Crestline April 21, 1952
Dear Otto,
I got your letter from the post office today, I’m so happy, just like I am with every letter I receive from you.
I’d like to apologize, since (because) you forgot the previous week, but you already made it a little difficult for me. I will write Alois, in a way that he will not feel bad, he knows everything exactly, certainly he only wanted to talk as a friend.
I want to thank you in particular for your beautiful photo. I would have only shown the photo to my aunt and sent it back to you again, but I wanted to keep it for myself. Do you know Otto, I have confided in my aunt, a little bit, but not everything…. My father — I don’t trust that I can show him as he already knows you. I don’t completely understand why my father doesn’t care for you. If he only knew how much luck you bring me. You both are just as close to me.
Obviously I read your letter alone, who else would read them? My father brought me the second letter from the post office, but said nothing. I would like to get some photos taken, but please be patient because it’ll be a little while. So as beautiful as a gift as you have given me, mine will not be as beautiful.
Dear Otto, the journey will always be the most beautiful memory. Not an evening passed, where I couldn’t recall every word and every hour, especially on Sunday when we went in the water, it was beautiful weather. It was so beautiful Otto, when you were first here. The trees and the flowers blooming in front of the house, and the grass was already green. Under the spring sun with me nestled against your chest, it lets me dream dreams that are unattainable.
Since you wrote to me about your family, send them all heartfelt greetings, the girl and Gunther will diligently go to school. Your mother will be happy that she has her Otto back. I brought Elfie home one evening, then she was already in bed and told me about it. Suddenly she said “where will our poor Otto be now?” That moved me so much that all my blood shot into my cheeks.
Do you have German or English comrades? I mean, you shouldn’t think badly, because I have written to you the second time, and maybe you’re not comfortable with it. Many loving greetings and kisses.
Your little Elisabeth
