Alice in her squirrel coat, Love Field, Dallas |
Once Alice decided
when she could join Jack in Dallas, she moved into high gear. In the first two
weeks of February 1943 she gave notice at the cleaners, arranged to rent out
the house to two acquaintances, packed her household belongings into storage,
and bought her train ticket. Still, uncertainty about the trip and where she
would stay in Dallas unsettled her.[1]
1 February, Monday
My
dearest Jack:
Well
honey first of all I found out how much on the train. $38.12 without a birth other
wise it is 60 some dollars so thats out.
2 February, Tuesday
Dearest
Jack:
Honey
you must find out more from Mrs. Rogers. Tell her I will be there
approx.on the 16th can she be sure of having a place for me &
how much & how far from the field & in what part of town. If you
can arrange with her to have a place even a couple of days before I get there
to be sure—Will I have to eat all my meals out?
4 February, Thursday
Honey
I have definitely decided to leave San Francisco Sun. Feb. 14 which is Valintines day &
that is your V—present. I will leave S.F. at 8.15 AM. and arrive in Dallas at
approx 3:20 P.M. Tuesday, that is if I don’t have trouble making connection in
L.A.
7 February, Sunday, a week
before departure
Honey
I am getting so excited that I hardley make sense any more. I can’t sleep &
don’t feel like eating I guess it must
be love sickness.
Honey
I just wish I knew that you would be at the train depot to meet me when I get
there as I will be so scared.
Once Alice got on the
train in San Francisco, her problems started. Fifty years later she described
her nerve-wracking journey, the trip still vivid in her mind.[2]
“The ‘Daylight,’ Los Angeles to San Francisco, along the California Coast”[3] |
14 February 1943: I’d never been on a train in my life before I got on that train in San Francisco. I got on a train and sat down in one place, and then I realized they had assigned seats, so I had to move to another place. When the conductor came around I couldn’t find my ticket. I thought maybe I’d better get up and go over to the other place where I had sat down, and then I saw it. [Laughing] I had sat on it! Ah, I was a nervous wreck! I sat on the other side of this man that was on the aisle, and was I lucky to sit with him, I tell you! He knew what to do when we arrived in Los Angeles. I mean, he told me what to do. I knew we were going to be late in, too late to catch my train in Los Angeles. Or otherwise it was awfully close. And so he said, “If you miss,” and then he told me where to go where women and children stay.
In Los Angeles I got off of that train, and there the other
train was, right there! There was a red cap [porter] there, but they weren’t
helping me, and I was running with my luggage to get on the train, and I just got on it, and then it went. And
then I’m standing in the aisle with my suitcase because I couldn’t find a place
to sit down. I probably should have walked through several cars, but there
wasn’t any seats available in that car. So, what happened? Somebody, I guess,
wanted to go sit with somebody else in another car. Ahhh! [sigh of great
relief] I got to sit down.
Got to Texas, and we missed that connection at San Antonio. Fortunately by that time I was with
a serviceman and his wife and another girl that was going to be with her
husband. So here we were, the four of us, and I don’t know whose idea it was (it
wasn’t mine), someone said, “Let’s go to Juarez!” So we did! We had a room for
the night for the four of us, the husband and wife in one bed and the other
girl and I in the other bed. I’ll tell you, that
was an experience. Juarez was not too good a place.
Alice wrote to Jack from Juarez. |
Alice survived the
train trip and met up with Jack, who had found a place for her to live.
The Taylor house, 9303 Lemmon Ave., Dallas |
In Dallas I stayed with Mrs. Taylor.[4]
She was a widow, and she had about five rooms for service girls, you know,
service men and their wives. I started working for the Post Tailor Shop, but they
ruined my beige goin’ away outfit. Then I worked in town, but it was only about
a week. When Jack was off I wasn’t there, so he said enough of that, and I quit
there.
Jack worked nights in
Dallas, so he was able to spend time with Alice during the day, and that’s when
their fun began.
[1]
Alice Kellar (Santa Rosa, California), letters
to “Dearest Jack” or “My dearest Jack” [Jack J. Kellar] (Dallas Aviation
School, Love Field, Dallas, Texas), 1, 2, 4, and 7 February 1943; Kellar family
collection held by the author. The excerpts included in this post are in
Alice’s spelling and have been only lightly edited.
[2]
Jack J. Kellar and Alice (Streeter) Kellar,
interview by Judy Kellar Fox, December 1993; cassette tape recording and
transcription held by the author. Lightly edited for readability.
[3]
“608—The ‘Daylight,’ Los Angeles to San
Francisco, along the California Coast,” postcard about 1938–1940; digital
image, “688—Southern Pacific ‘Daylight’ Coast Line,” POSTCARDY: The Postcard Explorer, 29 August 2014 (http://postcardy.blogspot.com/2014/08/southern-pacific-daylight-coast-line.html
: accessed 2 February 2018).
[4]
Alice’s address was 9303 Lemmon Ave., Dallas,
Texas. Alice Streeter Kellar (Dallas, Texas) letter 2 June 1943 to Jack J.
Kellar (Indianapolis, Indiana). For Mrs.
Taylor, see 1940 U.S. Census, Dallas County, Texas, population schedule, Dallas
City, Enumeration District 255-23, sheet 17B, visitation 406, Mary E. Taylor
household; digital image, Ancestry (https://search.ancestry.com : accessed 2
February 2018); from NARA microfilm T627, roll 4172.
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