Reading my Mom’s 1941 diary entries of dating my dad is like listening in on a BFF conversation. In my upcoming book, Redlined, I had to streamline my parents’ romance–so I could get to the meat of the story of my Chicago neighborhood. But Mom’s vivid recollection of her evening with “Fred Gartz” is worth lingering over.
Mom had pondered to her diary in February 1941, whether or not Fred Gartz, whom she’d met November 19, 1940, would call her. She clearly liked him from the start. Then nearly three months passed from her February 1941 musings (“My biggest concern is whether Fred Gartz will phone to ask me for a date“) to another chance meeting with Fred.
A bit of character background: Esther Schultz, mentioned here in Lil’s diary, was Dad’s “buddy,” not really a girlfriend, which explains her generous sharing of Fred at this dance. She became a life-long friend of the family. Here’s Lil’s next diary entry on the subject of “Fred Gartz.”
SUNDAY A.M. 3:15 MAY 11, 1941
He’s really the first man I’ve met that I think I’d like to marry—intelligent, crazy, fun, and we have no end of things to talk about. In fact, when he first came to me this evening, we started to talk and had so much fun together and were so engrossed, we didn’t even start to dance immediately.
He apparently goes out with quite a number of girls, and this one, viz., Esther Schultz liked me very well and kept urging Fred to dance with me so that she could watch us. I sat at their table practically all evening and we all had a beer and sandwich together.
Hell, I have the worst luck, though. The previous time I met him we seemed to have such a wonderful time too — and not a phone call from him.
So difficult as it might be, I might just as well put him out of my mind once and for all because he undoubtedly will not call me up and I’m just crazy about him! I’ll probably be a “business woman” all my life or else marry just “lukewarm-about,” who won’t go in for dancing, sports, and all the things I love. The luck of some women! Amen. And now to forget Friedrich Gartz!!
What will have happened by June 1, 1942? With whom will I go out New Year’s Eve, 1941? Only time will tell, but I’ll “betcha” no more word from Fred. Betcha $5.00 to put in the bank by Sept. 1, 1942.
Just when will Fred get a clue and ask Lil out!
Note: This is a re-working of a previous post from Family Archaeologist re-purposed for this blog.