish off now, can’t seem to write any more as the time grows short. Saving everything up till I see you again. If I leave Monday will write once more, otherwise if I push out Sunday will send a telegram. Hope this is the final letter.

Night, Darling, will see you soon, for Washington here I come!

With Love and Kisses Always
Art

Questions, Conclusions and Commentary

Commentary: I think I am detecting a bit of insecurity in Art in this letter. He mentions that he might be speechless when they meet again. I can imagine having the same kind of fears with someone I only met a few months ago and have barely seen. He also reveals he imagines he will be going through the 3rd degree meeting her mother. Quite the pressure this young man feels coming upon him soon! Knowing my grandmother and her happy, light-hearted nature, I bet she puts Art at ease in no time!

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Love Letters to Lois by Art: Letter #12

Introductions by Debra

This is a true, first-hand account of the innermost thoughts of Art to his beloved Lois, written while serving our country as a United States Marine during World War II. My name is Debra and I am sharing the gifts of Art’s Love Letters. Art was my grandfather and Lois was my grandmother. It was 1944 and they were 21 years old when the letters began.

The Letter Transcript

Sunday, May 14, 1944 (Mother’s Day)

Dearest Lois,

Went to church this morning on the base. Barely made it but you my dear woke me just in time. Did me a world of good, certainly felt better than I have the past few days.

Sorry about not writing you last night, Honey, but came back after lights were out. Went out to get the pictures and darn it they weren’t ready. Sounds like I’m lying about this, Honey, but honestly it’s the truth. And the reason the picture from hasn’t come as yet, my sister held out on me. It is on the way now, about time too as I was beginning to get a little hot under the collar. Received a letter from her today and of course the explanation. She said it simply was overlooked but personally I believe sis waited until your picture arrived home. They all think your cute as they come but I know that already. So, Darling, please don’t blame poor me for everything.

Went to the U.S.O. Club in Inglewood last night. Shot some pool and played a bit of ping pong. Was beaten almost every game by some shooters. Much rather play with my “Little One”, as I can win a game once in a while. Now don’t get mad cause I think you play swell, just my speed.

Certainly was glad for the past week to go, wasn’t very interesting and most of it was dry. Got by all right but didn’t head the class, of that I’m sure. Just think one more week and I’ll be coming back to Washington. Graduate this Saturday and will probably will be on the way Monday. If only this week will fly by! Lois, if everything works out will come from Chicago and I’ll let you know if I’ll stop off at Washington.

Wasn’t nice, holding out on the May 10th letter. Darling, don’t blame you though as I know how it is to look forward to a letter. Honey, I do write as often as I possibly can so please understand. Your the only one I write to during the week. Made me feel rather bad when I read in your letter that you thought I didn’t care to write.

Enclosed is a poem my brother sent me. You know he is in the Army and we ride each other quite a bit. Do me a favor, Honey, type me a copy and send it in the next letter. Want to pin it up for all hands to see. It is true though I can’t see anything wrong with thinking we are the best outfit. If the rest of the outfits walked around as though they were proud of their uniforms maybe they wouldn’t have an inferiority complex. Wait until I write back to that brother of mine.

Sorry my letters have been so terrible of late, Lois, but now every time I sit down to write you start thinking about seeing you again so soon and I can’t write. Well, only one more week and then happy days are here again. Oh I could write reams of pages about having you in my arms, kissing you, just being near you Darling, but I can’t write it. I want to actually be doing that again.

Hope all your girls get back together again, Lois, so you won’t be so lonely. You said only Doris was there and she is the real quiet type.

Night, Honey, think of you always and please keep writing. Your a wonderful, sweetest little girl in the world.

All my Love,
Art XXXX

Questions, Conclusions and Commentary

Question: I still haven’t researched what movie Art watch that seemed parallel to his situation with Lois where the man calls the woman “Little One”. I would really like to find this movie and watch it. I will make it a point to do that over the next week.

Comment #1: How exciting that it is only ONE more week before these 2 will finally see each other again and then go off shopping for the engagement ring!!! Things are about to go up a notch on the Love scale.

