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April 30, 1941
Berlin, Germany
Dear Momberdad:
I arrived here Tuesday, April 22, by plane and assume you received my cablegram okay. Since then I have been having a difficult time getting settled.
The sea voyage was uneventful. Then days of rest and time on my hands. We didn't sight another ship during the trip and except for some rough weather between New York and Bermuda the voyage was very pleasant and warm. We landed at Lisbon on schedule, Tuesday April 15, but the arrival didn't give me near the thrill I experienced in New York some two months earlier.
Lisbon had become a very crowded, lively town -- More so than when I went through it enroute to New York. There wasn't an hotel room to be had in Lisbon itself, so we went out to Estoril, a high-tone resort town about twelve miles away along the sea. It had fine -- and expensive--hotels, a gambling casino, bathing beach etcetera.
Once settled there, the next problem was to get to Berlin. Heinzerling, who with Foltz also made the return crossing with me, and I locked into train connections but found that it would be a pretty grim trip. We decided to take a Lufthansa Plane. We were booked for Friday, April 18, but that trip was cancelled by Lufthansa and we were shifted to the following Monday. As a result we had a nice stay of six days in Lisbon and Estoril.
Monday afternoon, April 21, we took off from the Lisbon airport of Citra, about fifteen miles outside of the city, for Madrid. It was a beautiful, warm day. We were very comfortable in the big German Focke-Wulf transport plane, a four-motored affair, and in two hours we were over Madrid. The airport is some distance outside town and we had to take a bus into the city. It was something of a rattletrap and before long the bus stuttered and stopped. A delay of fifteen minutes and another bus picked us up. We overnighted in Madrid and I like city less this time than the last even though the beggars have been chased out and deloused because of an epidemic of Typhus. I stayed at the Palace Hotel, redecorated and remodeled since the civil war when it was used as a hospital.
For Spain, where many people are starving, we had a fair meal, including the meat of a bull killed in the bull fighters ring and fresh strawberries with ice cream. The prices were necessarily high, but at the same time such food is a real luxury in Spain today.
We went to bed early because the plane took off at 7:30 a.m. The next morning which meant we had to underway by 6 a.m. It was another beautiful day and inside of two hours we landed at Barcelona. There I snatched a hurried breakfast of warm milk, a couple of sweet buns and oranges, we through the passport formalities and stretched my legs a bit.
We took off again inside of a half hour for Marseille, flying a good part of that leg over the Mediterranean, there was only a stop of a few moments at Marseilles to pick up a couple of German officers and then we headed for Lyon. At Lyon we stopped longer and refueled. Lunch was also brought aboard there and as soon as we
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| Title | Letter from Edwin A. Shanke to family, "Mom-Ber-Dad" April 30, 1941 |
| Description | Typewritten letter from Edwin A. Shanke to his family, "Mom-Ber-Dad" April 30, 1941. Shanke is writing from Berlin regarding his trip from New York to Germany and he returns to work. |
| Creator | Shanke, Edwin A. |
| Date-Original | 1941-04-30 |
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Shanke, Edwin A. -- Correspondence World War, 1939-1945 -- Journalists -- Correspondence War correspondents -- United States -- Correspondence War correspondents -- Germany -- Berlin -- Correspondence Foreign correspondents -- Germany -- Correspondence |
| Format-Original | Typescript |
| Identifier-OriginalItem | Box 1, Folder 3 |
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| Title | Letter from Edwin A. Shanke to family, "Mom-Ber-Dad" April 30, 1941 |
| Page No. | p. 1 |
| Identifier-DigitalFile | MUA_EAS_00191 |
| Rights | This image is issued by Marquette University. Use of the image requires written permission from the staff of the Department of Special Collections and University Archives. It may not be sold or redistributed, copied or distributed as a photograph, electronic file, or any other media. The image should not be significantly altered through conventional or electronic means. Images altered beyond standard cropping and resizing require further negotiation with a staff member. The user is responsible for all issues of copyright. Please credit: Department of Special Collections and University Archives, Marquette University Libraries. |
| Transcript | April 30, 1941 Berlin, Germany Dear Momberdad: I arrived here Tuesday, April 22, by plane and assume you received my cablegram okay. Since then I have been having a difficult time getting settled. The sea voyage was uneventful. Then days of rest and time on my hands. We didn't sight another ship during the trip and except for some rough weather between New York and Bermuda the voyage was very pleasant and warm. We landed at Lisbon on schedule, Tuesday April 15, but the arrival didn't give me near the thrill I experienced in New York some two months earlier. Lisbon had become a very crowded, lively town -- More so than when I went through it enroute to New York. There wasn't an hotel room to be had in Lisbon itself, so we went out to Estoril, a high-tone resort town about twelve miles away along the sea. It had fine -- and expensive--hotels, a gambling casino, bathing beach etcetera. Once settled there, the next problem was to get to Berlin. Heinzerling, who with Foltz also made the return crossing with me, and I locked into train connections but found that it would be a pretty grim trip. We decided to take a Lufthansa Plane. We were booked for Friday, April 18, but that trip was cancelled by Lufthansa and we were shifted to the following Monday. As a result we had a nice stay of six days in Lisbon and Estoril. Monday afternoon, April 21, we took off from the Lisbon airport of Citra, about fifteen miles outside of the city, for Madrid. It was a beautiful, warm day. We were very comfortable in the big German Focke-Wulf transport plane, a four-motored affair, and in two hours we were over Madrid. The airport is some distance outside town and we had to take a bus into the city. It was something of a rattletrap and before long the bus stuttered and stopped. A delay of fifteen minutes and another bus picked us up. We overnighted in Madrid and I like city less this time than the last even though the beggars have been chased out and deloused because of an epidemic of Typhus. I stayed at the Palace Hotel, redecorated and remodeled since the civil war when it was used as a hospital. For Spain, where many people are starving, we had a fair meal, including the meat of a bull killed in the bull fighters ring and fresh strawberries with ice cream. The prices were necessarily high, but at the same time such food is a real luxury in Spain today. We went to bed early because the plane took off at 7:30 a.m. The next morning which meant we had to underway by 6 a.m. It was another beautiful day and inside of two hours we landed at Barcelona. There I snatched a hurried breakfast of warm milk, a couple of sweet buns and oranges, we through the passport formalities and stretched my legs a bit. We took off again inside of a half hour for Marseille, flying a good part of that leg over the Mediterranean, there was only a stop of a few moments at Marseilles to pick up a couple of German officers and then we headed for Lyon. At Lyon we stopped longer and refueled. Lunch was also brought aboard there and as soon as we |
