20 Feb February 20, 1945

Card/Letter
from: Alice Shonkwiler
to: Private George W. Shonkwiler
February 20, 1944.

(Page 1)
  To my husband in the service. Best wishes.

(Page 2)
  I simply couldn’t ever find
  the proper words to say.
  How much I love you, Darling,
  And think of you each day;
  But still I hope this message
  can in some way make you see
  that every day while you’re away
  you mean still more to me.

Mommy
(See letter inside)

Dear Wes,

Well, today is Ronnie’s birthday. Wish you were here.  It was so funny this
noon while he was eating his dinner they were singing happy birthday on the
radio, so we all joined in -- even Ronnie. -- We were so loud that even you
could hear us.

Forgot to tell you in last night’s letter, I told Ronnie June was coming and
he said, "No, June".  I asked, "Don’t you want to see June?"  He said,
"No, June".  When she came, (Marge and her mother were here, then too, and
they almost choked laughing so hard) he didn’t want her (June) to take her
coat or galoshes off.  When she got them off, he kept bringing them back to
her, also, her coat, and kept saying, "Bye, June. Bye".  I guess he figures
every time she gets here, we leave.  When Elinor and I were ready to go, he
let Elinor go out, but slammed the door shut and wouldn’t let me go out.
Pulled my hand and got me to the closet and said, "Coat off, Mommy. Hat off,
Mommy".  He cried terribly.  So when we got on the Avenue, I called June, and
by then he had stopped or we’d have came back home.  He just figured you
didn’t come back and wasn’t going to let me get out of his sight.  He’s a
smart boy, no fooling.

Today, Edith and Ernest came while Ronnie was asleep.  And he woke up
hearing Ernest talking and hollered, "Hi, Daddy", at the top of his lungs.
Then when Elinor pulled up in her car after bowling this afternoon, he
hollered, "Hi, Daddy", again.  He sure misses his daddy. (Even I do.)_

Bye, darling.
Love, Mom and Ronnie.

P.S.
Mr. Page shoveled all our walks today.  Nice, huh?