7/15/23 How are the dances and Jelly Beans coming

Caguntown

July 15, 1923

My Dearest Florence;

Today I am sitting up at the table to write you. Whose orders? My own. I felt so good and so tired staying in bed that I just got up to write to you. You see I didn’t want to lie down and try it as I have been doing. I haven’t much pain and I am going to try to go to work tomorrow nite if the Doctor will let me, but I think he will not as he has said a couple of days more. You startle my by your expression about my leg. Not serious, no it’s not serious, just inconvenient. Ha! Ha! Ain’t that funny. I was almost at the state of having my leg cut open from my knee to foot. NO not serious, just inconvenient. Ain’t that funny. Ha! Ha! Now laugh, it’s time to laugh and I sure think that’s funny too. Real comical isn’t it. Just to think I have kept you in suspense and you thought my leg was hurt. I am so sorry for that. Excuse me, won’t you. I think that’s an awful thing to do. Just keep a little girl is suspense over a small thing. So, sorry. Yes laugh all you like. It’s just a mere scratch.

How are the dances and Jelly Beans coming. Hope OK. Sure having a good time, aren’t you? Isn’t it just wonderful to be a girl, go to all the dances, parties everywhere, any time, etc. and lose all the friends a person has

4:45 PM

Say, don’t let me keep you from going to Sullins, Columbia or any of those schools. I want you to go to Rice very much indeed but I think you would do yourself an injustice by going if you don’t want to. But if you are only going to Rice for fun, I am afraid it will last only until Xmas. But I do want you to go, really I do.

Just wait a minute I’ll be back.

5:00 PM

Say little girl you had better wake up. You say nobody ever heard of twin double beds. Ha Ha. That’s a good one on you. Sure there are twin double beds, lots of them here. (For four in the room tee hee)

6:20 PM

Who’s the latest these days? How many times have you changed hands since I’ve left?

7:30

Listen Florence, I’ve asked you if you wouldn’t cut out that dancing till your ankles get well. You haven’t ptomised – ? Don’t you think there is more in this wide world than these little frivolous J.B. Dances. Think it over. If you won’t do that for me, all right, hop to you.

Good bye with oodles of love

Fred

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7/13/23 I can lay here and read and that’s about all

Caguntown

Friday 13

My Dear Florence.

I am getting along about the same. Not much better, only Doc says it will be a week or 10 days before I can go back. I will do my best to get along. I can lay here and read and that’s about all. I do not have much pain, only a little. I keep a hot water bottle on it all the time. I don’t think it will be long before I get OK. I am sorry i cannot write any better, but I am in such an awful position to write. I would like to get many letters while I am laying here thinking of you. Don’t expect me to write much, Florence because I can hardly do it right now. Say don’t you write to El Campo and tell them that I am in bed, because mama will be worried to death. Don’t mention it please, Florence. I will have to let the post man take this now.

Lots & Lots of love

Fred

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7/11/23 Just like a little boy with a new tin horn

Port Arthur

July 11, 1923

My Dearest Florence;

Today things are a little better concerning the invalid. I feel just a thousand percent better. Only I have not the permission to get out of bed yet. I hope soon. The Dr was to come to see me today but he is not here yet and it is 3 o’clock. Did I tell you what happened to my leg? If I did not, I will proceed. I came back from the cafeteria with four bottles of coffee in my hand riding a bicycle. I rode right into the machine shop and when I went to turn a corner I lost my balance. The centrifugal force threw me outward and I threw my whole weight on my shin against a sharp piece of faced iron on a piece of machinery. The result was that I cut my leg about 1 1/4 inches long and clear to the bone. Then I bruised the ligaments and muscles next to this. I immediately went to the first aid room and called the Doctor to come out. This was 6:00 pm Thursday 7/5/23. Well, he dressed it and I felt pretty goof so I went back to work. It did not hurt me much until Sunday. Altho’ it did hurt some. It began to swell and pain. I went out Monday morning and he said that I probably hurt the bone. I thot so at first, but he confidently said no. Well I immediately came home and went to bed and have been here ever since. But my leg is so much better. The muscles hurt clear to my hip, but do not give me trouble now. So you see Florence my Dearest I am getting along pretty good; within a few days I will be able to get around all right. I have not been able to write with much thought the last week, as the conditions did not allow.

