Gina’s New York City 63
On front of envelope: new notice of change of address just arrived– where is it?
Jan 19, 45
It’s 8 o’clock tonight + I’m lying in bed- propped up against your pillow + mine– missing you. If only I could stand in front of Admiral king + shake my head– sadly + wisely + say “Ah how foolish those Navy Department– know you not that husbands and wives belong together– at home– when not actively engaged in pursuing this god war?” Umm– my angel– I love you very much.
It was too bad you did leave early. After all, it turned out to be a sunny, though cloudier-than-yesterday– day. The Weather Bureau so far has been wrong about snow here– Perhaps farther north where you are– it is colder + cloudier. At any rate, had you waited for the later plane, you probably would have been biting at the bit or stuck in the window staring at skys (sic)–all day long. So ;) what kind of trip was it? And what did you do the rest of today? And how do things look at Gros Ile?
It’s 10 days till the 30th– M’gosh– the things I’ve got to learn in that short time– + then how long do you think it’s likely you’ll be there beyond the 30th? I wonder what length of time it would be worth while for us to spend (?) the money coming out there + (going back) I mean– if you were going to be there only 2 weeks after the 30th, do you think we should join you there? Of course I would want to– 2 weeks can be a full-living time for us– 14 days that shouldn’t be wasted a part– However– if it were going to be a month– I’d say we must come– But what do you think?
We had a neat letter from your mother today– saying how well everything was going– I shall forward it to you. You must really write them immediately. Mother is answering her and sending the address to which I am writing now (yours– (letters I cannot make out) That seems rather vast as an address however. I’m afraid this writing is rather rickety– hope you can read it.
This afternoon I dressed the baby all pretty (?) in a pink dress and sweater wrapped up one of those baby combs your Dad gave me and Memie and I called on John Federick Stevier (?). He hardly looked at her and she paid him no attention– it was difficult– socially– as you can see. On a little card with the gift, I drew pictures of their first seeing each other and then his pulling her braids– toke. After that, I took her out for 2 ½ hours. We visited Mrs. Cavanagh (?) my doctor’s wife. Her 2 boys– 7 + 3 were home + we all went for a walk. Mrs. C + I pulled the three children on the sled. The older boy held the Baby and 3 yr old sat in front– her first sleigh ride!! It was cute + she enjoyed it. By the way, her upper tooth has finally came through! We felt it today. She send you a wee botchig (Armenian for kiss) I send you a big botchig. All my love– Gina–
Samuel Murray Letter
Envelope: Camp Hill, Pennsylvania
Celanese Plastics Corporation
Celanese Celluloid Corporation
180 Madison Avenue
New York 16, N.Y
819 Santee Street
Los Angeles 14, California
Feb 23, 1945
I was very glad to hear from you at last. From your letter, the old adage still holds to be true:- “Join the Navy + see the world”, I’m glad the sight seeing is limited to the U.S.A. for a while.
Perhaps you do not realize it, but you are now but 18 miles from my birth place of Carlisle. Incidentally your grandfather Murray (whom neither you nor I ever knew) was a graduate of Dickinson College; and your great grandfather was a trustee of some(?). He was not native, however.
Carlisle was heaven to me as a child. All my friends were there and that was home. My happiest recollections were of my grandmother Bosler with whom I used to spend most of my vacations from Storm King(?) + College. She lived at 133 West High (Main) St.- in case you should go through.
I have no immediate relative living there any more since my mother died. The only one left, whom I ever see, is my Uncle Joe Bosler who lives in Beverly Hills. I have quite a few distant cousins there, however.
I have a most attractive cousin living in Harrisburg- but cannot remember her married name. She was Jean Chamberlain- a graduate of Wisconsin. She is half way between you + me in age, perhaps nearer me. She also has been handicapped by a birthmark on her face. Uncle Joe is trying to get her married name. I would so like to have you + Virginia (especially Virginia) meet her. Your mother and I were at her wedding.
The time I walked 20 miles in 4 hours (of which feat you may have heard me brag many times) was done Carlisle to Harrisburg while I was still in Storm King. You might try it some time.
We are still in the process or getting settled. No sooner have we moved into our house than we receive a letter from the owners (a three striper in your Navy) want to sell. So we are as unsettled as ever.
