The Jamison Letters

By Kathryn Jamison Eelman

Sometime during the 1990s my father, Wallace Jamison, a retired Navy chaplain, was commissioned by the State of Illinois to interview World War II prisoners of war and record their stories. It was feared that after these men passed away their stories would be lost. This prompted me to ask him to tell his story. His reply was “Read the letters”. He was referring to the letters he and Ruth wrote to each other while he was overseas during World War II. Although they are no longer alive their story will live on. This is their love story and so much more told in their own way. Life in New York City is contrasted to the life of those in war torn North Africa and Italy. Before he died Wallace asked me to read the letters and share them with my siblings. After reading the letters I realized that they had historical significance and should be shared with the public.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728338873

Kathryn Jamison Eelman

Kathryn attended New Brunswick High School, New Brunswick, N.J., Central College, and Drake College of Business. She married her husband, Bruce, and began raising her family. She had a thirty year career in the insurance business, beginning as a claims representative handling No Fault claims with Liberty Mutual Insurance. She advanced her career with Prudential Insurance and Penn National Insurance working her way up from a claims representative handling unlimited medical no fault claims to a supervisor of a team and finally a claims specialist handling no fault arbitration cases.

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To my

husband, Bruce Eelman, my heartfelt thanks for helping decipher the handwriting on some of the letters and for his technical assistance in preparing the letters for publication. I also want to thank James Jamison for supplying Wally’s World War II photo album and his assistance with this project. My appreciation also goes to Dawn Eelman for her suggestions and to Karen Eelman, Sandra Jamison, Ruth Galloway, Mary Wrobel, Robert Jamison, Kevin Eelman and Eric Eelman for supplying pictures and giving me support. Finally, I am very grateful to Mary and Ron Wendling for without their encouragement to have the letters published for the public this book might never have been written.

This book is dedicated to Kelli Blair Eelman, my granddaughter and the great granddaughter of Ruth and Wallace Jamison.

CONTENTS

Introduction

Love and Marriage

North Africa

Paul’s Wedding

Resurrection Chapel

War’s Destruction

Travel to Egypt

Robert’s wedding

Wally Fills Vacancy

Rest Camp

Christmas Preparations

Life at Sea

Italy

Spring 1945

Victory Europe in Sight

Egypt, Jerusalem and Palestine

Orders Home

Addendum

INTRODUCTION

In 1942 a young man and a young woman, who were childhood acquaintances, met again after college and fell in love. They married in 1943 and a month later were separated by war. This is their love story and so much more told in letters they wrote to each other almost daily during World War II.

Ruth Galloway, Wallace Jamison and their siblings were children of American Presbyterian missionaries in Egypt. At a very young age they both attended Schutz an American boarding school in Alexandria, Egypt. Born in Egypt, they were U.S. citizens, and came to the States as young adults to further their education. While Ruth was attending Wooster College in Wooster, Ohio, Wallace was working on his bachelor’s degree from Westminster College in New Wilmington, Pennsylvania. After they received their respective degrees Ruth moved to New York City where she enrolled in the nursing program at Presbyterian Hospital and Wallace moved to New Jersey to continue his education at Princeton Theological Seminary. When Wallace realized his close proximity to Ruth they reconnected and began dating. The letters began at this time as they arranged dates and eventually planned their wedding. This took place during Wallace’s last year in seminary and while Ruth was teaching nursing at Columbia University. Upon graduation Wallace joined the Navy Chaplaincy, was shipped overseas, and then the letters began in earnest with each person writing daily.

The letters reflect on times spent together, the day to day experiences each had while apart and their hopes for the future. Their brothers are often mentioned in the letters as well. Robert and Ralph Galloway are in the U.S. Navy serving in the Pacific while Willard Galloway is attending college and Paul Jamison is attending medical school. Ruth goes to wedding showers and weddings of friends who hastily marry before the man is sent to war. Wallace deals with the men who receive dear John letters from their wives who do not want to wait for their husbands to return from war. Ruth describes life in New York City where she attends movies, theater, and goes to restaurants. This is contrasted by the destroyed cities and the poverty Wallace sees in Africa and Europe. Wallace is a chaplain to Protestant and Jewish sailors stationed on bases in Africa and Italy that are used by the American and British Navies as a place to repair their ships, get medical treatment, and a little rest and relaxation for the sailors before going back to sea. Wally describes the activities on these bases, life on an LCI (Landing Craft Infantry) and LST (Landing Ship Tank) at sea, the people surrounding the bases and how they were affected by the war. Ruth describes services at Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church and the servicemen’s luncheons sponsored by the church. This contrasts the services Wallace describes on the bases and in cramped quarters on ships. The story of Resurrection Chapel is included in the letters. Wallace was responsible for the building of the chapel and I quote his reason for wanting it. This is the history of a Navy chapel; and yet, it is more than a chapel, because it is the religious expression of a lot of American boys who, homesick for familiar places of worship which they attended, tried to build their ideal of home and America into this lovely church.

