Sunday, June 21, 2020

Post #62 - September 3, 1941 The Corn Exchange Bank and Being Happy Together

Many people don’t realize that I have been making recordings while reading each letter aloud, a result of friends telling me that they have trouble deciphering the handwriting. So in each post, I have made a slideshow that flashes past while I am narrating the letters. Just make sure your sound is on and click on the arrow on the slideshow.

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Rough Yiddish Translation: My Beloved and Dear Son Philipka: Be healthy and happy. With luck, the situation will not cause us to need help, and having to depend on each other should only be our worst punishment. My beloved son, I can tell you that I could easily read your short letter. You write so beautifully and so sweetly. You should be aware that I feel like you have kissed the ground I walk on with each word. Truthfully, you captured my heart. I am so grateful for the time you take to write to me, and I ask you, further, if it isn’t too difficult, to write to me with a little advice in the letter about my daughter-in-law, Evelyn. You know her personality.  I don’t know if you understand her character, and perhaps you can help me because she awoke me to the situation at 60th Street so that I am aware of the financial difficulties you are having. I have now taken money from the bank to try and help a little so that I can pay for incidentals. I don’t blame you both for keeping this information from me, and even though much of this is my fault because I was insensitive while living under the same roof, you should not worry. You only need to worry about being happy together because I know that I have a good daughter-in-law, and she treats me very well. I am thankful that there is nothing more serious to write about than this. From your dear Mother.