Fred and Lil, my parents, Easter, 1941.

My mother writes Ebner a newsy letter updating him on the World War II home front—everything from the progress of his father’s knee condition to my parents’ leisure time activities. She also comments on the funny photograph of Frank seen here. Lucky thing that the two older Gartz brothers have deferments and can help with their father’s heavy work while he’s laid up. They missed his phone call home.

Even though they lived in the same building with my grandparents, they missed Ebner’s phone call because getting through on the lines in 1944 wasn’t always a sure thing. Good insight into life during World War II at home with a fairly newly-wed couple (1 1/2 years married).