01 Feb February 1, 1945

Posted at 20:37h in Letters by 
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from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler
to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler
Feb. 1, 1945, Thurs
10:20 P.M.

My darling,

How are you today, honey?  Feel better or do you still have those terrific
headaches?  I hope you don’t, as I know how they feel, because I used to have
sinus headaches, but since I spent those few months in California, I haven’t
had them.  Either the change of climate or the fact that I had my tonsils out
just before that cured me.  I don’t know which, but it’s certainly a relief.
If you still have trouble when you get back we’ll have to move to Arizona, I
guess.  The real estate business should be good there, too.  I haven’t had a
letter for two days, so I’m on pins and needles and live for the mailman’s
visit.  I accomplished a few things today, such as scrubbing kitchen and
bathroom floors, and kitchen cabinets, table and chairs, polished our
silverware, and with meals and dishes had a full day.  Tomorrow, I hope to
clean the basement as much as I hate the job.  Ronnie is still just as thrilled
with his trains and tractor as ever.  We can’t wait to <? welcome> our Daddy.
much love, Mom and Ronnie.

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Feb. 1, 1945, Thurs
10:35 P.M.

Dearest,

It won’t be long before it’s Ronnie’s birthday, and this time guess there’s no
chance of his Daddy’s being here to celebrate with us, as he has been the past
two birthdays.  I doubt very much if I’ll have a party for him, but if I do it
will be a very small one.  In either case he will have a birthday cake, however,
even if I have to bake it myself, and we’ll be thinking of you every minute,
that you can be sure of!  Sometimes I get the blues terribly, thinking how
unlucky we are being apart for so long, and then again I thank God that I’m
lucky enough to have you alive and with good hopes of a future reunion sometime
in the future.  That is a 100% more than some girls have to look forward to and
I’m truly grateful, even if I complain at times.  We should both be thankful
that Ronnie is well and full of pep, too.  So counting our blessings I guess we
should be glad.

Good night, honey, love always,
Mom and Ronnie.