Letter dated April 27, 1945; postmarked May 1, 1945. This is the last letter I have from Babe.
I am well, happy, and safe and I hope you all are the same. I know I haven’t written much lately, but someday I’ll tell you why.
Sometimes I wish I had a movie camera here so I could take movies of what we are doing. Right now, we are living in a big farm house taking things easy. We just came from a place where I would have liked to have stayed for the duration. It was near a town and we were the first troops there so they had a big festival all day in town. They even had a funeral for a couple of soldiers who were killed there.
In the house we were in, the people couldn’t do enough for us. They cooked for us all day and we couldn’t drink enough to wine to suit them. We jumped in a jeep and made a house to house canvass for fresh eggs. They literally showered us with them and they didn’t want anything in return either.
They’d give us anywhere from two to thirty eggs, whatever they had. As we’d pass through a town, people lined the streets trying to hand us bottles of wine as we passed by. As far as I can see, the people around here have plenty of everything. They are also afraid of us. The krauts have been feeding them a bunch of propaganda about us and they didn’t know what to expect.
I met someone from Kisco the other day, Harold Stonsby. He just popped in on me and had a little parlez with me.
Someday I’ll tell you a lot of things that I can’t tell you right now.
Love & Kisses,
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Harold Stonsby, was my uncle. My mom‘s big brother who died right at the end of the war. I never met him, but I still live in Mount Kisco. I visit his grave, along with the other Stonsby, members. Thank you so much for putting this up, I just saw it now, in 2020. For some reason I searched my uncle’s name today, after seeing an army photo of him. I plan to post it on Facebook for Veterans Day. Boy, was I surprised and pleased to read even a little bit about him. I heard he was a great guy, died really really young.
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Bonnie, what a joy to see your comment. It’s so gratifying to see these little moments trickle back from my blog posts. I never lived in Mount Kisco, but that’s where my parents were born and raised, and where my extended family lived, so I have a lot of memories from visiting there. Thank you for taking the time to post a message.