Daily Love Letters from WWII

I intend to post almost daily, and in roughly chronological order, the thousands of pages of daily love letters that my parents sent to each other during WWII and any other documents that pertain to these letters..

Sunday, December 6, 2020

Post #225 - May 13, 1943 It Just Doesn’t Seem Possible to Love a Person So Very Much and I Don’t Know Which Sensation is Inspired to a Greater Degree, Joy or Pain and Letter from Harry to Anna Pestcoe Paller Re Rent

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Marilyn: My husband, Saul, and I retired to central Florida in 2013. My entire family, as far back as my maternal grandmother were born and raised in the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, area. My husband and I were childhood sweethearts who lived around the corner from each other, and met for the first time when I was 11, back in 1961. He was born and raised in Israel, the child of two parents who were concentration camp survivors, and moved to the U.S. in 1959. We both have had a very long-standing interest in food and the cultural traditions associated with it, specifically in Judaism, but in other cultures as well.

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