Jan or Feb 1925 Love does many things

Friday nite

1925

Big Dear Sweetheart,

I couldn’t write you a real letter while you were away thru the holidays. I was so busy. You know that if I could have, I would have spent half my time writing you letters, but I just couldn’t. Now I haven’t had much time to write you for there are a million things to do, but after all, Fred comes first.

Sometimes, dear, you doubt my love for you. I do too, dear. I wish I were as steady and sure as you are, but alas! I’m not! But Fritz, darling, could you ask for a surer proof of a girl’s love than a little thought when it is least expected? Could you ask for a surer proof than a telegram on Xmas, for no reason at all except to let you know she hasn’t forgotten you, and was wishing you joy and happiness? It’s only love which prompts me to do the things I believe you enjoy. No, you don’t doubt my love. Still, when I do all these things to prove I love you, you get jealous because another ——–

Oh! Hang! I got off again. But I wonder that you could consider such a thing. You know, I think the surest proof of real love it just to be held real tenderly in someone’s arms, to feel someone’s tender kisses on my lips, to feel there’s a strong shoulder to lean on, to know that that someone isn’t holding me in his arms because he knows he can, but he’s holding me because he loves me, and doesn’t care to hold anyone save me; just to hear him whisper the three little words Δ I Love You, and to know he means them. Also to have his love shown in the little ways he knows pleases and surprises me, to always think of just what can make me happiest.

Fred, dear, you’re someone. I’m the me. I do so try to please you, and surely you couldn’t ask for a girl who would come to your arms quicker than I. Since those things seem to be my idea of proving I love you, I do try to do them. That’s why I’m giving you you this candy. That’s why I’ve taken so much time and trouble to fix the box up especially nice. That’s why I’m writing this note for you. Love does many things, Fred.

I do so love you for being ashamed of having to tell me you’re on pro(?). If you didn’t love me you wouldn’t be ashamed. I love you for telling me that you did was done for me, that you wanted to share with me. I love you for saying I was all the world to you; for telling me as you did once you’d die for me. I love you for saying when we were talking one nite about other boys, “Go ahead, Florence, I’ll et you when school is out.” All I’ll say, dear, is that if I continue to love you several years from now, I’ll be waiting for you. Make good, dear, then come back for me. I’ll be waiting!

It’s hardly any wonder that a girl’s eyes grow wistful and the tears come when she realizes that a strong man who is worthy of her, says he needs her, that he loves her more than life itself. It’s no wonder she looks away into the distance for love is her whole existence. I have the one thing in life that is worth the while — the love of a clean, strong, worthy man – you have something which is dearer than money – the love of a clean, moral girl. one who tries to please you and make you happy.

However, I’m too little to realize what I really do possess, and I pray to Heaven I may wake up some day and realize this “Gift from the Gods” – you – before too late.

I love you, Fred.

Florence.

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8/9/1924 Yours till judgment day

Sat aft

My own Dear Florence;

I am going to Galveston with Thomas and Uncle Herman. I had to work longer than expected so I did not have a chance to write as expected. But this will let you know that I keep my promising[sic] If I get back tomorrow in plenty of time I will write you a long sweet letter.

I bought me a bathing suit so when you come back, saw when you want to go bathing, swimming, or shower bathing.

I have about 5 minutes to get to Eastwood Gates.

Give my love to all of your friends but remember I am sending you all of my love.

Yours till judgment day and with all my love.

Fred

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8/8/1924 Things are not what they may seem at the country

Friday nite

My own Dearest Florence;

I have just read that broken hearted letter of yours. Florence I could have given anything if I could have been there by your side when I read the letter. I am sure that I could have soothed your pains. My Dear I know just how you feel. I can sympathise with you from the depths of my heart.

Darling Dear that letter was from your heart. It was so dear. It showed how you cared for me and how lonesome you were to be back. Oh how glad I would have been to have had the chance to hold you in my arms and let you tell me those kind things. It would have been wonderful to be there and be with you, during your disgusted moments. I am sorry that you did not enjoy your vacation at San Marcos.