The letters are told by real people in their own way and give a different and personal perspective to war outside the actual battles

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Wallace Jamison

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Paul Jamison and Mary Martha Orr

Wally’s brother and girlfriend

LOVE AND MARRIAGE

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March 27, 1943

Dear Wally,

Believe it or not, I wrote a letter to you last week and then didn’t send it. Had a feeling our letters would cross in the mail again. Sure enough, I got your letter dated the same day as mine. What a coincidence! Thanks for your letters and the money order. Yes, I saw the pictures in Life Magazine of the doings in Madison Square Garden. It must have been thrilling to be there and even more to sing.

Finally, the unchangeable weather and colds have caught up with me. I’m just getting over an awful cold. Lost my voice and everything. What an inconvenience!

Went to see Roselinda. It really is delightful. Reminds me of the operettas put on in Chautauqua. It’s in English.

Robert is located around the Solomons. Has pretty good position and is on a new type of ship. Catch is he probably won’t be back to the States for a year.

Hope you feel better about your future now. I know how you feel ‘cause I’m really in the same boat. I make up my mind one week to join the service then I’m told by a man in service not to go. Questions and uncertainties loom large and menacing these days but I guess we just have to take them in our stride or they will take us.

My, it is lovely out today—warm as toast and makes me want to blossom out in prints and white shoes.

The seniors are having a Red Cross Bazaar tonight. I plan to go and see what’s doing and maybe help out the cause.

Ina starts on her vacation tonight. Hope to take her down to the train. Wouldn’t mind going to Iowa with her.

The students are having exams again. Have just corrected a huge pile of papers! Later: Just got back from the bazaar. The students cleared $137.50 for the Red Cross. Wasn’t that pretty good for four hours of activity? There was everything from peanuts and bingo to movies and dancing. I’m tired now though. The thought of 6:00 AM makes me even more weary so I guess I’ll fall to bed—couldn’t add anything worthwhile or interesting if I tried anyhow.

As ever,

Ruth

Thursday, April 8, 1943

Dear Wally,

While waiting for my applicants I thought I’d write. It was nice to hear from you. I don’t envy you with all your speeches, papers etc. for the Navy. It must be tough going to have all that piled on everything else but I’m sure you will make out all right.

As for me and the navy, I’ve decided to wait until next spring before signing up. It has been a tough year here but I guess the second will be better. Hope so. I’ll be going to Bryn Mawr for the summer. We have a summer school system which several nursing schools use. The students get their theory during the summer and start on the wards as soon as they arrive in the fall. The courses are held on the Bryn Mawr Campus under a genial informality. I’ll be in charge of the infirmary and possibly some of the teaching. Anyhow, it sounds good to me and may brush out the cobwebs from my so far static condition and position. I’ll be near Philly and hope to see Mary C. Thompson and the rest of our friends there. What with the thought and plans for the summer and spring coming along, I’m taking on new interest and life.

By the way, there is to be a dance on the night of May 1. If you would be interested in coming drop me a line and let me know. At present I don’t know whether it will be formal or informal.

If you want to read a funny book, just get a hold of My World—And Welcome to it by James Thurber. Honestly some of the stuff would slay you. A lot of it is really excerpts from articles written for the New Yorker.

My lunch period is practically up so I’ll have to hustle back to work. Wish you luck on your Navy papers, themes etc.

As ever,

Ruth

April, 22 1943

Dear Wally,

Just a note to say that there are no tickets available for the opera Aida for Saturday night. Guess the best bet would be to try and go to something the week end of the 30th.

Glad you are sure you are going into the Chaplaincy. It will be a good experience. May join the Navy myself. Who knows.

Am anxious to hear about your trip to Philly and learn the news you may have gained about mutual friends.

Must run to class now. Have to conduct a Red Cross First Aid exam. Hope you get this in time to make your plans for the weekend.

As ever,

Ruth

April 26, 1943

Dear Wally,

Here is the start of another busy week and in a way a year.

Talk about relieving me of all her expressions of gratitude wish you could do that little thing right now. I have in my possession a huge chocolate cake with gooey icing and numerous pieces of Danish pastry. No doubt about it she (Marie) is a good cook.

Did you have a nice Easter? I hope so. I did. Friday night Stewart Robinson read Through Gates of Brass by Don Fletcher. We had a nice little gathering in the reading room of the church. It really is a beautiful piece of work isn’t it? I mean the poem.

Perhaps you heard Bach’s Mass in D Minor over the radio Friday. It was beautiful. Heard Parsifal yesterday afternoon. It would be a sad world without music!

Easter was really lovely. Ina and two others went with me to Radio City Music Hall for the sunrise service sponsored by the Greater New York Federation of Churches. It was really beautiful and a lovely way to start the day off. The Ukrainian Church Choir sang the special music. The stage was set up as the chancel of a great cathedral. The effect was tremendous. The Rev. Dr. Harold A. Cockburn, Officiating Chaplain of the Royal Air Force, was the guest speaker. His message was short and simple—not too much meat if you know what I mean.

Went to the 5th Ave. Presbyterian Church for an 8:30 am Communion service and following that breakfast served by the young people. Dr. Bonnell gave a very good sermon. The church was jammed packed. Lots of people had to leave—got too tired standing. My wouldn’t it be nice if it were that way every week? Anyway, I handed out cards to the service men. The ushers were so busy that we girls had to hand them out—telling them that they were invited to dinner at the Barbizon as guests of the Young People, getting their names and addresses etc. We had 63 to dinner. I met more Mid-westerners and people from California. They (service men) seemed to appreciate our little services. We do it every Sunday. Some fellows come regularly now.