I surely was glad to get your letter yesterday. Just at the right time I needed one the most. Florence, you can’t imagine how good it did make me feel when Ike came in and said I had a letter from my “fair one.” I had been thinking of you so much as I laid here and it sure was great to get a letter on top of all the good thoughts. But sure enough, I did. Florence today my heart almost melted. I was dreaming that you and I, (others too) were at a dance just having a wonderful time. I awoke about half conscious and a Victrola  next door had on it play a very beautiful violin piece. Then I could see you so plain, playing for me, then night before I left. It was so real. I could hardly believe myself when I awakened. Then things were so unreal. Then I just thought of you a long-long time. Maybe my letters do not show the feeling I have in my heart for you, but dear one it surely is there. I can’t tell you how much time I do spend with you running through my mind, but it’s a great deal, nevertheless.

But that is no news you already know that don’t you?

The oil tank is on fire. Lightening struck an earthen oil tank at Texas Co, containing over 80,000 barrells of crude oil. It is burning and has been for about 30 hours. The sky is covered with smoke just as if a heavy rain were going to happen right quick. Drops of oil go up with the smoke and everything in town is black as charcoal. Ike went to breakfast this morning and ruined a good white shirt. It is a stickly soot. The shell roads are black, the roofs of houses are black and if anyone should stay out in it, they would surely acquire the same color.

Ike came home about 2:30 pm and said the conditions were such that they were forced to cease work for the day. You know he is working on the pipe line and that is a man’s job. He sure has the grit and spirits to stay with it. I would like to see come of those jellies in Houston, that I know, so some work like that. I have been trying to get him to go and try to get transferred but he hasn’t yet. You said in your letter that I was going out, having a good time with girls. Where did you get that, or were you only kiddin’? Sometimes I don’t know how to take your statements. I really don’t care much about running around here. I haven’t seen any good looking girls here, yet. I haven’t met but, about 15 or so and none appeal to me, so you see I am not interested.

Listen, Florence do you mind if I ask you a question. If you don’t or do you can answer it if you so desire, if you do not it’s all right. What is wrong that you are not able to sleep? You told me that your father was in a storm and was nervous and I thought that was the reason for him, but I did not think you were nervous. Don’t think I am too curious. Another thing I want to ask of you. Please cut out these dances until your ankles get well. Florence you will do this for me, won’t you? If you really care for me you will, you know the feelin’ I have for you, so please Florence think the situation over seriously and do as you think best. Maybe you can sacrifice a few good times now for some later.

Hurrah!

In the midst of all this your letter just arrived. Glad? Just like a little boy with a new tin horn. I was surely glad to get it. Gee, Florence if I only had you here. Oh boy, how I do appreciate that. Sure made me feel good. I think I have already told enough in the fore part of the letter to explain why I am an invalid (temporarily) But the Doctor says I will be all right in a few days and my leg will not be damaged at all. The lady in the apartment is a Graduate Nurse with 8 yrs experience and so you see I am fortunate. My leg will be weak for a week or so. But I will be all right soon, so don’t worry dear.

I wish I had known you were going to Heights to a dance I would have given you the names of some people whom you might have been pleased to know. Yes, I know Homer Smith. He’s a Jew I think, or at least he picks them for company.

I thought I would get to finish this page and write on other side but Doctor came, put on some antiseptic stuff. Sure did burn. I am not comfortable so will have to quit.

Good bye Dear

Fred

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7/10/1923 I am a fine hunk-o-cheese am I not

Tuesday

My Dearest Little Girl;

I am a fine hunk-o-cheese am I not. Getting such a long sweet letter and not answering it. But just wait, I will as soon as I get able. My leg is much better today. It is not so painful. I can stand on it with much more ease. But nevertheless I have to stay in bed, keep my foot elevated. Also have to keep the bandage damp with an antiseptic solution and a hot water bottle over it. I will be able to get up and go back to work in a few days. When I wrote that last note, by leg was paining my so bad that I could not see straight. I suppose you could tell that by the way I stuck my words together.