I knew that you would not before you left. You are not accustomed to the country ways. If you could have lost your dignity and acted goofy as most country ya-hoos do, you could have had the time of your life. I’ll bet I could show you a good time in the country. Didn’t you know a country dance was the worst place to go for enjoyment.

Things are not what they may seem at the country. Florence probably you did not understand things. But nevertheless my Dear I am glad to hear that you will be back soon. I am waiting every day for the word and when I do get it I will be there waiting anxiously with outstretched arms. Florence I am tired of living life alone. It seems so empty without you. I look forward all day long to see your letter that nite. That is all of the excitement I et and those letters are so dear to me. I wouldn’t trade anything for them. It would take an awfully large force to deprive me of my love for you. One cannot realize what love it until it has an awfully big bolt in them.

Florence dear if San Marcos had been your last place before coming home, I would have wired you that I had met with an accident and for you to come home. I could have helped you this way and things would have been ok.

Florence I have been helping Jay with his racer and it is very late, but I just had to write you before going to bed, so I must stop this time.

My dear I hope to see you soon.

I really hope you enjoy S.A. a lot.

I am sending all my love and sympathy to you, because if you ever needed help you do now. Cheer up and remember that I am your own forever and that I still love you.

xxxx

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xxx

Fred

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8/7/24 I was in perfectly good humor when I wrote it

Houston Texas

Thur nite 8/7/24

My dear little lonesome darling;

This is Thursday nite, I have had my examination and I am staying home with you tonite. I may not be able to see you, but I can surely let you know that I am thinking of you very strongly and love you more than I can express in words. Florence I am so lonesome for you I don’t know just what to do. You have been gone only a short time, but nevertheless I can realize it to the greatest extent. It seems as if the world is divided since you have left me here all along. We have just exchanged plans. It is you who has gone off and left me here and it is not me I who has gone off and left my dear little girl here to mourn. I have to stay here and wish you were here with me. Florence my Dear I miss you so much. I think my heart will break sometimes. The nights are so empty. They seem so long and dreary before bedtime, without hearing your sweet voice.

They also say that a person realizes how they care for one another after they are separated and cannot see each other. It seems as if I have been separated from the world. I have lost something and just go wandering around to find it. Just think you haven’t started to be away from me, yet. When you get this, you will have been gone almost one week. Just 1/4 of your expected tour. Say don’t you have any feelings for your little Freddy boy at all. Gee Florence it seems months since I told you goodbye. I can’t realize that it has been so short a time.

I did not have a chance to write you last night as I went down to take my examination. I went through it perfectly. A boy friend, Herbert Turner also took the examination. Just us two and each one of us went through the work perfectly without a mistake. Thus receiving several congratulations from the members present. Now I will have to await the time, until the boys back home tell me if I can go any further. If I get by ok, I will have another degree taken before your return.

Florence I was so disappointed in you letter that you wrote in answer to the lectures. My own Dear Florence I did not intend to hurt your feelings. Really Dear I did not. Please excuse me, won’t you honey dear. I seems as if I just got started and didn’t stop. I said things that I am sure that I didn’t mean. Don’t think Florence, that I didn’t appreciate what you told me. If you did not love me, you would not have said anything. I think that I should not have said anything about it. I didn’t think that I made it so strong as to hurt your feelings. So you think that you were feeling a little blue when you read the letter. So you think that your heart was in a condition to mist for me when you got it and was disappointed on reading it.