Fifth Avenue was a riot of color and people yesterday. All the police force was out to take care of the mob. Rockefeller Plaza was beautifully decorated with flowers. Everyone seemed happy and spring seemed really here. (Guess what word I’m killing now?)

About Saturday, the dance begins at 9:00 pm and lasts until 1 am. I’ll be working all Saturday as it’s my weekend on.

The clock says I’ll have to be on duty in ten minutes so I’ll have to close.

As ever’

Ruth

P.S. I enjoyed your letter

Monday May 10, 1943

Dear Wally,

I don’t know just how to begin. My mind has been in a whirl. You see, Saturday night you gave me the first inkling of how seriously you feel about our relationship so it was quite a surprise. I’ve always considered you a good friend and always will. That’s really as far as I had considered our friendship. Now with the possibility of marriage, I’m unstable in all my reactions and greatly mixed up in my feelings. You are very right about my emotional power as you put it. It is very intense when aroused or released. The trouble though is this; it is like a fire that must be fanned cautiously and slowly as a sudden gust of wind might blow it out. So you see a decision may take weeks or months to be formed.

We both have been hurt in love before. I think, if I may be frank, that is one reason why you are a bit objective or seemingly business like in your approach. It’s the normal reaction for one who has been hurt and I don’t blame you in the least. (Please don’t think I’m trying to analyze anything because I’m not). But Wally, don’t you see I have to see another side of you I don’t know, before I can fully make a decision. It won’t do to suppose or take anything for granted. It’s better to be hurt possibly again for a short while than for life. You know that as well as I do.

Wally, I hope you understand. I will not wear your pin until I’ve made my decision as you have asked. Please come up soon and help me to decide.

Love,

Ruth

May 27, 1943

Dear Wally,

It’s a beautiful morning and I feel wonderful despite having gone to bed after 2:00 am (Will probably feel the after effects this pm).

As usual I’m writing this while waiting for my applicants to arrive. Have three today. Hope they’re all smart and the proper sort.

At long last the tennis courts are being fixed and I’m itching to play. Marie gave me ten pairs of ankle socks. Honestly, she is the strangest person. She buys everything in wholesale quantities and then decides she doesn’t want them all. She bought some odd forty pairs of socks and is determined that I should have ten.

Strangest part is that she has always bought in this manner and has had the millions of socks for almost two years. She bought three spring coats and after much persuasion she took one back. The same with her watch. She bought a lovely Gruen watch and now is deciding to get an even more expense watch to wear in case anything happens to the one she has. Wasn’t going to get on this subject but the thought of tennis brought up the socks and consequently Marie. Honestly, if I don’t get away from N.Y. and Marie soon I’ll go crazy. (Here I am back on the subject again.) Marie has been crying for almost three days straight. She won’t tell me the matter and is in the worst depression I’ve ever seen her in. She will not let me take her to a doctor. Can’t do anything with her. Enough of that!

My kiddies are here so pardon me. Later: They are in the process of being tested. I think you would like them. They are cute bundles of energy and enthusiasm—two blond and one brunette. They are not soured on life the way so many seem to be. Listen to me!

Later: Didn’t have a minute the rest of the day. Had to go down town for a shower present, study for a Red Cross exam which I didn’t do—no time (had class until 10pm) and then went to a shower party until 1:00am. Some fun. Need tooth picks this morning for my eyelids.

Just this minute got your letter with the names of your relatives. I’ve met your aunt, Dr. Jamison—at New Wilmington I think. I remember she impressed me greatly.

We have 42 nurses off with G-I upsets. This is my weekend on so I can tell you I’ll have fun. We think probably it was the eggs we had a day or so ago but who knows. It can be most anything—intestinal flu or dysentery.

Got a letter from home in the mail today. Mother hasn’t been too well. All Dad says is liver trouble. Of course, I can think of all the worst things possible. Anyhow, they are spending two months vacation in Syria this summer and hope the higher atmosphere and change of climate will be beneficial.

Had to wait 20 minutes for the man (guard) to let me in last night. The night was beautiful and I wished you had been with me.

Willard and Ralph were both a bit surprised at our engagement but both think it is pretty swell and send their blessings. I’m anxious to know Paul’s decision or reaction.

Lots of Love,

Ruth

Marie listed in Ruth’s letters seems to have bipolar depression. That was not a disease recognized in the 1940s. Ruth as the house mother and an instructor at Presbyterian Hospital made herself available to all the nursing students who wished to talk about their problems and desires. Marie would bring food and gifts to people in an attempt to gain friends but ultimately due to her outbursts and mood fluctuations push them away.

May 28, 1943

Dearest Wally,

Here it is the evening of fish day. I wrote to you this morning remember? Anyway, I thought I’d write again to let you know what a dope you’re going to marry.

