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The Charles R. Drew Papers

Letter from Charles R. Drew to Lenore (Robbins) Drew pdf (2,635,430 Bytes) transcript of pdf
Letter from Charles R. Drew to Lenore (Robbins) Drew
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1949-07-06 (July 6, 1949)
[Drew, Charles R.]
[Drew, Lenore (Robbins)]
Original Repository: Howard University. Moorland-Spingarn Research Center. Charles R. Drew Papers
Reproduced with permission of the Moorland-Spingarn Research Center.
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"My Chief Interest Was and Is Surgery"--Howard University, 1941-1950
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Letters (correspondence)
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Munich, Germany
July 6, 1949
Dear Lenore,
Hello, how are you tonight? How are the children? Sorta wish I could span the miles and be with you tonight to hold you close and feel you near while the children patter around upstairs. The days are full, almost crowded with new problems, new people, new situations. So far I think I have done alright. At night, when the days work is done, I am lonely.
This is the queen city of the old Kingdom of Bavaria. On entering if as in the other cities there is a feeling of utter destruction. For blocks one can
see nothing but empty walls and rubble, shells of magnificent buildings standing stark against the sky with their empty windows like the hollow eyes of skeletons looking out into nothingness. One cannot truly describe it, only feel it.
After a day at the hospital -- a 1200 bed former teaching hospital for the University of Munich Medical School now the 98th General Hospital, U.S.A. Two of the officers took us for a drive around the city. First around the old city with its large and once resplendant [sic] gates leading
into its central square or Rathaus (Town Hall). It is in shambles. Then to the university. Some class rooms have been covered over and school goes on. There are too many students, too few teachers and few areas for teaching.
We rode through the courtyard of the Palace of the Bavarian Kings. Even in ruins there is a splendor which staggers. No wonder the people revolted. Little one room, lean too shops are beginning to peep out of the ruins. I am told that until very recently, there were no shops of any kind for there
were no goods to sell. While there is an attempt to wipe out the cluster of little shacks where bartering is done and there are as many as 12 policemen to the block in attempt to break up the black market -- a carton of cigarettes still is the best money in the country. For instance we tip a waiter two cigarettes, the porter who carried ten bags for four of us got ten, one of the boys paid a pack for a half sole on his
shoes and a carton will bring 20 to 25 marks - equivalent to from 7 to 8 dollars. I sold one of my $10 script notes for 50 German marks in order to buy German stamps to put on the children's post cards. Americans are not supposed to use German money not to have it. Germans may be jailed if caught with American money and are not allowed to use script. An American on entrance must change all of his money into script (military certificates). If he spends over $5 he must sign his name, give his passport number and the no. of the bill.
It is a little complicated to say the least.
We were taken by to see the beer garden from which Hitler launched his first unsuccessful putsch in 1923, past the place where his first 12 men were killed and the square where they were later enshrined. We had dinner in the Haus der Kunst which Hitler had built at the height of his power as a modern art center for Munich and had dinner in the private dining room of the big wigs of the Nazi party held there world changing meetings while G.I.'s danced to Jazz music in the once splendid
great salon. No Germans, unless they are servants are now allowed in any of these places. All of the homes of the former great and near great here, as in the other cities are now the homes of American Army officers. The only hotel space I have seen which is available to Germans is in a former air raid shelter under the central plaza. It has been subdivided into rooms. One of our team, Dr. Reich who spent his honeymoon here in 1927 has had the blues all day. At times I think he
has been near tears. One, Dr Torell, a dry little Scotsman from Canada who is now an American and former Colonel simply feels it serves them right.
I have not talked a great deal about my hospital work. It is not much different from that at home. One cannot enter town after town without being overwhelmed. It seems almost impossible to rebuild all that has been destroyed--either the buildings--the heart or the dreams, yet these people are hard at it. Good night sweet,
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