Have seen Mr. and Mrs. Donchian several times. Had dinner with the once at Vrignia’s grandmother’s. Both seemed well. Dickaran was here, too, on his way to Finesus, Calif. Has grown pretty tremendous again across the beam sash(?)!
Will look forward to your next trip West.
My love to Virginia and Mimi,
Anthony Murray Letters
1160 Winston Ave
San Marino 9, California
Lt. (j.g) John H. Murray
Grosse Isle, Mich.
Inside, two separate letters. One dated, one not.
April 29, 1945
1160 Winston Ave
San Marino 9, California
Thank you very much for the Airplane, it sure is well, its one of the best planes I ever saw. Well we went down to Airzona on one of dads bizines business trips and stayed in a wonderful hotel called the San Marcus it has a swimming pool a gold course and riding stables also swell little cottages and the most beutiful (sic) gardens you ever saw. We went swimming every day and I had riding lessons each day. This was in a small town called Chandler 40 mi out of Ponix (sic). Then we went up to The Grand Canyon and stayed at the El Tovar hotel for two days it was simply beutiful I walked down one of the trails some of the way (about a ½ mi) they are pretty narrow and dangerous then we went up to Utah and stayed at an inn called Rubys inn and saw Brice Canyon then we went to Salt lake City and spent 3 or 4 days encluding (sic) Easter Sunday there and saw the Mormon Church and the tabernackle (sic) which was made without one nail then we saw Brigham Young’s house which was called the lion house and saw the great Salt lake. We went back to California by way of Nevada and stayed in the Apache Hotel in Los Vegas (sic). Boy what a place there were slot machines all over, they were in the service stations, hotels, restarounts (sic) and even in the five and ten cents stores. The first thing we saw was a service station when we were over the border in Nevada with a rose of 5 slot machines we stopped and I put in my only nickel and got 2 back. There were also huge buildings with glass fronts filled with hundreds of peable (sic) gambling. Well say hello to Virginia and Mimi for me and thanks again for the plane.
P.S. Im getting you your birthday present
1160 Winston Ave
San Marino 9,
Dear Jack, Virginia,
I got your letters the otheir (sic) day with the two dollers (sic) in them. Thanks you very much for them. It was very nice of you to send them for me. Thanks a lot for making the modle (sic) for me Jack, it sure is swell of you. The two dollars are in the bank right now. I think California is swell, it’s a bit rainy right now thogh (sic). But also Sunney (sic). I’m sorry I couldn’t get a birthday present to Mimi and you Jack but I’ll try to get them to you as soon as I can. I here (sic) your (sic) doing airiel (sic) photography and I also here your (sic) flying an F6F Fight plane, well I hope you make out good in both of them. WE are going on a trip to Arizona, Navada (sic), and Utah because dad has to go on bisinus (sic) so he’s taking us. Say hello to Mimi and Mr. Mrs. Donchin (sic) for me. And the famly (sic) says hullo.
P.S. Thanks for the 2 dollars again.
Dear jack and Virginia
I hope you are haveing (sic) a good time. I am. I just recovered from a case of german measles But I am well now. I’m sorry I couldn’t send you a BirthDay present on your BirthDay Because I was sick. ( I mean Jack’s Birthday.) But I will. Well how’s flyin Jacky old pal old pal excluding Virginia. I hope it’s good flyin say how’s about My birthday present. I’ll telll you what I got on the next pageà
I got a lot of Joke’s from mike and Mother a Dictionary from Dad a Big Stuft (sic) of course Black Lamb from Mother and a picture of the Boewing Flying fortress and a game called Hippity Hop from webster and Benet Janssen.
Well Happy Landings to both of you.
(Next to the signature is a picture of an airplane over water taking down a “Jap” plane with arrows pointing to the cockpit and written underneath “That’s you Jack”)
Don’t forget those ten Japs. And ten germans. If there are any in the Pacific. (I mean the germans) and write soon.
Samuel Murray Letter
La Playa Hotel Stationary
June 14, 1945
Many congratulations on your elevation to full Lieutenancy. Mother and I were very proud to hear of this. Now, if the war in the East will just end and you lose all this nauh(?), once and for all, we will be even more pleased.
