Armistice Day

Letter from my grandmother to her sweetheart in the army, sent the day after Armistice Day, Nov. 11, 1918.
Brooklyn, N.Y.

Nov. 12, 1918

My dear Shleima,

Yesterday was a great day. Never yet was our house filled with so much joy and enthusiasm. Papa almost went back to childhood, with a “red white and blue” ribbon on his hat he was marching through the streets on an automobile truck (of course he was not the only one) waving a flag and cheering. Then he bought brandy and wine, called together every body, even strangers and we all…well I’ll tell and we got drunk. Now dear must I tell you how I missed you ? Liebman made a toast, Shlypsin sang ”shu, shu chapzunim?” Katz drank wine and Rosie set on the couch. My face was full of smiles and mirth, any time of the day I could not have felt any anger to anybody then, I did not believe then that there is such a word as hate in existence. And if you were only here I would have loved you five times as much. Don’t be angry dear and say that my love is so small that it could be increased five times. It isn’t this. Only I could not explain it. If you were here then you would understand.. I was very much down hearted with the size of your letter, and only when reading of your promise to write a big one tomorrow I became more cheerful. So now I am waiting impatiently for tomorrow.

With love


Thanks to Miriam Forman for finding this letter.

3 thoughts on “Armistice Day

  1. David,

    Thanks for sharing this sweet love letter from your grandmother. Very appropriate for today. How fortunate you are to have such a letter in your possession.

    See you in class. H


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