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Friday, November 17, 2017

San Diego--All Hands Aboard

Thursday 20 January 1944
Dear Eleanor,
     How is my Sweet today? Just one more day and I'll be home and are we going to have fun.
     Last night an order came through for the Medical Department (including the Dental Corps) to have "all hands aboard" for an inspection by the Admiral on Saturday.  And was I in a dither!  That meant that I couldn't leave until after the Admiral made his inspection. This morning a change in orders came through.  We had to get ready for inspection by 1:00 P.M.  We did, he came, and everyone is happy.
     I ran into the younger Levison boy; he is an ensign.  I don't remember his first name, but his brother's name is Billy.
     I was a little busier today.  I placed twelve silver fillings, two porcelain fillings and cleaned a lieutenant's teeth.  Usually by 4:00 o'clock things drop off, but we must remain "aboard" until 5:15.
     Called Nina Hursey at her work yesterday.  She couldn't talk and asked me to call her at home.  I will one of these days.
     Well Dear, keep your panties on till I get home tomorrow (Friday night).

Thursday, November 16, 2017

San Diego--Received Letters

Wednesday 19 January 1944
1520 o'clock (3:20 P.M.)
Dearest Eleanor,
     Please don't be so impatient.  We'll have lots of time together.  I'm not sure but it looks like the next three weekends are ours from Friday night until Monday morning.
     I've been kept so busy working and getting my papers in order that I haven't had time to leave the base. This morning I received the letter you mailed yesterday. The one you mailed on Monday came this afternoon.  The delay was probably due to the address, but you have the change now.
     Three men were transferred out of here today. A fourth leaves next month. Altogether there are only eleven dentists, so they are going fast.  We'll have to stay put until I get on a permanent basis here.  Right now I am replacing a man who was sent to San Francisco for a week.
     I, too, find it hard going to sleep at night.  By "it" I mean just what you think, but I did sleep better last night than I expected.  If at all possible, I will phone you Thursday between 6:00 and 7:00. Until then with loads of love I am
Your loving,

Did I give you the phone of the clinic here at the base?  It is Main 1071 Extension 311.  I can't call out but I can be reached if important.  The hours are 8:00 to 12:00 and 1:00 to 5:15.


Monday, November 13, 2017

San Diego--On Watch

Tuesday 18 January 1944
1900 o'clock (7:00 P.M.)

Dear Eleanor,
    Good news--will be home Friday night.  I'm on "watch" tonight.  When you're on watch on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday night you get 72 hours leave.  Watch means that you're on duty all night but probably nothing will happen.  We have a nice bed and the corpsmen take care of it.
    Bob Hope and his troop are on the base tonight, and I can hear the broadcast over the public speaker system.
    I finally got all my papers taken care of and began work this afternoon.  I started with what we call the "carriage trade," a commander.  Today, I visited with the men at the auxiliary clinic on the other side of the base.  Things are very quiet now because there aren't many ships here.  They come and go all the time.  When they're here, patients must be taken care of and in a hurry.
    Everyone here says I'll have a hell of a time getting back to the base by train or bus on Sunday night.  Men begin to line up at 4:00 P.M. and all they talk about is getting back.  I'll probably have to pick up a "junk heap" soon.
    Note my address on the envelope.
Love to all,

Clipping from the Evening Outlook 
Reverse side of clipping

Thursday, November 9, 2017

San Diego--U.S. Naval Repair Base

Monday 17 January 1944
1830 o'clock (6:30 PM)
Dear Eleanor,
     Just got through unpacking and hanging up my kit. This sure is a busy place but they tell me things are quiet now, so I've got something to look forward to.
     The officer who took me around is a commander who just today received a promotion to captain. I believe he is leaving for the Great Lakes Naval Station in a month. Tomorrow he will take me around to meet the bosses and arrange for my pay and transportation.
     There are two men in the dental department who went to school with me and the rest of them are so friendly that I should feel at home right smart quick. From what I was able to see today, the type of dentistry done here is of a very high level. All the talk you hear about dentistry in the service is untrue. Should you want to reach me after hours, I am at the B.O.Q.-- J room 4. The phone number is Main 7212. My work hours are 7:45 to 12:00 and 1:00 to 5:00. Send all mail addressed: Lt. (j.g.) G. Steingart DC-USNR, U.S. Naval Repair Base, San Diego 36, California.
     Noontime today I was aboard an airplane carrier. Lunch was 35 cents for meatloaf, potatoes, coffee and a whipped jello. Dinner was 45 cents. I had oyster stew, rare roast beef, potatoes, peas, coffee and cream pie. I am not eating any bread, potatoes or butter--must watch my waist line.
     Everything at the base is very informal. You only salute officers with the rank of commander or higher. Either the blue or grey uniform may be worn, so in a pinch I could wear by dress blue. I'll also wear my blue on Mondays if I come in just in time to go to work.
     Will write again tomorrow. Love and kisses to you, Linda Norma. As ever