Had to go to Columbia this pm to get some collars for the students graduating from Columbia on Tuesday. I knew I would be tired this pm but this was the only day I could do the deed. Anyway in my haste to get down town I boarded an 8th Ave. subway instead of a 7th. When I got off at 116th Street I was right in the center of Harlem. Like a dope instead of going back and starting all over I decided to walk to the 7th Ave. Found myself the only white person on the street and I might well have been in the wilds of Africa. After much asking around I got to the Lenox Ave. subway (express). Had to change to a local, go up to Grand Concourse, turn around and come back to 96th St. and then change to B’way 4th Ave. To make a long story short, I rode up-town three times and downtown four times before I got the desired station and each time on a different train. You can figure it out. It took me two hours to get to Columbia when the usual time by the proper routes is 20 minutes. Live and learn! I saw new faces, new places and new subway stations! Good thing I had nothing too pressing to do. Oh yes, I rode all that distance for a nickel!

Just finished washing my hair and look like some Indian Rajah all done up in a ten gallon turban—just need a hubble bubble and I’d look perfect!

New Jersey just had a black out. It’s funny but we can always hear N.J.’s sirens better than our own and visa versa so it was a bit disturbing for awhile.

Wouldn’t it be nice if you could train in Cambridge or Boston instead of Virginia? Good night, Hon. Wish Lakewood weren’t so far away.

Love, Ruth

May 31, 1943

Dearest Wally,

You are a dear! I just feel like having you near me. What are you doing? I’m writing this while I have a few minutes before lunch. I’m on duty all day and in charge of the infirmary tonight. Had just three students in the infirmary over the weekend so wasn’t so busy there as I had anticipated. Got a lot of my office work cleared up.

Ina is moving out to an apartment and if I weren’t going to Bryn Mawr I’d ask to live out too. Anyway I helped her move some things over Sat. night after eleven pm (was on duty until then). It was so nice to be in a kitchen again cooking and doing dishes (believe it or not). Helped scrub the bathroom floor and I cleaned the kitchen and had a real rest from hospital chores.

Just finished eating strawberry pie with fresh strawberries! My was it good! Marie brought it. Am going to attempt to eat a lunch on top of that too. My what an appetite!

Where are you going after Ingram, Pa? I have your schedule up to June 3rd and after that—nothing. So if you want to hear from me—you know what to do.

Got a soft spot on my heart. It has been developing and is getting to be quite serious. You see, your pin is doing a good melting job or rather what the pin stands for is. I’m in a crazy mood and rarin’ to go.

Tomorrow is Columbia commencement and I’m going to wear my cap, gown and hood (rented). Never have worn my Wooster hood before and though I could wear my Columbia hood (B.S.) I much prefer my B.A. one. Will take some pictures to send. Ina will be wearing her M.N. (nursing) so has all sorts of funny tails attached.

I see my time is up and I’ll have to go to lunch and then duty.

Am going to start getting records for our collection, Hon so you better send in your desires while my pay check is still intact.

It’s a wonderful day for a picnic and I know a good spot I’d like to take you. Just pretend you’re on a picnic with me.

Love,

Ruth

June 8, 1943

Dearest Wally,

It seems ages since I saw you last. It’s just like waking up from a beautiful dream and finding yourself in the same surroundings as before you dreamed.

Had to laugh at the train partner you picked for me. So you don’t trust sailors! Anyway, I had a fairly fine trip up—slept most of the time. Was awakened several times, once because my hat bounced right off.

Later: Here it is midnight! We had an air raid. You probably did too. Anyway I was called to the catastrophe unit so waited two hours in my emergency garb—helmet, goggles, gas mask, jacket etc. Stopped in the dining room and had something to eat. You see the dining room is open from 10:30 to 12 midnight for the night nurses and relief workers. Incidentally, the place was packed.

My First Aid class let out at 8:30 instead of the usual ten pm., this because of the pending air raid. Consequently, I didn’t get much done in the constructive line mostly waiting with the emergency unit.

Have been very busy getting ready for Bryn Mawr—records, equipment etc. Haven’t started to pack yet or straighten up my personal matters. Will have to leave Sabbath on the 3:00pm train. I work until 1pm Sabbath. Hope to pack books and equipment and ship to Bryn Mawr tomorrow. I can see I’ll have a big day.

Bought Beethoven’s Fifth today! Rather yesterday—I’m so sleepy I can hardly write. Was going to wash my hair too but I’ve given that up.

Next morning: Shows what state of mind I was in. Feel much better this morning despite being a bit weary. Have just had my breakfast and hope to go on duty in a couple of minutes.

My call night was changed to tonight so I’ll be on until midnight. What a life. Can’t say I’m bored though.

Have to go to City Hall tomorrow in a demonstration or rather go for the demonstration of the Thomas Splint. A doctor, 2 nurses aides, 2 stretcher bearers and myself are going. Will let you know about it when it is over. Every hospital is sending a unit. The Little Flower must be wanting to impress someone.

Much Love,

Ruth

June 10, 1943

Dearest Wally,

The radio is playing just music a program put on by WQXR. It’s classical and semi classical music with no announcement of titles and as the title suggests it’s just music. I’ve just gotten back from my First Aid class and am propped up in bed writing. The music is beautiful and all I lack is you, dear. I have so much to tell you and questions to ask you and I want you near me. The radio is playing one of Straus’ waltzes.

