Berlin, the 4th of December 1915
Dearest Mamma, you are a grandmother! My little girl was born three days ago. She’s the loveliest baby you ever saw. We’re calling her Dorothea Elizabeth. Soon I shall be going home, Baby and I are looking forward to that.
I’m sending you the notice from the Vossische Zeitung, and the invitation to the baptism in our flat. That’s the German practice, they make a little altar in the drawing room.
I want darling Mark to be the godfather. I would like to ask Alexander, but he’s a Jew, it’s not possible. And dear Frau Mamma – German grandparents often become godparents too.
I wish you could be here. But you will see Baby soon, I’m sure.
Your loving daughter,
Irene