Letter dated April 3, 1945; there was no envelope. It was stuck in the same envelope as the previous April 1 letter I transcribed. The image shows the oft-mentioned “Spring Street” in Mount Kisco, where Babe’s aunt and uncle lived. As it turns out, my father also lived on Spring Street. The arrow indicates the relative positions of his house and the Lexington Avenue house where Babe — and my mom — were raised.
I am well, happy and safe and I hope you all the same.
I received a package from Uncle Charlie a couple of days ago.
Things are going along just as smoothly as ever over here. We just finished eating pancakes, pork sausage, pineapple, cereal and waffles. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Don’t judge the book by its cover, though.
I guess that’s about all except I’m glad to hear about the Golden Wedding Anniversary. Wish I were there. Give my love to Spring St.
Love & Kisses,