June 11 1943

Marie disturbed me so that I couldn’t finish last night and has pestered me all afternoon with threats of suicide. The Red Cross won’t accept her for 6 months and she feels keenly my leaving. She is jealous of you too.

Wally, I love you so. The moon was shining so beautifully tonight. It reminded me of Princeton and my beautiful evenings with you. I need you so.

Right now I’m in the throes of packing. Someone is to occupy my room this summer. I will have some cupboard space to store some of my things which is something. I was so sure I wouldn’t have to pack my room.

Went to the Town Hall rally yesterday morning with Dr. Harrison and two nurses aides in the ambulance. We heard the mayor speak and a great many other people. We were there three hours and didn’t have to perform after all. Seemed like a waste of time when we had so much to do at the hospital. The whole set up seemed like a fair. All kinds of medical equipment were on display and all hospitals sent a unit in an ambulance. The whole program was broadcasted. We had a band and special music by Brooklyn preliminary student nurses. We got back to the hospital around three so missed a lunch. We ate at the soda fountain in the hospital. At the last minute we had to supply our own victim and a medical student came down with us to serve in that capacity. A big hunk of our day was cut out by all the riding around and attending the performance. We made up for it afterwards. Didn’t even have our pictures taken or were offered a steak dinner.

First Aid class was interesting. We all had to teach the class and then everyone passed criticisms to the teacher of the moment. It’s a good way to learn.

It’s about two minutes to 1 a.m. Guess I’ll get caught up on everything when I get settled in Bryn Mawr. My address, by the way, will be Pembroke Hall, Bryn Mawr, Pa.

Willard will go to Navy training school in Normal, IL. at the Normal Training School there starting the 1st of July.

Hope you hear from the Navy soon. I know how you must feel with time on your hands.

Wish you were here so you could hold me in your arms. You are such a dear.

Much love,

Ruth

June 14, 1943

Dearest Wally,

We are just in the process of moving beds to the Deanery for our Nursing Arts Course. Have been collecting equipment all morning for that and for my infirmary set up. The men have just left with the second truck load and I’m writing this while waiting for them to come back.

Didn’t have to get up until 7:30 and breakfast was at 8:30. What luxury! That’s just for today, though. We are all doing exploring when we can. Everything is so new and strange yet it’s fun and I’m enjoying it no end. Can’t wait to set up my infirmary. Truly this will be a wonderful experience!

Other groups are on campus now. A conference on post war rehabilitation is in progress and I hope to be able to attend some of the evening sessions. The Quakers have their big conference next. Haven’t been to town yet so don’t know the possible activities in store there. We are planning to attend in part the concerts at Robin Dell. I understand they are wonderful.

We’ve been eating in the College Inn but tomorrow we start eating in Pembroke dining room. It reminds me a great deal of the dining room of the Princeton Graduate School—highback chairs and a gothic atmosphere.

Had a wonderful sleep last night. It was just right—neither too warm nor cold.

There are lots of honeysuckle hedges and pine trees so that the air has a wonderful scent and quite takes you away from the tar scented city.

The faculty members—those that are here –seem all so congenial and nice.

It’s a good thing I am going to New York tomorrow. There are some things I neglected to bring. Will probably have to buy a trunk when I go to leave here in the fall.

I hear the truck so will finish this later.

11:00 pm

Thought I had better finish this before hopping to bed. Everything was moved by 3:00pm. We still have some little problems of placement of equipment but we trust it won’t take long.

Three of us worked on the room assignment for the incoming class. It involved much tramping around—the hall is terrifically long and labyrinthine—and our tour lasted approximately three hours. Had to mix the students up so that no two from the same school of nursing were together, no two from the same college, no two from the same town. At least everything has been arranged. But what wearisome souls we became.

Dinner took almost an hour. Waited forever before being served. Directly following that we had another faculty meeting which lasted from 8:00 pm until after 10:00pm. What fun!

Am going to New York tomorrow for my First Aid class. Almost need a commuter so. pass.

Wish you were here to kiss me good night.

Love,

Ruth

June 15, 1943

Dearest Wally,

Here I sit in the 30th street station in Philly awaiting the Paoli local to take me to Bryn Mawr. Had to go to N.Y. last night for my next to last First Aid class. Some fun? I feel as though I were playing hooky somehow ‘cause I left Bryn Mawr yesterday at 3:00 pm and now it’s almost 10:00 am. Left N.Y. at 7:00 but the train was so late I missed my connections here.

How have you been? Haven’t heard a word from you for nearly a week. Guess you must be busy.

School starts in earnest today. There are lots of things to be done yet but they’ll work themselves out by the end of the week.

We have a colored maid by the name of Venus and is she a character.

Had to stop here.

Thursday On route to Bryn Mawr.

Dearest Wally,

Was awfully nice hearing from you after not having word for almost a week.

Got two letters yesterday and one today. And I take it you are either on your way to Williamsburg or are already there. My writing may appear quite shaky as I’m writing this on the train coming back from my last class in First aid in N.Y. What an expensive proposition that has turned out to be. I guess it is worth it though. Have learned a great deal.

