Browsing the blog archives for April, 2011

6/9/1924 we were covered with coal cinders

Washington D.C. Sunday, June 9, 1924 My Darling Florence; At last I arrived this farĀ  OK. Believe me it surely was a long journey. I was so tired when I got here. Riding for two days and two nights. When we left New Orleans they started burning coal and when we woke up the next […]

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6/9/24 just a thought

Just a thought from a girl who wants you to make good more than she wants anything else. Remember she loves you and will love you whether your trip proves victory or defeat.

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6/8/1924 I know I’m foolish, but I guess I was born that way.

Sunday, June 8, 1924 Dearest old pal, Gosh! it’s a doggone lonely world, not much excuse for existance, just plodding along our own weary ways, nothing doing, no excitement, no phone calls to expect and be disappointed if the call doesn’t materialize, no dates, and Sat nite as lonesome as it has been so often […]

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6/8/1924 to be opened Sunday June 8

Fred To be opened Sunday, June 8 Freddy boy, I can’t write much this time, but I only wanted to let you know that “Distance may be measured by thousands of miles, And the ocean might keep us apart, The years might came and might leave us But still lingers the love in our hearts.” […]

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6/7/1924 I love you more than is good for either of us

Read other letter first Big Boy Sweetheart, Did a little birdie ever whisper something in your ear? Yes? Well, let this little birdie whisper something to you. He’s from way down south where the sun is brightly shining and the stars keep watch at night, and he tried to sing my tired eyes to sleep. […]

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6/7/1924 The Wonder Fountain

From The Duke Mansion in Charlotte, NC

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6/6/1924 I wonder if your mother was violently shocked

June 6, 1924 To Wash DC and returned Dearest old Cap – Say, what the dickens are feministic creatures for, anyway?!! They’re about the uselessest animals in this part of the world. I believe about all they’re good for is to cook, sew and cry. Heavy on the latter. Cry! I never imagined I had […]

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