Don’t think that my letter was fiery. I didn’t mean it that way at all. I was in perfectly good humor when I wrote it. Don’t think that you hurt my feelings for you did not. Maybe you didn’t not quite understand me. There is one great trouble in writing that a person cannot express himself clearly. You cannot put emphasis on words to express your exact meaning. The person who writes is probably in one mood and the person who reads may be altogether in a different attitude. There may an infinite number of ways of explaining this, but to make a long story short I did not intend to step on your feeling, not did you intend to hurt my feelings. You are not through with your lectures either. You must do things to help me and I will do things to help you. We are pardners, Florence we should work together. Never yet have you hurt me, by what things you have told me. I do appreciate everything you tell me. Florence I know that it is because you love me that you tell me of things. If you did not we would not talk to each other with such confidence.

Florence did I tell you that I wrote you as a mere duty? I don’t think that I did. It is not the letters that I did. It is not the letters that I write to you, that I consider a duty. It is letters to people that are far fetched.

Florence, I would love to sit here and write to you or talk to you forever. I am so sorry you felt bad when writing this letter. I can see by the letter that your thoughts were divided and you could not concentrate on your letter. It was not the dear love letters that you always write. I could see that the kids were bothering you. Those are the conditions that I write from at times.

Florence I don’t think I told you that my letters to you were a friendly duty. My letter writing to you is of the deep love I have for you. My love is sincere, it comes from the depth of my heart. It is for you and you only. I don’t like for you to act as if you don’t believe what I say, when I know that you do. Florence you know whom I love, and please don’t forget it.

I am going to send this letter to you special do you will get it Fri nite just after dinner. You can read it when you go to bed. You didn’t expect it, that it is why I am sending it.

Please don’t forget your own Fred. I will try to write you every day and Florence it my own true love for you, that comes from my heart, that makes me want to write. I enjoy writing to you but to some people it is not so enthusing.

I am your own dear Fred as long as you want me.

Freddie Boy.

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8/6/1924 and I know you love me truly

8/6/1924

My very onliest, darlingest, sweetest, and most precious Cap’n Big Boy.

Want me to tell you a secret? Huh – well, here is it! Sh_______? —> I love you!

How’s the great big beautiful world this morning? Hot? I guess so. Tonite is the nite of your test. I’ll think of you, dear boy, and know you’re going to come out better than fine! I know it because you know my prophesies are usually true. But oh! I love you so!

I don’t know just why I love you so hugely today, but I just wish I could be with you a while. Why, you’d pass your test and make the highest on it if you were with me in this mood. I feel different than ever before. Aunt Anna and I talked from 9:30 til 12 last nite mostly about you, and, of course, I was careful of what I said, but oh, Fred, what a good feeling it is to have a real true-blue sweetheart whom you can trust. No wonder I love you so. No wonder I’m hurt when you are bad, but I always know that Freddy boy doesn’t mean it. He couldn’t for true love doesn’t do those things. And I know you love me truly.

San Marcos, Texas

Thursday morning

More than ever do I realize and believe the old saying “Anticipation is greater than realization.” Of course I’ve found out before but never quite like this. I’ve waited only 5 years to come visit Bernice. And during that time I’ve looked forward with more than joy at the idea. Isn’t it funny that I left home to seek joy, happiness and a good time, and when I’m away I find that after all, I’ve left happiness behind – far behind. I’m not happy here. I’m miserable. I’ve been here about 12 hours, and already I detest the place, the people, and Berniece’s house. I find that “all is not gold that glitters.” Perhaps this town is the height of fun and a good time. However, I can’t find it because these good times don’t appeal to me. Fred, I’ve got worse than the blues. I’m so sick, and the ache is down so deep in my heart, I can’t even cry. This is positively the life I loathe – the life I detest, and I don’t see how I can live it for a week without going insane. But what am I to do? I can’t leave Berniece. It would hurt her terribly. She’s never forgive me, but I can’t endure this. here’s the way it is. Remember, dear, you can trust me, for I love you, besides would I do anything I hate, really and trule detest?

Well, I had some wild rides yesterday – at lunch yesterday, Berniece came by Aunt Anna’s and wanted me to pack up and go with her. I did, and we left S.A. in a Ford Coupe and 2 o’clock and then stopped in New Braunfels a while, then on here. At 5 o’clock I was introduced to the family, Gosh!

