Another letter from my grandmother to my Uncle Babe, returned to her as undeliverable after he was killed.
The young lady from Jamaica, Long Island, writes again to Babe. With an earlier letter from her, I wondered whether she was Babe's sweetheart; this one persuades me otherwise.
One of the few letters I have from Babe's father. He references my mother doing the sort of charming antics you'd expect from a nearly 5-year-old girl. It seems they tried to keep her aware of her brother, who enlisted when she was three months shy of her third birthday.
"You know how it is, when you something is wrong with your car and you take it to the garage to have it fixed, it runs perfectly."
It's one of those short letters that would be better if we knew more about what he was responding to.