The brutal snow and coal shoveling of the 1944 winter has a taken its toll on my grandfather's knees. After decades of climbing all those stairs to bring down trash and shovel snow, he's torn probably the ligament in his right knee.
By the winter of 1944, at the age of fifty-four, my grandfather had spent the previous thirty winters shoveling coal and snow for up to 65 apartments. His body began to give out from the strain. This letter is the first in a series that documents the severe knee problems that plagued my grandfather during World War II, and the huge workload Grandpa's infected knee put on my grandmother.