So you are in uniform. Wish I could see you. Did they tell you what kind to get?

My schedule as yet has not been arranged. I suppose it would be impossible to go down to see you anyway. After my trips back and forth to N.Y. I feel very extravagant.

Last night we had the official opening of the Bryn Mawr Summer School for nurses. The speeches were very good and the whole thing quite impressive. We all had dinner (faculty and students) before we went over to Goodhardt for the program.

The moon was full and beautiful. You should have seen the campus—nothing like it. It even beats Princeton in spots.

Janet Yeager had to put the station wagon away so I went with her. 11:30 pm coming back across campus we both took off our shoes and stockings and walked barefooted across the grass (very much like Princeton’s golf course). The dew was on and the grass had been cut the day before. It was really the most wonderful feeling. You have no idea! If the students could have seen us then!

We had a black out too right after the program. Of course I was made a runner. Both Janet and I were kept quite busy.

My train (If I make the local) won’t get into Bryn Mawr until 1:08 am. The lantern man is meeting me. You see during the year they have a lantern man who meets every train all night long and escorts the students back to the campus. Didn’t think I needed one but Janet insisted.

I start teaching bandaging again tomorrow. Will seem a bit funny but I’ll be glad to begin.

Guess I’ll sleep.

June 18, 1943

Dearest Wally,

Just got your letter on route to Williamsburg. How I wish I could have talked with you! You will have to let me see you in uniform real soon or send me a picture.

Enclosed you will find some cards upon which I have scribbled but I was thinking of you, dear. (Read the cards first) Now let me tell you what happened last night. I made the Poali local and got a good seat. Was glad to get into the train as it was raining and I hadn’t brought a coat (very hot in Philly but cool in N.Y.) Anyway, someone threw a paper ball in my direction and in the next voice yelled Bryn Mawr. By 1:10 am I felt in such a lethargic state that I dashed off the train and found myself in Wynnwood to my great surprise. Of course, that had been the last train until 3:30 and having called Taxi stations in three suburban stations in vain I decided to hitchhike–-couldn’t stay in the station all night! By that time it was 1:30am. Well, a soldier stopped by a few minutes later and picked me up in his coupe. Of course he couldn’t take me to Bryn Mawr but was very kind in taking me to Ardmore (small Metropolis) where I boarded a bus to Bryn Mawr. My first experience at hitch hiking! Amazing but true, I wasn’t afraid a bit and looked at everything with an objective view point. Walked the several blocks from the bus stop to the campus, came up stairs in stocking feet (they make the most racket-the stairs) and hopped, as soon as I could into bed-time 2:45 am.

Got up at seven and now have finished my first bandaging class. Guess I’ll crawl out of uniform now –we don’t wear our uniforms except when teaching or are on duty in official capacity.

Needless to say, I am a bit sleepy what with only a few winks last night. Such is life! Don’t know what I’d do if I were a day bird. I am going to reform. Now that I’m here more or less permanently, I’ll settle down and behave.

Have to bustle around and get some needed infirmary supplies and check all the students’ health records.

Be good my Lt (jg). I love you dearly.

As ever

Ruth

June 22, 1943

Dearest Wally,

I’m so happy. Got two letters from you and one from Paul this morning and now I’m all set for the day.

My infirmary hours are over. Nothing too serious has come up as yet. Anyhow, I still feel funny diagnosing as it were and handing out medicine. You see nurses aren’t supposed to do that even though we are perfectly capable and having been taught all the rules and regulations, I feel funny. It’s a good experience indeed!

I was awakened rudely by sirens this morning 4:30 am (Won’t figure out Navy time). As I am one of the runners, wardens or what have you I had to wake up the girls, get them out into the hall, turn off lights and close doors. It was a success but the weary feeling afterwards! Went right back to sleep and almost didn’t get to breakfast.

On the subject of meals we are doing right well ourselves. Miss Ferguson manages admirably on the point system. We are all amazed. Have milk hour 10:45 am to 11:15 am every morning besides. Next time we meet I’ll be as big as a side of a barn. It’s almost time to strike out for Philly so I’ll have to end this.

Lot’s of love Wally, dear. Maybe I’ll drop down to Williamsburg some weekend.

Affectionately,

Ruth

June 23, 1943

Dearest Ruth,

This has been another weary day. It is pretty hot down here, especially when we have to wear these heavy regulation outfits. This afternoon we had a terrible siege of blanks to fill out. I wrote till my fingers almost fell off. They have blanks for everything in the Navy, it seems.

We had a rather interesting lecture on pay accounts—how much money we are going to get.

Incidentally, any time you want to earn $1152.00 over and above what the two of us make individually just let me know. That’s what would be added to my salary if I had a dependent—whether the dependent is self supporting or not!

I have been sort of side tracked for a few days in describing the day’s routine. If I remember correctly I ended up last time with the morning chapel service. After that we muster in four lines in front of the chapel and march to mess. The food is excellent: fruit, cereal, coffee, muffins or toast, eggs, bacon and coffee. Fortified by this we go back to the dorm to fix up the room and then start for muster on the square where we line up by classes.