Frankly, I don’t know where to send this letter. You were to leave Atlantic City about now for the South. Wish, with your new responsibilities, you would undertake to drop us a line now and then. If mother and I never write you and you never write us, as you most seldom do, it would be very easy to bust(?) up the family ties forever if that is your desire.
School is over. So I have brought mother and Tony here with me for a change. We have been wondering where you and Virginia lived while you were here.
Tomorrow we go out to S.F. where we are planning to see Peggy for the week-end. She is really quite conscientious about keeping in touch with us.
Then next week we move on to Yosemite and home.
Perhaps, you wonder where Mike is. Well, he I staying these few days with Virginia’s aunt Mrs. Larence. Monday he is off to a wild and wooly camp in South Western Colorado. It is called the Explorer’s Camp and sounds perfectly wonderful for Mike- now 6 feet tall.
He will be there 10 weeks. The first two to condition him. Then he spends two weeks each on four separate expeditions. These are archeological in the dessert, looking for bones another two weeks, mineralogical (I can spell that one) another two weeks and above the timber line the next two. The old sleeping bags have gone off on another trip. I certainly hope he will enjoy this as much as we expect him to. We thought it would be a perfect vacation, as well as condition him (both physically and to being away from home) for the Army next Fall. Uncle Sam will get him soon.
When will you be California bound again? Be sure to let us know, as we are planning to be away a lot this Summer. In fact, I have engaged passage to Alaska for my vacation. So unless we know when you anticipate coming West, we may miss you.
Mother has just come down stairs to take me to the moviesShe sends her love to you.
With love to all, from all,
July 27th, 1945
I was so glad to receive your two letters at the hospital, as well as one from Virginia. I think the news of another grandchild is fine. Two of the same age is very nice for the children- as both you and Virginia should know. Congratulations!
Mother + Tony came up to take me home. However, complications of a not too serious nature arose, so I have had to stay at the hotel. We have reservations for Los Angeles Sunday night. Am looking forward to getting home.
I seem to be coming along O.K. Am up and around and wander about with in a block or two of the hotel. Still feel a little weak- am told I can’t go back to work for another month. That will probably drive me nuts.
Peg came down for a few days when I was first in the hospital; at that time I did not feel up to seeing anyone for more than a few minutes at a time- so saw little of her.
We are all crazy about San Francisco. Wish the office was here instead of in Los Angeles. Today is foggy, but it is the first day in weeks which has seemed like a perfect May day at home- cool, breezy and sunny. It has the added advantage of being a city instead of an overgrown small town.
Mother and I are still pulling hard for the prompt ending of the Pacific war. If not- we look forward to seeing you while you are in Nevada. I am surprised at your N.Y. post office address.
Tell Virginia enjoyed the map shots(?) very much. The two stripes look swell. Also, Mimi has grown, hasn’t she.
Lots of love,
On top of everything else, I had to have a tooth pulled yesterday.
1160 Winston Ave,
San Marino 9, Calif
Aug 4, 1945
Virignia’s letter, telling us that now you are in the hospital, was just forwarded to me from San Francisco. We are very, very sorry to learn that you are laid up and trust that your illness is not serious. Will be anxious to learn the final diagnosis.
Well, young man, you certainly came clean on the letter writing to me at hospital. I was overwhelmed. Frankly, I suspect this is what put you in Sick Bay. Diagnosis: Letteritis. Although it may have laid you up, these were certainly most appreciated.
It was four weeks yesterday since I was operated on. So I suppose I am coming along quite well. I’m up and about. In fact, Mother and I go on quite long walks daily. Unfortunately, these walks tend toward a shopping direction rather than to cool parks and given. But I suppose we must eat. Will not be allowed to go back to work for at least three more weeks.
Uncle Morris(?) and Aunt Jean are here and, of course, we have seen them several tijmes. He seems very full of life as always. It has been seven years since he has been back form London, so it is a real treat to see him. Apparently, he was on anti-aircraft (you will probably condemn (??1) at once) duty two nights a week with the Home Guard as well as his usual work. He is not going back to London; instead he and Jean are leaving any day now for Mexico, where he anticipates taking over the management of Johns-Mamill(?) affairs in that country. It was too bad I had to be in a hospital all the time he has been here.
