17 Feb February 17, 1944

Letter
from: Alice Shonkwiler
to: George Shonkwiler
February 17th, 1944, 10:00 p.m.

Hello Darling,
Imagine already writing a letter. Silly, isn’t it?  Well you know me?

I’ve had quite a day.  First of all, I left the car out in front so I could
go to the store after Ronnie’s nap.  While he was sleeping I went downstairs
to wash some clothes, blankets, and so on.  When I came up, it was snowing
full blast. Great big flakes.  It was about 2:00 o’clock.  Did I ever

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hurry out to put the car in, but already it had become too slippery to get it
in the garage.  It would get up to the door, all set to go in, then slide way
out of the line.  I was panicky, but called Mrs. Dixon, and with the help of
an electrician who was there, we got it in safe and sound.  It’ll probably be
July, before I take it out again.

Then Edith called and insisted I come over there for chop suey.  (She didn’t
have half enough).  Guess I’ll

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have a piece of angel food (are you envious?) before I try to go to sleep?
It was good, tho.  I hurried home, thinking you might get to call me, (but no
such luck).

Galassini called and I hadn’t called Sally yet, so I did then, and called him
back.  The owner is still living in the house, but it belongs to Mulholland
Real Estate on 95th. (Is there such a place?)

Marge came in tonite for an hour or so, and read to Ronnie, and so on.
(He’s sound asleep now.)

This noon, he kissed your photo, but tonite

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he refused.  (Guess he thinks it is a poor substitute for you.)

He cried for a while after you left, but ended up by consoling me.  I’m so
sorry, honey, I had meant to leave with a smile, but it just wouldn’t come.
Guess I’m just a baby after all!

It’s 10:20 now, and I just can’t bring myself to go to bed for some reason.
Would give most anything to have you back, even if you are a meanie sometimes.
Guess I’d even have twins, if you wanted ’em.  That is, if I’m capable.
That’s going pretty far, isn’t it?  Hope

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you tear this up, as it would sound pretty silly to a stranger.

Cleaned the house up today, and also the upstairs refrigerator, but the
lower door (cover for the motor) has no catches to hold it up.  S’pose
Mr. Page can fix it up, though.

Will I have to get all your suits clean, or are some clean?  (I mean, haven’t
been worn after cleaning.)

Well, Darling, hope I hear from you soon, and in the meantime, Ronnie
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and I love you very much, and so be good.

Always love,
Mom and Ronnie.

P.S.
S’pose the boys will think you have a girlfriend, as the name on the envelope
is not Shonkwiler.