The above photo is of Elisabeth, around 16 years old.
Crestline, May 11, 1952
Dearest Otto,
I received your letter with great joy today. I’m pleased that you like my photo — but it is not as beautiful as you write. I was so embarrassed with your letter, as I haven’t been for a long time. Have you really wished that for yourself? I’ve already placed your photo in my room for a long time. I bought myself a glass and put it inside. We have so many flowers. Every week I get 2 or three more fresh ones and place them in front of your photo so I don’t believe my father has seen it yet. I can’t even write how often I already have your photo in my hands. When I‘m sad or happy, every time I go to your photo as if I’m saying something to you. Not once have I let myself fall on the bed, when I go to school I begin to cry. Will you forget me? When you go dancing, you will see beautiful American women. I know it, yes. I’m so stupid, I’ve already half used to it all.
I’ve already practiced lip painting. I go diligently to work. I’ve already earned 30 dollars. Now I barely have time to answer all my letters. I got a beautiful evening dress from a woman where I work. White with blue and red flowers. From my aunt in Mansfield a green one, and a pink one from a very nice lady. I can hardly believe that my big wishes are so quickly being fulfilled. Twice I’ve been proud with it. Now I really only have one more wish, to have your true love always. Maybe my joy doesn’t interest you, but you will understand me.
Dearest Otto, I’m well otherwise, and I hope that you are as well. Tomorrow is Sunday, then I must go to church again, that doesn’t make me very happy since I don’t understand anything. I fall asleep almost every Sunday. Only to leave and already forget half of it. You’ve already seen the photo in the newspaper. Since the boys and I were at school, they didn’t give us photos that we already didn’t have. Only from my father, aunt, and uncle (from Graz) is a really nice, new run. You write very well. If you are interested it it nonetheless, I can quietly send it to you. I replied to Alis immediately , get mail from Leni every week, she always asks me for the address of Phillipp.
Greetings and kisses to you. Your little Elis!
Real love only connects souls to the most beautiful duty and the wreath that wilts never withers even in the grave! Elis.
Good night.
