Theodore Pretzer

Although I didn't get to spend much time with my cousin, Ted, I remember all the stories my Mother would tell me about him. My Mother (his Aunt Hanna) babysat him when he was a baby and she was about 11 years old. She told me loving stories about him. Later when he entered the service, she wrote to him and he wrote back. My favorite was his letter that said, "Aunt Hanna, start baking some biscuits- we are running out of amunition". My Mom wasn't a very good baker. Mary, my mom's sister...