Then at 6, I proceeded to get ready for a picnic at New Brainfels. Well, here’s the part I detest – all this freedom. I was to go with a boy from here, but he had to work, so I went with another incipid j. b. in an open Ford roadster. Of course, I could have kicked but I thought others was no use being a prude. We planned at first to all go in a Buick, but this other boy couldn’t go and neither could his Buick, so we parted. Of course, the boy was a total stranger, and I detested him. He didn’t touch me, that wasn’t why I hate him. But he was impossible. Anyway, we rode to New Braunfels and I just flew. I was sans hat. We had engine trouble and got there in time to undress, swim 10 minutes and then have to get out. Well, so much for that! We had lunch, then danced. I couldn’t even tell you about the dancing. But I hated it. I hated the men, the boys, the small town girls who think they’re attractive looking like white washed fences, touched up heavily with carmine lips! But I laughed and managed to have a fairly good time so Ber couldn’t see it. My life and hers are very different, I’ve found. Well, anyway at about 10:30, we started on the 20 mile ride, and we got home at 1. The dear old j. b. wanted to show me San M. by nite, and he succeeded. I asked him to take me home, but Berniece hadn’t gotten home yet so we just rode. Oh, nothing happened. But it was so abominable. A bumpy Ford roadster on terrible roads, and I wanted home.

But anyway, we rode and rode and finally pulled in a few minutes after 1. Then Berniece + her date, and me and mine (you know I claim such distinction at having a date with an incipid j. b. whom I hate) sat on the steps and I talked til 1:30 and then went to bed. So at 6 o’clock this morning after a sleepless nite. I got up and tried to figure out a solution to this dilemma. And then I started writing to you. Fred, dear, what can I do? I haven’t even been here a day but I couldn’t endure a week of it. I’d just die. I don’t want to hurt Berniece’s feelings, but I just can’t stay, so what am I to do? I guess I can hold out over the weekend and then leave, but I couldn’t stay a minute longer. Oh, well I’m strong and healthy, I guess. I won’t pass out. But I just will go insane.

I’m about to scream, so I guess I’d better stop. It seems like Fate has played me a dirty trick, and it seems a pity, but I’m getting real cynical about it.

There’s another dance at Lockhart, about 30 miles from here tonite. i don’t know whether I’ll have the nerve to go. I loathe this small town life. Berniece wants to give me a bridge party, pretty soon, but I think I’ll be gone.

Fred, I think my heart’s just slowly cracking. I’ve got an insane desire to just scream and cry.

Remember I love you, dear. I wish you could help me. I don’t know when I can write again. Of course, I’ll do my best.

A wasp stung me yesterday coming over from San A and this morning it’s as big as a house. It’s right on my shoulder blade.

I have to go. I love you – love you – love you – and I’ll see you soon.

Your own

Florence

Don’t address my mail here – send it to S. A. for I expect to leave here very soon. Send it to the same place.

 

 

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8/6/1924 The Menger – 300 rooms, 200 baths

Sat

Dear Old Timer.

Just a word for Mon. I don’t know whether I can write tomorrow. I never know what Sun will bring. But I want you to know I am thinking of you, love you, etc, and as long as it only takes 2 cents to tell you so,  I’m not too proud for that.

Yours,

Florence

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8/5/1924 such a hot day that I almost melted

Houston, Texas

Aug 5, 1924

My Dear little Queen,

Oh, I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean to call you my Queen. You said you did not like that, so I will have to call you my princess, all right. Well little Princess how does the world treat you in San Antonio. I’ll bet you are just overcrowded with joy. I got your card today and do say that is a very beautiful place. It looks like the places you read about. I would like to take a trip like that where I had plenty to time to do all of the things that I suddenly had a desire to do.