At this point we were interrupted by a blackout which started at 8:30 and lasted the rest of the night. It was most inconvenient as we couldn’t get any work done. But I’ll try to finish this before breakfast even tho I have to cut chapel to do it.

Here is another matter which must engage our attention. I graduate on the 5th of Sept. and leave here the 6th. I have only 9 days leave including travel time. At least that is what all other chaplains get. When does your vacation start? If it is later than that, could you have it moved up a week if you requested it now? Naturally, I want to have as much time with you as possible. I still hope we can go out West to Iowa together. But we should plan this as far ahead as possible and at the same time concede that the Navy may spoil the plans at a moment’s notice.

I must run now. Have a good day, my darling.

Lots of Love,

Wally

June 27, 1943

Dearest Wally,

We are just getting a little break in the weather now. I hope you are too. What terrifically hot days we have had.

Despite the weather, we all went out for a picnic last evening. Walked out and back almost five miles. The countryside has been beautiful despite lack of rain. As we hiked, we sang and had such fun. I’m getting to know most of the students’ names and about them. What an interesting group. They are all so different yet with one purpose in mind. I’ll be anxious to know how they all turn out. Have become quite attached to my patient student, the one with poison ivy. She has a good head on her and is most interesting too. She is from Arizona. Going back to the picnic we ended up by an old barn used as a hostel in the summer. It was cool and the grass around the place soft and inviting. The station wagon arrived shortly after we did with all the food—baked beans, salad, sandwiches, iced tea and watermelon. The thing that amused all of us was the freshness of the chickens belonging to the farm. They all mobbed us and when we weren’t looking snatched bread off of our plates. One stole a cigarette and tore off down the hill. We just howled! Some of us had cameras and took pictures. I’ll let you see them when they are developed. Had a regular song fest after the picnic and sang all the songs we knew or half knew. A thunder shower broke up our party on the grass. We just moved into the spacious old barn and continued where we left off. The walk back was cool and pleasant.

Today was another warm day. Just got through with my infirmary around 10:30 and had quite enough time to get to church. There is something restful and beautiful about a church isn’t there? The sermon text was in Revelations and about the twelve gates of heaven and their significance. The choir was good too.

This evening just before supper a dog—a beautiful brown and white setter came into Pembroke behind a girl visiting one of the faculty. In the course of events he followed me to my room. I gave him some crumbs of Marie’s cookie and he was delighted. Had more fun with him. But when the dinner bell rang out he ran as fast as he could in the direction of the dining room. The maids were so taken aback and just stood there and laughed as though they would burst.

The girls were in charge of chapel services tonight and did very well. The college organist played the organ for the service. A choir of almost 30 girls sang. They did beautifully. After the service we had an organ recital for ¾ of an hour. It was lovely.

Have had quite a few interruptions so now it’s quite late and to bed I must go. Have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Been thinking of you quite a bit. Played Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor tonight. It is beautiful.

Much love to you, dear. Goodnight.

Ruth

June 28, 1943

Dearest Wally,

At long last we have started on the practical work. The students started making beds for the first time in nursing laboratory. The Nursing Arts Instructor is from Mass. General Hospital so is teaching their methods. It seems funny especially since they have six students and I have 45. Our procedures are somewhat different which means a lot of reteaching for me. I’m learning quite a lot myself.

Sister Monica from the Catholic Cathedral School of Nursing lectured on Nursing History and the part played by religious groups. It was most interesting. Eli Culbertson was lecturing last night so we sneaked in to hear him after Sister Monica’s lecture. His plan for world peace is most interesting. We didn’t get to hear much of his formal address but gleaned much from the discussion group afterwards. He has a wonderful sense of humor.

Got a letter from home dated June 8th. As yet Mother and Dad don’t know about us. Dad seems quite worried about Mother. It seems that she hasn’t been very well all year and they plan to come back to U.S. if she isn’t improved by the end of the summer.

Got two more boxes of cookies from Marie and here I haven’t finished eating the first. I don’t know what she thinks I am!

This I know is rather a dull letter. I woke up real early and thought I’d write and consequently am half asleep.

Wish you were near me, dear to kiss me and hold me tight.

Love as ever,

Ruth

July 7, 1943

Dearest Ruth,

The assignments came out, and I drew Bainbridge, Md. which is 40 mi. north of Baltimore, as close as I can figure it. As soon as I get there I’ll find out about bringing you down for the week-end of July 17. Could you come? By the way, keep writing here till I give you another address. All my mail will be forwarded.

So you got ticks, did you? We have lots of them here. After every hike for P.D. we have to go over each other to de-tick. Wish I could take you on in tennis. I’ve only played once since I’ve been here and even then my opponent didn’t know how to play.

Today we had preaching classes. There were 14 in each group and each one was allowed 10 min. We were only allowed 1 ½ days to prepare the sermons so I was surprised when the boys came through with some amazingly good sermons. We have a swell bunch here; wish I could introduce you to them. After I get back to Williamsburg I want to bring you down here. You’ll love the place, I’m sure.