Comment #2: At first, I thought Art’s sister delaying sending a picture was perhaps Art’s own inner fears thinking his girl had to be “pretty” in order for his family to accept her perhaps. Then I began to ponder if his sister simply loved her brother so much and only wanted to spend the money to get a picture of him that could be provided to Lois if she seemed worth the investment by what she could capture from seeing a picture of Lois. After all, we snap pictures with our phones like nothing but in those days, I would imagine to come by a photographer with the technology and to pay for the processing must have been no small price to pay. Something else to research! I am also still curious about the photograph paper I showed in a prior letter. I still cannot find any such paper that exists. It is as if it is a one of a kind golden ticket!!!

Comment #3: It has been such a long time since I played a game of pool. I need to do that real soon!!! I wasn’t a half bad player and would love to get in a league when we can all gather again.

Comment #4: The Poem that was enclosed was a newspaper clipping and is below.
All I can say is… WOW!!!

Marines “Those Brass-Button Queens”

The Marines, the Marines, those blasted Gyrenes*
Those seagoing bellhops, those brass-button queens.
Oh! They pat their own backs, write stories in reams,
All in praise of themselves—the U.S. Marines!


The Marines, the Marines, those publicity fiends,
They built all the forests, turned on all the streams,
Discontent with the earth, they say Heaven’s scenes
Are guarded by—you guess! Right! U.S. Marines!

The moon never beams, except when the Marines
Give it permission to turn on its gleams,
And the tide never rises, the wind never screams—
Unless authorized by the U.S. Marines!

The Marines, the Marines, in their khakis and greens,
Their pretty blue panties, red strips down their seams.
They thought all the thoughts, dreamed in their dreams,
Singing, “The Song of Myself” — the U.S. Marines.

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MISS DEBZ BEE-LOG #1: 🐝 📝

Woke feeling groggy as hell after sleeping away yesterday’s midday migraine and then NOT being able to sleep last night. Went into the Washroom and connected with the Amazing H20 Shower-port and teleported to a MUCH Higher dimension!!! Gone groggies!! Hello Magic!!! 💫

As my brain was in gear creating new data reports for my WFH company, ideas began streaming with lightning ⚡️speed into my brain on Content to warp speed to an even Higher dimension. I felt sad I did not have Time to devote to Creating such Content Magic💫

Took a WFH break midday and turned around to discover 5 of my CO-Warriors winning battles in my Astral Travel Device. I smiled knowing they are doing a Fantastic job and I look forward to a Kick-Ass journey tonight!!! 😴🌈🪐

Then I spotted that cute lil CO-Warrior Ellie… outside guarding my WFH station. And yeah 🤦‍♀️ the Loyal Rover-Seer giving his Magic Balls a good cleaning 🧼 🐕 and a 7th CO-Warrior keeping him company 😻

I exited my WFH station to wash dishes and while connecting to the Amazing H2O water element, an idea sprung 💦 forth on how to solve Everything!!! 💫

I have just completed my WFH day and am Ready to get started on that Content to Solve Everything!!! Except… Readiness is not Everything. I am Now completely clueless on what on Earth it was 🤔 🌎?

MORAL OF THE MOMENT:

I must start BEE-LOGGING 🐝📝 as the Magic happens instead of trying to recap all Magic Flying at Me in ONE End-Of-Day BEE-LOG. I simply can’t catch and hold everything in my Memory Bank 🤩🏦 at my age until I solve the Everything issue!

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Message for Humanity: Go Into the Wash Room

December 8, 2020

This message has been forming for a while but I felt I was missing a necessary piece of the puzzle. Today, the piece was delivered. It came as I was listening to this lovely soul Lorie Ladd on YouTube talk about an experience she had watching a mask-wearing woman taking time to meticulously wipe and clean her environment all around her. Lorie spoke of a love she had in heart for this stranger and I could tell that Lorie’s love was coming from a place of compassion for the fear the woman must have to take such time to detail clean. In short, Lorie’s talk today was about taking time during this month to clean our own sides of the street and not worry about trying to clean and change the whole world. I am here to echo her message and to add yet another perspective that came to me today.

