(Both of the following letters were postmarked the same day)
Friday night
Dear Dolores:
Since you are so intent on writing me every I suppose it is no more than fair that I should put forth the effort to do the same by you. Do I sound like it is an “awful” effort? I don't mean it that way. Really, I don't, Hun. It is always an effort for me to write a letter, but when it comes to writing you – well, that's different. I always enjoy writing you. And listen here young lady! Don't be calling my friend in Ohio, the one to whom I write each day, a “pest”. She isn't a pest and I defy anyone to make such a bold statement to me. There, how do you like that? Do you know what I would do with you right now if I had you here? You would be properly executed, and you know how I do that don't you? I am sure you do.
You ask me what to do with a person who is determined to write every day. I ask you what should I do? For my part I don't want to do anything about it. My sincere hope is that she will never change her mind about wanting to write me. But really, Dolores, I am very much pleased to hear from you every day.
When I wrote last night I felt like I was forgetting something. It occurred to me today what it was. You will remember the little “thing-a-majig”, as you termed it, that I brought home with me from Houghton and mailed back to the owner COD. Well, that little thing came back to me yesterday. Mr. Gilbert refused the package so apparently he had secured another one of those things somewhere. It was fun even though it didn't turn out just as I expected.
Would you like to know how I have ben occupied today? If you would, just read the letter I wrote last night. Today has been “ditto” from yesterday. Tomorrow will be more of the same thing, however, I am only working in the AM. I just have to have some time to prepare for Sunday. I really would prefer not to work out at all on Saturday but there is so much to do right now I feel that I should help all I can. I will be glad when I get a little time for myself.
This is short, Hun, but it is just almost more than I can do to keep my eyes open, so I better stop before they snap shut. Perhaps I can add a few lines in the morning. I'll try.
Good-Night, now.
Love,
Ted
Saturday morning
Good Morning Again:
Look, I'm really doing it! Aren't you surprised. I thought you would be. I will have to confess that I wouldn't be doing it if it were not for the stormy weather we are having. Because of that we are not able to work in the corn harvest this morning as I had planned. I really don't mind because I can use the time to a very good advantage. Believe it or not, I have to have some time to prepare for Sunday – if I am able to make myself interesting at all. Even then I sometimes wonder –!!!
You must have a terrible time amidst all the conflict in your home trying to write you “daily” letter. Those “kids” have heaps of fun with you I suppose. I'll bet I could easily guess who is largely responsible for the difficulty you meet with. Your “kid sister!” Am I right? But you can take it can't you, Dolores? I'm sure you can. How I would like to be there sometime when those three girls “gang up” on you. It would be interested wouldn't it? The only hindrance I have to contend with while writing is my radio. Of course I can turn that off if it interferes too much. You can't do that with Mary Evelyn, can you? I'll bet it would be a help if you could.
Have I told you my plans for Sunday evening and Monday? I don't remember whether I did or not. Anyhow I expect to be going down to Hillsdale after service tomorrow night and go hunting with LH Monday morning. Unless I change my mind I will be returning Monday night. Know why? The big reason is because I want to get my mail. I look forward to that every day. And it is nearly time for the mailman to arrive so I must get this letter out.
Love from your
Ted
Friday night
Dear Dolores:
Since you are so intent on writing me every I suppose it is no more than fair that I should put forth the effort to do the same by you. Do I sound like it is an “awful” effort? I don't mean it that way. Really, I don't, Hun. It is always an effort for me to write a letter, but when it comes to writing you – well, that's different. I always enjoy writing you. And listen here young lady! Don't be calling my friend in Ohio, the one to whom I write each day, a “pest”. She isn't a pest and I defy anyone to make such a bold statement to me. There, how do you like that? Do you know what I would do with you right now if I had you here? You would be properly executed, and you know how I do that don't you? I am sure you do.
You ask me what to do with a person who is determined to write every day. I ask you what should I do? For my part I don't want to do anything about it. My sincere hope is that she will never change her mind about wanting to write me. But really, Dolores, I am very much pleased to hear from you every day.
When I wrote last night I felt like I was forgetting something. It occurred to me today what it was. You will remember the little “thing-a-majig”, as you termed it, that I brought home with me from Houghton and mailed back to the owner COD. Well, that little thing came back to me yesterday. Mr. Gilbert refused the package so apparently he had secured another one of those things somewhere. It was fun even though it didn't turn out just as I expected.
Would you like to know how I have ben occupied today? If you would, just read the letter I wrote last night. Today has been “ditto” from yesterday. Tomorrow will be more of the same thing, however, I am only working in the AM. I just have to have some time to prepare for Sunday. I really would prefer not to work out at all on Saturday but there is so much to do right now I feel that I should help all I can. I will be glad when I get a little time for myself.
This is short, Hun, but it is just almost more than I can do to keep my eyes open, so I better stop before they snap shut. Perhaps I can add a few lines in the morning. I'll try.
Good-Night, now.
Love,
Ted
Saturday morning
Good Morning Again:
Look, I'm really doing it! Aren't you surprised. I thought you would be. I will have to confess that I wouldn't be doing it if it were not for the stormy weather we are having. Because of that we are not able to work in the corn harvest this morning as I had planned. I really don't mind because I can use the time to a very good advantage. Believe it or not, I have to have some time to prepare for Sunday – if I am able to make myself interesting at all. Even then I sometimes wonder –!!!
You must have a terrible time amidst all the conflict in your home trying to write you “daily” letter. Those “kids” have heaps of fun with you I suppose. I'll bet I could easily guess who is largely responsible for the difficulty you meet with. Your “kid sister!” Am I right? But you can take it can't you, Dolores? I'm sure you can. How I would like to be there sometime when those three girls “gang up” on you. It would be interested wouldn't it? The only hindrance I have to contend with while writing is my radio. Of course I can turn that off if it interferes too much. You can't do that with Mary Evelyn, can you? I'll bet it would be a help if you could.
Have I told you my plans for Sunday evening and Monday? I don't remember whether I did or not. Anyhow I expect to be going down to Hillsdale after service tomorrow night and go hunting with LH Monday morning. Unless I change my mind I will be returning Monday night. Know why? The big reason is because I want to get my mail. I look forward to that every day. And it is nearly time for the mailman to arrive so I must get this letter out.
Love from your
Ted
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