Today I am publishing another excerpt from "The Gals They Left Behind," by Margaret Shea, with illustrations by Bek Files. You can find the complete book online if you go to http://www.archive.org/ and type in "The Gals They Left Behind."
The story tells of the struggles of two soldiers' wives, Jo Sullivan and Taffy Smith who move from New York City to a farmhouse inherited from Aunt Het. Along with the young Daphne (named Eloise in the radio version) these two lonely women learn how to cope with raising chickens, how to milk a cow, grow vegetables, among the myriad of skills that farm life entails.
The book is made up entirely of the two women's letters. But the radio show reworks the story and uses the information conveyed in the letters to tell the narrative and occasionally uses the letter device ("Dear Bill").
As I said several months ago, Shirley Booth did the radio version of this story (The Cavalcade of America, 8/14/44, episode #396). It could be heard for free at http://www.archive.org/. The story was originally published in August of 1944 by Ives Washburn, Inc. The information provided at The Internet Archive states that the story is no longer copyright protected. With that in mind, I am offering another excerpt today.
In the radio production (Cavalcade of America, 8/10/44) Shirley Booth plays Jo Sullivan, and co-0star Helen Clare plays Taffy Smith. As Shirley's Jo tellingly says how she's quite lonely for her husband Corporal Bill through various expressions. So too, Taffy is hysterically missing her Hank. If you listen to the radio adaptation (which is unfortunately a small portion of the story), then you will hear Shirley Booth's fine performance in conveying this character.
I read the book and I can say that Shirley literally brings Jo Sullivan to life. She beautifully conveys the heart-felt tears of character Jo by the timbre and crack of her voice at the conclusion of the radio show. The sincerity and conviction is revealed throughout by Shirley's distinct voice in this radio production. "The Gals They Left Behind" certainly deserves a listen by all Shirley Booth fans.
Here's an excerpt of the original story on Christmas time...
The Gals They Left Behind
THANKS AGAIN FOR VISITING!
by Margaret Shea
December 20
I got an eighteen-pound ham. Taffy, a bucket of kippered herring, a snow shovel, and a second-hand lawn mower. Aunt Lucy sent me some frivolous underwear that must wait trying on until after the war. We ate breakfast in pajamas in the living room. Every time the kids opened a new gift, regardless of the giver they kissed us heartily all round. Susan came in the afternoon with her children. The noise was tremendous. About five o'clock we put all the youngsters to bed.
Now it's bedtime. Don't waste a penny on my thoughts. They are all yours.
by Margaret Shea
December 20
DARLING HANK,
It is a wonderful night. This morning we went out into the woods and brought home a pointed fir of surpassing beauty. Now it stands decorated and glorious. All the dinginess of the sitting room has been banished.
It is a wonderful night. This morning we went out into the woods and brought home a pointed fir of surpassing beauty. Now it stands decorated and glorious. All the dinginess of the sitting room has been banished.
Fabia is with us for the week. She is as much a goose about Xmas as I am. We voted Jo down on when to dress the tree, she holding out for the night-before-Xmas tradition. Fabia and I said, "Nuts! A tree is a wondrous thing to contemplate only before the great day. Thereafter it's like torn wrappings and unpaid bills something to be thrown away."
All the extra-special cooking has been done: meringue kisses, stuffed dates, filled cookies, molasses balls. We've found holly and pine cones for wreaths, and cow bells of various sizes which are now polished and hanging on the front door.
Packages have started coming in. We've piled them under the tree on a moth-eaten red blanket spread there. I am so excited that I'm hungry all the time. Jo has had to hide the Xmas baking from us. Fabia and I are going coasting at midnight. There is a fine bright moon, and I want to do
something specially festive.
something specially festive.
I can't bear to think of you in barracks. I want to think that you are remembering me and the three Xmases we have had together, and all the beautiful ones ahead.
Your
TAFFY
December 26
TAFFY
December 26
DEAR BILL,
It was a jolly holiday. Flocks of half-forgotten people sent us greetings. Ours was the gayest house in a village where holidays receive scant recognition. The day was given over to the children: to shouts of "Lookit mine, br-r-r, bang bang!"; to highly irregular eating; to winding up toys; to snowshoeing in the living room. Daphne has never been so happy. ( Did I tell you her mother is now overseas, nursing? ) No presents came for her except from her grandmother, but we made her heaps of small things and bought new wall paper for her room.
It was a jolly holiday. Flocks of half-forgotten people sent us greetings. Ours was the gayest house in a village where holidays receive scant recognition. The day was given over to the children: to shouts of "Lookit mine, br-r-r, bang bang!"; to highly irregular eating; to winding up toys; to snowshoeing in the living room. Daphne has never been so happy. ( Did I tell you her mother is now overseas, nursing? ) No presents came for her except from her grandmother, but we made her heaps of small things and bought new wall paper for her room.
I got an eighteen-pound ham. Taffy, a bucket of kippered herring, a snow shovel, and a second-hand lawn mower. Aunt Lucy sent me some frivolous underwear that must wait trying on until after the war. We ate breakfast in pajamas in the living room. Every time the kids opened a new gift, regardless of the giver they kissed us heartily all round. Susan came in the afternoon with her children. The noise was tremendous. About five o'clock we put all the youngsters to bed.
Taffy, who has a passion for acting out picture postcards, wanted to go out to serenade the neighbors. I gladly insisted upon staying at home among the debris. An hour later I heard singing up the road. The minstrels came in with their catch: Clum, Hod and his visiting sister from Portsmouth, Angle Withers with her sheep face and frizzed bangs, and Amos, the game warden, who could have been soberer.
I made the agate pot full of coffee, and served what remnants of food were left. I was glad, despite my exhaustion, that they had come. Amos caught me off guard under the mistletoe while the company roared with laughter at his boldness.
"Ha," he said, "there's not much wildcat in you. I wished you could have seed Het the time I cornered her."
"Oh yes," sighed the old ones, "Het was a great fighter."
Now it's bedtime. Don't waste a penny on my thoughts. They are all yours.
Jo
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For Bill, His Pinup Girl: The Shirley Booth & Bill Baker Story
by Jim Manago
Foreword by Leslie Sodaro
Published December 1, 2010
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which offers the best prices on new & used copies.
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For Bill, His Pinup Girl: The Shirley Booth & Bill Baker Story
by Jim Manago
Foreword by Leslie Sodaro
Published December 1, 2010
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Love is the Reason for it All: The Shirley Booth Story
by Jim Manago
Radio Research by Donna Manago
Foreword by Ted Key
BearManor Media, May 2008
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by Jim Manago
Radio Research by Donna Manago
Foreword by Ted Key
BearManor Media, May 2008
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