Your loving husband,

Proceeded from Santa Monica to San Diego

Reported for Active Duty and Assigned Quarters

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Santa Monica--Our Little Gil

Gil (Lt.(jg) Steingart) was always sensitive about his short stature (5 ft. 4 in.). It was demeaning to be called "little Gil." 

Saturday 15 January 1944

Mr. and Mrs. Martin Goodfriend, Mr. and Mrs. Sam Fink and Mr. and Mrs. Emanuel Stern gave a farewell party honoring Gil.

The male guests were golf buddies and/or members of the Santa Monica B'nai B'rith Lodge. Attendees wrote the following messages on a "chain" card.

"Sundays will be awfully quiet without you.
Sam and Lee"

"You don't know how happily we'll be on the golf course without you.
don't you believe it
Good Luck (in mirror image writing)"

"Oh that 19th Hole.  It will not be the sauce without your good stories, (sometimes not so good)
Your golf partner,

"Dear Gil,
Good Luck and Smooth Sailing Back Home

"Our little Gil, May you soon grow up to be a big Commander

"Here's hoping a 1 1/2 stripper gets to wear 4 on his sleeve soon."

"Gil P.P.
V is for Victory  I know that as soon as you get to San Diego and Hitler gets one look at you the war will be over.  Good Luck
Jean and Herman"

"Hi Keed--Don't worry about Eleanor--what's left here will never harm her--they're either too young or too old--

"Listen Captain:
Just send her weak ends to me

"Gil (j.g.) 
Go easy on the admiral's teeth and maybe you'll be an admiral some day.
Best of Luck

"Will miss you, Gil, and hope you'll be back very very soon.

"Gilbert--Past President of Santa Monica B'nai B'rith.  I repeat--Sorry to see you go but will look for your return as soon as possible. 
Harry Aronoff"

"To the J.G. Lt. Steingart (remember J.G. Steingart now and soon it will be Commander Steingart.) Just don't ever high hat.
Ruby Goodfriend"

"Good Luck Gil
Ruby & Martin"

"Dear Gil, Sir,
The U.S.M.C. salutes you on your entrance into the Naval Service.  May you always sail on stout ships and remain slender about the naval.  Good luck.

Farewell Party Invitation

 "Chain" Greeting Card 


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Santa Monica--Letter from Libby

This letter was written by Lt. (jg) Gilbert Steingart's sister.

Thursday 13 January 1944
Dear Gil,
     Just received you letter and am answering immediately as I know how anxious you must be to settle up you affairs before you go.
     I haven't mentioned this before but Nat has applied for a commission and it looks like he will be in the service very soon.  We are expecting to hear any day now, so you see we ourselves are in the same boat as you folks.  We give Mother Frug $35 a month and Nat intends to give her the same amount even after he is in the service.
     I hope you can think of some solution because Mother doesn't make enough on her sewing to pay the balance of the rent her food etc.  Since Nat has his own mother to take care of and there is no one else, you will have to accept the responsibility. I don't know what else to suggest, Gil.  I'm sorry things are this way, but they are.
    I hope you will find you work in the Navy interesting.  Anyway, I do wish you all the luck in the world, Gil.
    Tell Eleanor the reason I haven't written lately is because my right forefinger is in a splint--I cut the tendon--and it is with extreme difficulty that I write.  I've written to Mother, of course, as I wouldn't want her to know about it.
    My love to all of you--
P.S. Do write to us when you can.

Undated photo of Libby

Monday, November 6, 2017

Santa Monica--Parties

Sometime in December 1943

Clipping from the Santa Monica Evening Outlook

Reverse Side of Clipping

 Gift Cards