Oct. 18. 1944 7:30 P.M. Wed. (From Frank)


Dearest Jean:

I guess by the time you get this letter you’ll have a wire from me telling you to come or not to come. As I told you yesterday I was going to the Housing Unit to rent a place. Well, when I got there, they told me they couldn’t rent any places to the Navy. They got orders last Thursday not to rent any more to us, only war workers. So I went back to the base and talked to that Red Cross man I told you about. He called up a couple officers and they said they heard the same thing. It’s some new order out. So I told him I know 4 Navy fellows that are moving out in a couple days. And asked him if I couldn’t have one of their Units. Well he didn’t know so he called the Housing Unit Office and asked, but the manager wasn’t there and wouldn’t be back till tomorrow. So as soon as I find out tomorrow I”ll wire you. But from the way it looks I won’t be able to get a place. There are about 15 fellows besides me trying to get a place. I told you in yesterday’s letter I had today off. Well I gave a pint of blood to the Red Cross in order to get off. You see I didn’t want to ask for Special Liberty this week because I want one next week when you come. About once a month they ask for 150 men on the base to give blood, then they get the rest of the day off. So Nielsen and I went, it took till 12:00 noon before we got out. It didn’t bother me at all. They wouldn’t take any from Nielsen because he isn’t too well. He has been pretty sick for about 2 weeks. Got a bad cold. Well right after that we went to the Housing Unit. Then we looked all over Berkeley for a place, but all we could find was rooms, and I know we can’t live in a place like that. So then we went back to the base and saw the Red Cross man like I told you. After that we went to Oakland and looked all over, but couldn’t find any thing. Then we went to Vic Smith’s house and talked to him and Bea. See, one of the fellows who is moving out Sat. is right next door to them, and that was the place I wanted to get, but I’m afraid I can’t. Bea sure was mad to hear I can’t get a Unit. Because there are 100’s of places empty, but I have to be a war worker. I’m just another sailor. Honey, I’m about to go crazy. I don’t know what to do. I know if you come out here the only nice place to live is in the Units, but from the looks of things I’m not going to be able to get one. I’ve tried all afternoon, and I’m going to see the Commander tomorrow. Then I’ll send you a wire. If we can’t get a place at the Housing Unit, I guess you better stay home. I’m so sorry this all happened. I feel terrible and I know you will. I sure hate to have to tell you this. I sure hope the wire I send is good news. Honey I’m writing this letter tonight Wed 18, but you’ll probably get the wire I’ll send tomorrow before this letter. The reason why I’m writing this letter is so I can explain a little more than I can in the wire. I hope you can make this letter out, honey. I can’t think straight tonight. If you know what I mean, I’ve been crazy ever since they told me I couldn’t get a Unit.

Well, honey, I guess I better mail this so you get it soon. I hope when I send that wire it’s good. I’m sure you don’t want to come out here if we can’t live in a Unit. It looks like we’re never going to get together till this war is over. I love you and miss you so much I’m going crazy. Please take good care of yourself and Butch. And God be with you both.

All my love & kisses,


Honey, I hope you can make this letter out. I just couldn’t write because I don’t know what to do. I love you. 

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