30 Apr April 30, 1945
Posted at 13:15h
in Letters
Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler April 30, 1945 Monday 10:30 P.M.
Dearest,
At last I can sit down to relax after a hectic day in the loop. I haven’t been down there to shop in months and it’ll be months before it’ll happen again, and that is certain. Ronnie and I went down this afternoon and didn’t return until 8:00 o’clock. We ate downtown too at the place on Wabash called Annie’s Steakhouse (minus the steaks, however). We had calves’ liver and onions, green beans, french fried potatoes, seafood cocktail, vegetable soup, coffee, milk and jello. All this for the two of us was 97 cents, which wasn’t too bad for the loop.
Ronnie was so good all day, and had a big time with the clerks all the time. He asked a man clerk (a Jew) for a marble and the poor fellow hunted high and low for one to get him, but Ronnie had to settle for a wood bead. Our little boy certainly gets around people. Guess he’s like his daddy. Just
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Well, today I splurged and bought new curtains for the living room. I couldn’t get them large enough so had to buy three pair and sew two together for the bay window. In fact even then I doubt if they’ll be wide enough. I may have to buy another pair. I paid $15.26 for the three pair, and the cheapest I could find. They’re nice looking and of marquisette. It’ll seem funny to have curtains with no holes in ’em for a change. Of course the dining room curtains are "holy", too, but not quite as bad, as yet.
[I] Rec’d a v-mail dated April 20 and an airmail dated Apr. 22, today, and also the hanky from Paris. Thanks so much, honey. I’d like to frame it, as it’s too dainty to use. It’s sweet of you to think of me amidst all the gorgeous Parisian damsels. Don’t see how you can
page 3 keep your mind on your gal at home long enough to shop for her. I really do appreciate it very much, and when you get home I’ll give you a nice big kiss. Seems so long since I’ve kissed anyone, I’ve probably lost my technique. (Maybe I should practice?)
Ronnie went to Sunday school Sunday morning (yesterday), but he was a big sissy and wouldn’t let me leave him. I had to stay with him. Hope he gets over it, as primary Sunday school classes are out of my class.
We went over to Francis Evers for dinner and spent the afternoon, and she insisted we stay for supper, too. She didn’t have to insist very much, as she had baked ham and who refuses two meals with meat nowadays? I don’t have a single red point and all the meat I have for the week is one lamb chop [and]
page 4 2 slices of bacon. Guess will have to start on Judy’s dog food when that’s gone. Sounds bad, doesn’t it? Well, it is! Oh well, we can always eat eggs in one form or another.
Francis said Al had filled out a questionnaire, which will determine when and if the boys will go home after VE day. Have you done this?
Almost forgot to tell you that I went to the Red Cross Hdqtrs in the loop, this afternoon and after telling my story was told the Red Cross has no jursdiction
over discharging men either before or after VE day, unless of course I were desperately ill and even then all they do would be to provide medical care. She said that the Army felt that they, and they
page 5 alone can determine whether or not a man is physically fit for service. She said to sit tight as the war in Europe will be over very soon now, and that only the very young, and physically fit will be sent to the South Pacific, and I did not have to worry on that score. She said she was sure you get home as soon as transportation permits after VE day. Well, darling, - I tried, but was very unsuccessful, it seems, as she wouldn’t even take my name. I asked if I could write to the Army, but she said it would be of no avail, as they wouldn’t even answer. She just kept saying that you’d be home soon and to hang on a while longer. I hope she’s right.
I met Edith Kuester and rode down to the loop on the IC with her. She also said VE Day was not far off. She’s given her notice
page 6 at the draft board, and is going to work for Emil because he can’t get help. He has moved his office to 113th street now. I can’t remember the exact address. She also asked me again for the millionth time to come over to see them some night. She said her dad is ill and that she spent Sunday cleaning up his house for him, etc. Today she was going downtown to a show on her day off, as Emil wasn’t going to be home for supper. She also said to tell you "hello".
After leaving Frances Evers last night I stopped in at Holmes to give her a pkg. she had sent out to my house from Carson’s. They’d spent the day at the folks as usual. Marge is coming over to visit Wed. night while Murray works at Smith’s. It’s 12:30 and I just had coffee sandwiches and cake upstairs so guess I’ll go to bed now.
All my love darling always, Mom and Ronnie
P.S. I had a miserable dream about you last night and woke up still thinking it was real. I’m glad it was only a dream. It was much too realistic to suit me as it was.
Addendum: Enclosed letter from: Mrs. Don Sweeney to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler April 27
Fort Wayne, Indiana. Dear Mrs. Shonkwiler,
Please forgive me for not writing to you sooner. I really appreciated your call very much. I hope it’s possible for us to get together one of these weekends.
Had a letter from Don, and he tells me they are on the move again. This time it’s Germany. I’ll be so glad when this thing ends and our men can come home to their families, so we can have a normal living once again. I’m so tired of living this way.
I’m working at the GE Fort Wayne. I share an apartment with another girl whose husband is in England. I go to Bern to see the children 2 or 3 times a week and every weekend. Sure wish I could be with them more. And do they ever miss their dad.
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The girl is 11 and the boy is 10. So you see they are old enough to remember their dad. My mother takes care of them while I work. They have the best of care, but like all youngsters they still need both their Mother and Dad.
Now don’t wait as long as I did to answer this letter. And I promise to do better in the future. Thanks again for calling me, it was nice talking to you.
Yours truly, Mrs. Sweeney.