We had interesting P.D. this afternoon. We had abandon ship exercises. We were issued life jackets and practiced going into clean water, oil covered water with debris, and burning oil and gasoline covered water. As a matter of fact there wasn’t any oil or debris on the water but we were told what to do if it were there and we practiced what we would do in case we ever came up against real burning oil, etc. Tonight we see a movie on first aid. Don’t know what it’s going to be all about.

We have orders to ship out of here on Friday afternoon for our stations. I’m looking forward to it because it is bringing me hundreds of miles nearer you!

Much love,

Wally

July 15, 1943

Dearest Wally,

Got another record today. It was Gluck’s Ballet from Orpheus. It sounds much the same as that from Orpheus and Eurydice that it must be the same.

Anyhow I can’t wait until you come up again. I can get the key to the music room and we can play our records.

Enclosed is a clipping showing LSTs. That’s the type of craft Robert is on.

Sleep is slowly dragging me and soon writing will be impossible.

Good night, Dear. I can’t wait for Saturday.

Love,

Ruth

July 19, 1943

My Sweetheart,

I got two letters from you today; my heart takes a triple high jump everytime I see your handwriting on an envelope. I’m sorry you had so many mosquito bites; I shouldn’t have kept you in the Deanery garden so long, but I got selfish when I’m loving you. However, I was badly bitten up too, if that’s any consolation to you. I’ll be looking for you Saturday morning—if it doesn’t rain everything will be perfect, full moon, and we will have no mosquitoes here.

I’m glad Marie is going in the Navy. It will probably do her a lot of good (if she is surveyed out because of incompatibility), but more important it will take her off your hands.

Today was some more of the regular routine of lectures. We were shown how the new recruits were classified for specialized fields in the Navy. It is amazing how accurately and thoroughly they do the job. We also saw a movie to acquaint the new recruits with the various fields open to the navy man for specialization.

In the afternoon we took a trip through the service schools. They have the best service schools in the country right here. There are eight schools; quartermaster, cooks and bakers, radio, fire control, gunnery, signalman, and a couple more. The equipment is superb. Apprentice seamen go to school here to become petty officers in a specialty.

Good night darling—it’s hot and sticky tonight, but I still would give a lot to hold you in my arms.

Love,

Wally

August 4, 1943

Dearest Wally,

So sorry you haven’t been feeling so well. I was sure the 2nd shot would be more severe. Hope you are all right now. Was thinking of you real hard, Honey.

Although I just worked until 8pm tonight, yet I didn’t get all the things done I wanted to do. A gathering of the class took place in my room again tonight. Couldn’t just chase them out and couldn’t ignore them completely but my letters have remained unanswered. We all had Pepsi Cola and cookies Marie sent. It wasn’t a planned affair. Guess the girls were just thirsty and hungry

Had a hard day today or rather a fairly hard one—five hours of classes and over three in the infirmary. I should kick tho would probably be working harder if I were in N.Y.!

Got a letter from Ralph today. He is in the S.W. Pacific somewhere so has done a good deal of traveling.

A cicada flew into my window tonight and what a racket! Guess the rain outside drove him in. Never have seen a live one before but guess that must be what it is by the sound. It is still sitting on my floor. Couldn’t imagine what it was for awhile.

That was a shame about the ring. You see I’d like so much for you to give it to me in person. You will won’t you?

The students got their probie uniforms today. They are tickled pink! Their collars haven’t arrived yet so they were all up to try mine so as to get a more complete picture of themselves. When they got before the dresser, though they seemed more interested in your pictures!

Much love,

Ruth

August 10, 1943

Wally, dear,

Got a letter from Robert today. He had just received a letter I wrote in January! It had been addressed to his old ship. He is well and having lots of fun with a little dog they have on ship as their mascot.

It’s hot and sticky today. Makes one hot just to twiddle ones thumbs. Guess we have to have the hot with the cold.

Glad you have the ring. When do I expect to see you in September?

How are you enjoying your work? Wish you were here right now!

Much Love,

Ruth

August 12, 1943

Dearest Sweetheart,

Another bright sun shining day. It will be hot later on but this morning it is just right. I was so glad to get two letters from you yesterday. I hadn’t heard from you for four days so was mighty pleased to see your handwriting again.

Your reunion weekend must have been a lot of fun. Reunions always are. I’m writing this in the Protestant chapel with my feet propped up on another chair. We had a busy day yesterday but not as many interviews as the day before. I enjoy interviewing the boys. Every one is different and interesting. The stories of life back home sometimes are stranger than fiction.

We go through the hospital wards once a day at 11:00 a.m. There are four wards in the hospital, three for men and one for women reserves. Charley and I go through each one stopping for just a word or two with each patient. As a matter of fact we don’t do anything, but the patients seem to appreciate having us come.

Then in the afternoon I made a special trip to the hospital to talk to a fellow who was to be operated on in an hour—appendectomy. It was a very simple case without any complications so there was little danger of death, but the base has a policy of sending a chaplain to every man who is going to be operated on, no matter how slight the operation. Even having a finger lanced is enough to bring a chaplain.

When the doctors plan to operate on a patient, a note is sent to our office telling, the name of the patient, his ward, type of operation and the time. I think it is a grand idea, because when a patient sees the chaplain he doesn’t feel that the chaplain has come to administer last rites. And still the boys are deeply grateful that