Saturday, May 4, 2019

1912 Dec 1






30 November

Your card I got, for which I thank you warmly. With me there’s nothing new, the old sob story. Dear Bronia, you invite me to [play on] the see-saw[1] and I would willingly comply with your request, but unfortunately, [being] a little far off, I have to have that much patience, until sometime when I’m closer. Oh, how I hope it won’t be long. Stay healthy for me, my rosy flower, I am yours forever. T.G.



[1] Or “swing”

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