We have a much better room now. Jesse moved with his brother. Ike and I moved here. After we moved, Fred Johnson wanted to move with us also, so we finally got the people to let him in. 3 of us. I will have to tell you about it. We have 2 rooms. A living room about 16′ x 16′ and a sleeping porch 8′ x 16′. We have twin single beds on the porch. It is open on 2 sides with a window and door on the other. Then in other room we have two rockers, to straight chairs and a writing table, dresser with 3 mirrors. 2 are moveable on hinges.

Have to sit down just like a girl, C?

We have a davenport & 2 large closets. Also a bath with hot & cold water, adjoining. Surely are nice people here, too. The man and lady who own the apartment house line in the other part of this apartment. Things are so much more convenient. We pay 40.00 per month rent. That is very reasonable for this town.

Gee I wish I would get a long letter from you today. Ike will go by the other place when he comes from work. I have not written because I have not been able but when I get OK I am going to try to make up for lost time. I wish I was in Houston so you could come and cheer me up. Wouldn’t that be great, Florence. You are so dear to me. I wouldn’t trade your faithful friendship for the world. Gee Florence, but I can’t help it. I am just that way. All the good times we have had together, the dear precious letters you have written. Florence I just can’t help but think so much of you. I have had lots of time to think of you since I have been in bed and I surely have done so when I get to feelin sorta, (you know). I get out that long masterpiece of yours and read & read. Then that darling picture of yours. It surely is good. Thanks so much. Were any of those pictures we took that Sunday any good?

Florence, my Dear I don’t know if you can make this out or not, but when you are liing down it is very hard to put out a good style of penmanship. So let me hear from you real, real soon.

Your Fred

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7/9/1923 as soon as I get eased

7/9/23

Darling Florence,

Will write as soon as I get eased. I am going to bed now. I have injured my leg. Probably the bone. Anyway it is very Painful.

I will write soon.

With Love

Fred

I have moved to 1021 – 9th

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7/5/1923 They had a glorious celebration here yesterday

Port Arthur, Texas

July 5, 1923

My Dearest Florence;

I really don’t know what to write. I haven’t gotten a letter in so long. I got a note this morning also one Tuesday. You said in this letter that you were not going to write ’till you got an answer to the letter that I got Tuesday. Well, I just don’t know how you want me to answer it. I did not expect to say anything much about it because I knew you were only joking just like I was when I wrote. I expected a long letter to follow this one but it did not. I could not realize it, but I would lots rather have a good one like you are sending then a sketch.

I don’t know why you haven’t written, because I think I have tried to keep up my end of it. Have I not. I surely would have been disappointed if I had not gotten a letter from you this morning. I got up at 6:00 and went back to sleep at 6:30. then rose again at 10:30 I knew at 11:00 I would get a letter from my Dear little girl. So I did. But Florence it was not as I expected.

Why don’t you write to me confidentially and tell me your troubles. Florence Dear I want to cheer you up, if I can. It will not hurt. Why don’t you do it. because 2 1/2 months is a long time yet. So tell them to me in a long long letter. I will do my best to realize things with you. Won’t you do it Dear. I don’t think they will look so foolish. Just try it. I think I can understand don’t you think so. Tell me what you have been so blue about. Why you have been crying. Maybe I can help you. Let’s try, Florence. What is it that is sinking. What caused all of your disappointment, your sadness. Really Florence I do want to know and I know you will trust me with them, won’t you?

They had a glorious celebration here yesterday. Sure were lots of people. So darn many Cajuns tho’. Sure is griping to see so many of them. Some can’t a word of English and there are not any that can speak good English. You can’t appreciate a good place you’re gone. I wish many many times that I were in Houston for the summer. But I ain’t.

My mind is not working right today for good letters for some reason. I have not felt very well the last few days. A dull headache and my stomach kinda not so so but I am feeling pretty good now. Maybe a good long letter would brighten things up.