Do you find time to sleep, with so many things to do. There is one thing that I hope you do not forget. That is, don’t forget to write to your little Fritzy boy down here. I just look forward to getting your letters. They mean so much to me, when you are gone. You know how it is to be back here and be lonesome. You have had a taste of it and you know how glad you were to hear from me, when I was gone. My day seems a dead one, without reading a letter from my own Dear Girl. I am really disappointed when I do not get a letter when I expect it.

Florence, my Darling, Sat and Sun sound lost to me, without you. I knew I could not see you, but nevertheless I had a hankering desire to go call you and tel you that I would be out. It make be a little blue. I couldn’t help from being so lonesome. It’s hard to be without you Florence. You see, tho’ Florence, I must not tell you that I am lonesome for you or anything like that, because I do not want you to feel bad about it and get the Blues. I want you to have a good time and really enjoy yourself.

This was such a hot day that I almost melted. I thought 5 o’clock would never come. The day was so long and I was tired, too. You know I get tired occasionally. It’s natural for a person to do that. Especially you and I.

But who do you want me to go to the picture show with, while you are away. Shall I go or shall I wait for you to go with me. I expect I’ll wait for my own darling Florence. I am so sleepy that I can hardly keep my wits about me.

If I don’t get a letter from you tomorrow, I don’t know what I will have to do to you. Give a paddling I suppose. I do that so much you know, that it becomes natural for me to say that. C!

Don’t forget the one who loves you so dearly and please try to write often.

Your own Fred

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8/4/1924 a very unfortunate bit of news was told me today

Houston, Texas

August 4, 1924

My Dear Little Princess:

I have just returned from taking some of my lessons and it is a little past a working man’s bed-time but nevertheless I must write my little girl a note at least. After I got through tonite our conversation let to a friendly conversation of various things which some people may call “bull”, while others would term it, real conversation nothing out of the ordinary, but just everything in General.

No people killed or anything like that. So you see I am still sound in all parts as before a very unfortunate bit of news was told me today. They say that we have to work all day Sat and not get off at noon. This is terrible. How will I stand it. Maybe, you can solve the mystery. Just how will I survive, with your powerful aid, I can stand most anything. Do you see how I believe in you.

Now, make your bow to the world, little sponsor of the Rice Track Team. If some consider that I am the team, then in turn, I ought to be able to say who the Sponsor will be. I like to select my own true Guardian. So it shall be. Now will you make a deep bow to the world with a wide, wide grin and make it stretch from ear to ear and cover your face. How’s that. Not impossible is it?

You are not in S.A. [San Antonio] Just overflowing with joy, I am sure your youthful curiosity is probably sprouting out on you, as I can visualize it and you are looking in every bend of that Mexican town for new things of interest. Dos the Mexican River, run straight for 100 yards or is it just 25 yds. I have heard that the passes in front of every house in S.A. a snake would break its back if he attempted to navigate it. So much for the River. How’s the chili. I’ll bet you are living from one meal to the next to get some “cold” chili. Do you eat much. Look out, be careful, don’t hit me too hard. Be easy, first attempt should not be so bad. Pardon me, will you. Fine!

I must go now to meet you again in the Hay field. I must press[?] hay now as it is late.

Your’s till the Bull frog sprouts wings and stops __________________?

With lots & lots of love,

your own Fred

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8/4/1924 Everything’s blurred and backwards

9:15 pm Sunday

The Alamo City

Texas

My Dearest Big Boy,

Hero to the rescue! Please come help me. You never knew a more tired more utterly worn out and bruised girl in you life. Oh, I’m impossibly sore! and sick! In the first place. I’m so darned homesick I could cry with every breath-and I want you. And, second, today has been some excitement. At about 11 o’clock we started for New Braunfels, about 30 miles from here. Fred, honestly, it is wonderful. The clear, cold water, all the seaweed, the beautiful rustic spots where one could just live forever, and forget the world. the glorious swimming pool, etc. were marvelous! We had a glorious time. Two cars of us went. My aunt + uncle in one, their 2 kids + me, then my other aunt, her 2 adventurous boys + Sis in the other car – and off we set!

