Showing posts with label rent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rent. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Rent

Monday 28 February 1944, 1745
Dear Eleanor,
     Am surprised--received two letters from you today. I'm going to advertise as you suggested with rent in advance. If I don't get any results by the end of the week I'll see Sipper's friend.
     Yesterday was very uneventful.  Last night I saw "Where Are Our Children?" with Jackie Cooper.  Tonight I'll see "The Lady and the Monster.  I hope it'll be more entertaining.
     A lot of ships are in, so we are keeping pretty busy.  At noon today I played volleyball and had lots of good exercise and fun
     How is the weather now?  The sun came out Sunday early and it has been beautiful ever since.
     Glad to hear the kids are well and that you are keeping busy.
     Nothing more except a big hug and kiss to Linda and Norma.
Love,
Gil






Saturday, April 25, 2015

Riot Act

Tuesday 8 February 1944, 1710 o'clock
Dearest Eleanor,
     Another day and nothing new to talk about.  Oh yes.  At our daily indoctrination lecture the riot act was read to the officers.  It seems that in this democracy the enlisted men don't count.  In other words we were told to demand strict respect and decorum in the clinic.  This really is going to take a lot of the fun out of our work.  From what they tell me, the same thing happens every so often.  Then for a week or two everything goes G.I. and then we'll drift back to the old way of doing things.  Don't misconstrue that this is anything I did.  It was simply a general condition existing in the clinic.
     I've been looking in the "houses for rent" columns. If I see anything interesting I'm going to run it right down.
     Received your letter and my first set of questions.  That 3.97 is better than anyone here has ever received.  They say 4.0 is just never given.  Well, I'll try and find out.
     Will probably go downtown tonight and make hotel reservations.  If not tonight, I'll go tomorrow night.  The corpsmen are making so much noise I hardly know what I'm writing, so I'll say adios, my sweet. As ever
Yours,
Gil








Friday, March 27, 2015

Letter from Gil'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--
Libby
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