Lots of Love,

Fred

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7/2/1923 separation does make a heart grow fonder

Port Arthur

July 2, 1923

My Darling Florence;

To begin with I must tell you a tragedy what has the climax and the conclusion at the Same point. This morning I was waiting, waiting, waiting for who The Postman at nine thirty I looked at my watch. It’s only 30 minutes more ’till he gets here. Then at 10 o’clock he was not here. 10:30, not here, and at eleven o’clock I saw him coming from across the street. I just knew I had some mail. I saw him count out four letters. Then I was almost positive. Smiles and cheer of my heart appeared on the scene. I went to get ’em. Two for Jesse, one for Ike and not any for me. The first time on Monday that it happened. Then the story ended just as I was beginning to see a long letter from you. But I didn’t get it. You have been so wonderful about writing that I almost knew you would write so I could start the week off right.

I could just shoot somebody. I don’t know. Ike or Jesse one. I just looked at your picture and there is an ink spot on it. Just wait till they get home. I am going to work them over. Sure made me mad. They didn’t mean to do it I am sure, but nevertheless they will be asleep when I get home tonite and look out.

There it goes again. Just 25 times already since 11:30, only 1:00 pm now. “You’ve got to see mama every nite.” Just struck here and a little bobbed haired kinkey head little girl across the street has played it at least 25 times since she came home at 11:30 with it. It’s taking the town. Today is the first time I heard it since I have been here. Ike was talking to a boy in New Orleans the other week and he says we have a new piece that just came to town and it sure is a good one. He asked him what it was and started off with “You’ve Got to See Mama Every Nite.” So you see this is some dump here. They are right up to date in everything, not far behind.

Yesterday we had nothing to do as usual so we went down to look at the Cajuns. Sure are a sight. They are a low class of French from LA. About 40% of the laborers at the refineries are composed of them. They are sure some dudes. You know some who think they are lady killers. One who works in one of the machine shops, for instance,  went to work the other day with some Valentine’s pants on. The pockets were like in overalls, extreme bell bottom. Real long and almost his his shoes which were patent leather dance pumps. He stacombed his hair and wire a silk shirt. Oh boy he was the shiek. They are a gripe to all the white people here. They sure hate ’em. One girl wrote to her sweetheart here and says Oh Dearie I would rather be lookin at ye then wroten at ye. Then they think they are really handsome.

There are lots of college men here. Most of them working on pipe lines. They sure treat ’em rough. Last nite I met a boy who I had previously met in Georgetown, who attends Southwestern. He joined our gang, made five. Then I met a boy who works in the machine shop, who had just won a box of chocolate candy at the pleasure pier. I introduced him around, we ate the candy. They he says says he that we might take a spin in his Ford. So we did. Well the nite ended with Ike writing to Jessamine.

What have you been doing with yourself my Dear? Still having a good time. I just wish I could be there. My Sunday’s are so long. I would like to do something interesting of course things are just a little more pleasant since I have met so many people. I have quite an acquaintance here now. I know just lots of the college boys but Florence Dear you know I would like to be out with some girls. I can have such a better time. Don’t you think so. Boys are good and you can have a good  time but one things gets old. It seems a year since I have seen you and it’s not quite a month. Doesn’t it seem so long. I will be so happy when I see Houston that I will rise up and yell. Darn this dump. I sure wish I hadn’t left. There is nothing here for young people. A Pleasure Pier but all the alley rats and Cajuns go there. But I must not worry just a you said my Dear, that separation does make a heart grow fonder. I have thought of you so much and wondered what you were doing. My thoughts of you almost continuously. When I look out and see the stars I can’t help but to think of you. It is time for me to go out to work now. Florence My Dear don’t forget that I love you lots and think the world of you.

Fred.

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6/30/1923 just talk & talk to our heart’s content

Port Arthur

June 30, 1923

As you have always been;

This I must tell you. I have kept it from you for about a week. I should have told you before, but please excuse me this time. I shan’t do it again. I will always tell you. It is a blue eyed – golden curley headed blonde. It has been only a week or more since she has come into my young life. She is surely pretty. Those beautiful eyes. They make you sit up and take notice. ‘Tis a thing that seldom happens. Her name is Helen. Last Sunday I went out riding with her for about four hours. Then came in and had supper with her. Strange, isn’t it. But listen ole Dear it’s not very serious, so don’t get worried, but really she is very pretty and just as cute as they make ’em. There is only one fault I have with her so far and that is, she is too young. She will be nine months old very soon and that’s just a little bit too young. Tee hee. You thought I was serious, didn’t you. But nothing like that.