We took a little boat trip up the river after dinner, then we took a little walk, then we took a big swim. My dear, the water was like crushed ice! I nearly froze to death. We stayed in about 3 hours. It’s the clearest,  coldest water I was ever in. I guess I swam miles. But I went across the whole pond holding a show with one hand trying not to get it wet, and I was nearly gone. Sis had to drag me in, But now for the 5 thrills. so new and so maddeningly scary. Really, I’ve been scared before, but never so much so I could hardly move. Here’s the way it was.

There’s a big trolly up on a high stand. I shall draw you a little picture of it. (see letter for illustration)

Anyway. It’s up about as high as the second story of a house – or higher – It looks like it’s up in the sky. But you climb a ladder – a very crazy one, too. and then you climb another ladder. and you finally ascend near Heaven. Then you grab hold of the trolley, give a push, and down you go. Well, I got as far as grabbing the rope, but I was too scared to turn loose and go down. Oh, I was paralyzed. I knew I’d never live to get over it. I couldn’t be a piker so I grabbed for dear life, gritted my teeth, and prayed the good Lord for quick deliverance. I was too scared to scream. But, Fred, it’s fun. Why, it’s the biggest + best thrill I’ve had. Oh, it’s mortally thrilling and scary. I went down 3 times and each time I was as scared as before. Then they all went over to a sliding board as long as a house with one fierce dip in  it. Well, still I couldn’t be a piker, and I was so scared I couldn’t breathe but I closed my eyes + fears + slid and it was slow torture. When I hit the water it was worse then all the spankings you could ever give me. Heavens! But it was anther thrill. That makes 4. Then the fifth was – I saw Bernice there. I think I’m going up there Wed. Bernie was down there for a swim and you can imagine my surprise to see her of all people. We filled up on hamburgers then came home about 8:30 so tired we could hardly move. I’m so tired I hardly have energy enough to drag this pencil across the page. I’m going at snail’s pace even now.

Dear heart, I’m so lonesome for you. You know, I’ve been gone 1 whole day, but so much has happened in those 2 days, I’ve nearly lost all count. The trip was awfully long and terribly tiresome and horribly boring, and I was so dead + my eyes hurt so much, and oh! I was all in. I unpacked and then went to bed. But I couldn’t sleep. So I got up and watched a big search light up town, and cried a little, then I went back to bed + cried myself to sleep for Mother and Fred. I have never been homesick before, but I wanted to pass out. Trip or no trip, I wanted to be home. Today however, I’m a little more sensible and I’m not so impossible, but I’ll tell you, if I don’t get over this very soon, I’m going to wire you to meet me at a certain train, and I’ll be home.

I’m in the dearest home, and everything’s so nice, but – oh well, I’ll get over it.

Say, I’m so sleepy I can’t write anymore. Everything’s blurred and backwards, so I’ll have to say goodnite.

I’m going down to have  shampoo + water wave set in my hair + get some gunk to get my hair to grow, so I have to get up early.

‘Scuse this goofy letter.

I’m your own but sleepy.

xxxxx

Florence

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A little non-letter post

First, apologies for getting a little behind in posting letters. This is an “extracurricular” project and it has had to be put a bit on the back burner while work, life and whatnot has come to the front. I will attempt to remedy the situation soon and be more diligent.

 

I received some rather cool news today: The Letters of Fred and Florence are now included on alltop.com in their relationship section!! If you use Alltop, you can add The Letters to your feed. I am so excited that (hopefully) more people will stumble on the site and enjoy the development of Fred and Florence’s relationship.

 

The Letters is also on Facebook. You can see some additional images and find out when the latest letters have been posted.

 

As always, I welcome comments and emails about this project. I also invite you to share it with people you think may enjoy it.

 

Regards and updates soon,

 

Sheridan

 

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