I submit this "historical document" as written by my mother in 1945. The most fascinating parts of the letter, to me at least, are her inclusions of Uncle Red's letters. She rewrote them as he'd written them, so all the family would get the same news.
Julian Zembal wrote with a particular flair for tweaking the five senses. His comments on post-war Germany and it's people are priceless.
Our Uncle Red will forever be remembered as a gentleman of Faith and quality. His daughters, Julianne and Monica have much to be proud of.
My mother's calendar from 1998 notes that on November 24, 1954, "Julian died." I was eight years old and that was the first time I saw my mother cry.