28 Mar March 28, 1945

Enscript Output

V-MAIL
From Mrs. G. Shonkwiler
to Private First Class George Wesley Shonkwiler.
March 28th, 1945, Wednesday, 11.15 p.m.

Hello, honey.

I read three V-mails today.  Two dated March 18th and one March 19th. Gosh, what’s happened?  I noticed the heading was "Darling".  Does that mean absence makes the heart grow fonder or what have you?  It was a thrill anyway.  You see, it doesn’t take a lot to make my heart skip a beat these days, especially with a gorgeous full moon the last couple of nights.  I went out to mail some Easter cards after supper tonight. I was alone as Ronnie was out for a ride with Bobby and Daddy and his daddy. Anyway, on my way up to Halsted and 111th Street to the mailbox I looked up and there was this gorgeous full moon and I never felt so lonesome in all my life.  The temperature was 80 degrees today and a perfectly beautiful summer’s day.  Right now, there is thunder and lightening. So, suppose we’re in for some rain again.

12.05 a.m.
Just had some hot cross buns, coffee, cake and cookies with the Pages. Just hit the spot.  It is pouring down now.  Hope it stops before morning as Lillian (Elaine’s sister) is coming over for lunch  and we had planned on having her three children and Ronnie play in the backyard.  It was cancelled last week because of rain.
See you next page.

Love, always.
Mom and Ronnie.

Page 2.
Wednesday, 12.15 a.m (or is it Thursday?)

Hello again, Honey
Don’t know what I can say to fill up the rest of this page, but I’ll try. I went up the avenue this morning and bought shelf edging. I found shelf lining paper is just is not to be had, but I do have some left from last year, so I’ll use it.  I washed inside all the cupboards and washed all the glassware, etc.  Also cleaned out the linen closet and medicine chest. That plus three meals and dishes and giving Judy, Ronnie and myself baths and shampoo just about took care of my day from 7.30 a.m. until now. I bought two quarts of ice cream down at 103 in Wallace.  One quart <? blk> sampling, and 1 quart vanilla. They still sell it for 15 cents per pint. Don’t know how they do it as it is much richer than most ice cream nowadays. They have their own dairy farm, which is one reason I suppose.  I like to have it on hand as Ronnie likes it once in a while, altho he usually doesn’t eat it until it is melted.  He says "It’s too cold, Mommy". The Pages always ask me to say hello, but I seldom remember to tell you.

Oh yes, and tell that nice sergeant of yours, hello for me too. Ronnie says not to worry about his trains being broken up, just come home and get some more.

All our love, Mommie and Ronnie.
V-MAIL