Mother, Tony and I had a pretty good time for our week in San Francisco. Usually, I would go down to Union Square and sit in the sun, while Tony fed pigeons and mother tried to live(?) up transportation home. Then we would fight for meals. It was an easy, lazy life, with no worries which was enjoyed by all. San Francisco was like a very cool June day at home- perfectly delightful. In fact, I had to buy a sweater to keep warm while there. Quite a contrast to the inferno of Southern California. However, as during all the rest of the year, I’m assured that this is most usual. I have come to the conclusion that they brag so much about their climate simply to hide the truth- it is lousy.
Was awfully glad to hear Jimmy Cleveland is OK. Have wondered about him quite a bit recently- as I rather expected to run into him in San Francisco. Don’t know why- but kept looking for him. I assume both he and (Name?) are still batchelors.
Mike still seems to be enjoying himself. Tony has missed any vacation for this year—unless we can squeeze in something the first part of September. Peg never came down again to S.F. so all I had was a few minutes conversation with her just after I was operated on.
Well, Jake, I hope you too are out of the hospital by the time this letter reaches you. I am enclosing two dollars for Virginia to buy you a book called “Anything can Happen” by George and Helen Papashvily-Harpar. Think it will ammuse you as it certainly has me.
Lots of love to all,
Type-written letter from Gina’s father (?)
September 13, 1945
Bess has just been reading Gina’s letter aloud, and being an instructor by nature as well as by profession, I cannot resist the opportunity of putting in my two cents worth. You are, of course, at perfect liberty to pay no attention at all to any advice I may give. On second thought, you had probably better just pretend I haven’t even given any since it occurs to me that I have a rather large proportion of quite wrong decisions to my own credit. All of which cannot stop me from the following:
If I were in your shoes- and don’t think I wouldn’t like to be- my first step would be to write to Harvard and find out exactly how long it would take you to get your degree. Some colleges are giving a relatively generous credit for military service. If it were less than one year, I should follow it through by all means. It might even be possible to take some courses by mail (as at Princeton) that would further reduce the amount of time required in residence at Harvard. If it should call for say one year and a half, I should very seriously consider its real worth to me in the light of what my immediate job in civilian life was planned to be. I think the first thing to do- and I know how hard a decision it is bound to be- is to decide upon a definite range of work for the future. I should be broad enough to cover my abilities and inclination; it should be specific enough to focus all my attention and determination to get into a single desired field.
If I were planning to go to work for a corporation in- say, industrial designing or civilian aeronautics- to take two examples, with the desire to grow up into its higher brackets, why then I should consider a college degree necessary. If I were planning to be a free-lance or to go into business with similarly situated friends, I might well question the value of more time spent in what can actually be of little value to yourself. For I should say that you have has a great deal of education in this late unpleasantness than any three years of college could give someone as alert and observant as yourself. The little I have seen of your writing makes me quite sure that you are far advanced the art of communication. (It might well be that you may consider teaching. You’d never get rich but you would be doing something that needs to be done!) Of course, in that happy event, you would need all the degrees you can afford to acquire, the academic world being what it is. It is only a hunch, but I feel that you may find yourself in this cloistered scholastic atmosphere; I know you are needed for you seem to have the artistic approach and a realistic experience. (Gosh, I had better stop now that I am beginning to use collegiate cant.)
Handwritten: PS: Excuse the typing. It is Gina’s machine and it seem to be in bad writing habit ha ha!) My love to Gina + the little ones, affectionately Peter.
La Playa Ranch Stationary
Sept 22, 1945
As I just wrote Peg:- “When do you plan to get out of uniform? And what are your plans when you do?”
The war is over. Where do we go from here.
I have been very, very busy with re(??). In fact, I have been working too hard. However, I can see no stop in it with until nearly Christmas time. Then I hope to rest.
I’m trying to make plans for a trip to N.Y. about Oct 22nd. We’ll leave there about Nov 1st. Would love to see you while I am East. Where do you expect to be at that time? If still in Edenton, I might plan to return that way.
Saw your roommate at a recent L.Q. Harvard Club dinner. He was a Capt. In the Army Air Forces stationed in England. Cant think of his name now- just (???). Said he saw Chet in London just before in vanoir(?).
Lots of love to you all,