Last nite when I got home I saw a letter on the dresser from my Dearest, a fat one too. Then again this morning one came. Gee that was thrilling you don’t know how they make me feel, Florence. Just as you explained in it in yur letter. If a letter in the morning the days go off fine. Isn’t the truth. Isn’t it the truth. I surely do enjoy them heaps, you can’t imagine how they do cheer me up when I have the blues. Why, Florence, those sweet letters you send are wonderful. I just can’t express in words my appreciation for them. I can just lie down and be dead from the rest of the world when I read you  letters. They are so interesting to me. They are just like you, too. That’s what makes them so wonderful.

Ike has a job at the Texas Co. working on the pipe line. When he asked them, told them that he was a chemical engineer He said “What are you looking for, something easy.” Ike told him that he wanted to make some money. They put him on the pipe line and believe me it sure is hard work. Poor Ike I sure feel sorry for him. He’s so little and not as strong as some husky’s and they are handling 12 inch pipe.

He and an A&M graduate started together. By the way this boy lived in El Campo 12 yrs ago. I remember him faintly, will see him tomorrow.

Ike sure did work those two days and on the third today. Last nite as I entered the door I smelled my rubbing solution that I used in track season. Ike had rubbed his sore tired muscles.

Now on my work I have run nine of the eleven machines in my section. I am on a machine now that doesn’t take much work. I am sitting down, watching it run about 2/3 of the time. and when I am working, changing the parts I take my time. So you see I am not overworked. I am getting more then some men that have been there for two years. I am getting 60¢ and some are only getting 45¢ and 50¢ so you see I was rather fortunate. But when I get all done that I want to it won’t be much. This next pay day I am going to make an attempt to join the Masons if I have enough to start it. Then I can go to de Molay + Masonic affairs, if accepted. But I am surely going to send in my application the first chance I get.

I got a letter the other day from Rice saying that they not only gave me a mess hall job but they gave me the concessions at Football ground. So anything that is sold on the athletic field during season, I will get the profits, C? Ain’t it good to do some athletic work. Sure pays to try doesn’t it Dearest. You see I not only get the money for this but I get the experience and learn the method of making money, which is the foundation of success.

Say won’t you tell me about the gossip that has been spreading about you. Won’t you please. Tell me all about your troubles. I want to know. I have asked you before but you didn’t say anything about it. But I really do want you to tell them to me and I am sure you will; and be specific and not general.  Why have you been worried the way you acted lately? Tell me all, won’t you? Is it that you have been give others the impression that you have forgotten. If so, you tell them to go jump in the lake and play with the waves. Cause you haven’t. Tell me all about this affair. I promise not to tell anyone, any time. It will relieve my suspense.

Tomorrow is Sunday and rest all day. all the Gang will again meet and have a big bull pen some where. It’s so good to get a bunch together that know each other so well and talk of olden times, build air castles and things. But when we have a reunion in Houston, the bunch that Florence and I know so well, won’t it be glorious. I think that I may quit down here a week before school starts and spend that week at home or work up till school starts then cut classes for a few days. But I think I will have P:A about Sept 15 and go to Houston, see my Dearest then onto El Campo.

But that’s 2 1/2 months but I am looking forward to it and it may be a short time. You know it’s always good to look forward to something good.

The Postman brought a letter for Ike this morning from Jessamine. Don’t you know he will be tickled to death. Florence my Dearest I sure hope you do get to some to P.A. this summer and most of all the 4th. That sure would be great. I and you could have the time of our lives together. We could just talk & talk to our heart’s content. It’s good to think about.

My only Dear little girl it’s time for me to go to work, but always you will be in my thoughts even tho’ I shall be compelled to end this.

I am yours till the fishes quit the seas. Lots of Love

Fred

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6/28/1923 you feel like you have the world by the tail

Port Arthur, Tex

June 28, 1923

My Dearest little Girl;

Here I sit, take my pen in hand and commence, to start, to begin, – is that the way it’s suppose to start. Ha Ha Another thrill just a few minutes ago, a long sweet letter from Houston. Gee I was sure glad to get it. I had just been thinking of you too and you know that made it all the sweeter. I half way expected a letter, then I didn’t. but when I did get it I knew I would have a long pleasant chat with Florence. Just so glad you came back to Earth the last few letters. They are so good. I just adore you for the way you write. You are such a master at it and you know they are the kind that we all like to get. Don’t it?