I recently had what I would call a 3-day Dark night of the soul that was beyond what I’ve ever experienced before. My prior experiences have been about lacking feeling and connection… a sense of living in a vortex of emptiness… spiritual blindness… despite searching for a way out… a deafening silence from the Creator even though your whole heart screams for answers in desperation.

I guess you could say this experience was of the opposite extreme. The vortex was swirling but I could see everything in it despite how fast it was churning. Answers were streaming at me with lightening speed and I could comprehend them all without question. In fact, before I could even think of the next question to ask, the answer was provided. I didn’t even know it was the answer because I hadn’t thought of the question yet. Ultimately a question would come and the answer had already been given. I simply had to utter it.

It was as if I was in some weird dimension of time and space where everything was happening in reverse. At first I was in doubt it was happening, then it became obvious it was happening and I accepted it with some inner resistance, and then I let go and embraced the experience fully. Every time I began to doubt I had the right answer or that the experience was happening, it was conveyed to me with an inner loud knowing voice in confidence stating…

“There are NO wrong questions” (We learned this in school. The obvious one.)
“There are NO wrong answers” (What is true for me might not be true for you. Perception.)
“There are NO wrong moves”… ME: Huh? Really???

I wasn’t buying that last one fully. I was to be tested and shown just how Right that last one is. It was one of the most difficult experiences of my spiritual life if I am honest. I survived. Today… God cemented the message into my soul. I get it!!! Let me explain…

Consider this… What if ALL of us are doing Exactly what we are supposed to be doing in this pandemic? Some of us are choosing to be what I am going to call the Truth-Tellers… opposing the virus and vaccinations with the goal of waking up sleepers and helping to cleanse and correct people’s thinking. Then there are others believing the virus is real and taking that meticulous time to sanitize, wear masks and show the virus and others some respect. Those people are what I’m going to call the Cleaners.

And Consider this… EGO is one of The hardest spiritual downfalls a person can experience. In fact, in the Holy Bible, we are told “Do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing.” (Matthew 6:3). So here is Today’s Revelation…

Words have Energy. Thoughts have Energy. Actions have Energy. All 3 manifest our reality. The great spiritual sages of history have all known this and quantum physics is now proving it to be true. I think we can ALL agree 2020 has given us the 20/20 vision we needed to see just how big of a mess humanity has gotten itself into. We are fed up with Fakeness and Lies. We are done with the utter charade that is our political and capitalist systems that show a complete lack of respect and value for for humanity and we wonder why we have a youth that show little to no respect to their elders.

What if we are ALL following our inner voices doing Exactly what we are supposed to be Doing to help clean up the mess for humanity with our hearts desires for Truth and Cleanliness?

If the Truth-Tellers suddenly saw evidence of the changes they were able to make with their voices, would their EGO cause them and us downfall? Would that cause more Darkness then the Light of their Truth-Telling? Their voices are SO necessary. We must have faith the Energy of their Words WILL create a better tomorrow. Let them Talk. Love them for it.

The Cleaners… they are not asleep. They are doing Exactly what they are supposed to be Doing. Again, if they were able to clean the World up and see it all shiny and clean, would their EGO make them feel pompous? The Action of their Cleaning is Energy. It is helping to clean up the mess we ALL so badly want. We must have faith they are working to create a better tomorrow. Let them Clean. Love them for it.

I now see clearly that EACH of us are necessary pieces of the puzzle helping in the SAME end game to create a better world. I am here to remind you that we ALL matter!!! We are ALL doing the right thing in this regard. We are all just walking bases and There are NO wrong moves. We are all doing Exactly what we have been designed to do.

Nobody is more right or more important. We are ALL Making a Difference with our Words and Deeds and we are doing it safely… We are not letting the right hand know what the left hand is doing. We are all on the SAME playing field and in the SAME game. We all WIN because we are all playing our own positions. Try to shift your thinking that someone else is not playing their position right and not working hard enough. Focus on your position.

For the rest of December, I encourage you… go into your quiet place. I would imagine for most people that is the Washroom / Bathroom…. the one place you can get a few moments alone. While you are there… Remember Who You ARE!!! You are a Divine Child of God and you are doing the Right Thing. Honor yourself… Cleanse yourself. You’ve done a GREAT job!

With Love… Debra