This morning I almost slept through breakfast you know I don’t get to bed until 11-45. I work till 11:00 and I slept till 7:50 and breakfast closes at 8:00 so I did hurry. I would not have gone, but I had to work and I knew I needed it altho’ I was sleepier then hungry. I think before long we will move from here to a place cooler. It is so uncomfortable when it is warm. I am sweating blue blazes right now. I am going out in pursuit of a good room, 2 room apartment or something where it is cooler, this is too hot. If I don’t find a good Room today, we will probably advertise that 3 Rice studes want Room and Board in private home. That’s what I want, something where a person can enjoy a little home life. This is only a warm place to sleep. Run across the street to eat. You sure don’t know what hope is, until you are away. If you knew the conditions you wouldn’t blame us.

I am learning lots, enjoy my work, like my foreman but I sure wish that I had made an extra effort to find some work I wanted in Houston. Get that grease on you, in skin and it won’t come out. Just sweat it out. Can’t wear any deasent clothes for fear of ruining the and most discontent of all is the water. Have to drink imported H2O or rain water.

So far in this letter, I have only found discontentment and wrote it, but I must get away from that. But I just wanted my Florence to know it. I just can’t feature all this bunk.

Say, I would like to meet blue eyed, bobbed hair curley cheeked little girl you have there. I know she is cute from your description. If I should meet her, maybe I would fall for her. Wish I could meet her, tho’

I surely do wish I could go with you to have all those good times, but I can’t so go little girl and have a good time for us both. It’s impossible for me to do it, at present.

Now about the road to Dever’s I do now know much about it, but as far as I know it hasn’t rained so terribly much here. Most of the roads here are paved, but the dirt roads are as dry as a boneyard. If it is the Roads, I am planning much on seeing you the 4th don’t let them bother you. Where do these people live? Do you think it is a good chance of you coming. I am sure hoping for it,  my Dear.

About school next fall.

Dearest Rice and C./A. are my choice. But before you consider State you ought to look over the conditions. I don’t think I would go there on a bet, I am very partial to C./A. because I think they teach a girl something about life that she should know. Some of the principles that they should all know. But above Rice there is none to my fancy. Let me tell you Florence, my dearest you call Mr. Samuel G McCann at Rice, the Registrar. Make an appointment, go out and talk to him. You tell him your situation and he will gladly give you some personal advice. He is a very nice man and you will like him fine. But don’t mention me. I don’t think it would aid much, but if you desire you may. But nevertheless when you come out of his office you feel like you have the world by the tail. He will give you some excellent advice. If wearing the clothes at C./A. keep you away why don’t let that hurt you, because you know, quality is below the skin, and if clothes made a person I would not have much chance. Please go out and talk to Mr. McCann.

I just look to my side and saw you smiling at me Florence. Your picture is at my side and you are always smiling. Gee, if it where only you. Oh Florence my dear how I would like for it to be you. But when we do see each other won’t it be great. And when you come to P.A. of  Florence and they are to have a big celebration here, the barbecue you mentioned. Let me tell you something, it’s a secret, don’t tell it. If you come down here I’ll get some fire-crackers. Don’t you want to shoot ’em? It would be great like boyhood days again. Are all of you coming down. It’s only about four or five hour ride in a car. Won’t we have fun. I’ll say we will. This is not much of a composed letter to my Dear little Florence who is expecting one so much, but my Dear I am so blooming hot that it’s awful to try to write.

With Loads of Love

Freddie.

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6/27/1923 just like a book of love

Port Arthur, Tex

June 27, 1923

Florence my Dearest;

Hurrah! Ike is here. Yesterday when I came back from dinner who was sitting on the porch but Ike. The know [?] that sap got here at 12 o’clock ad instead of coming on to the house, he ate dinner at a cafe downtown. Well we phones out to the Texas Co [now Texaco] and he told Ike to come out this morning and they could have plenty of time to give the matter a serious thought and talk it over. That is where Ike is now. I am sure he will get a job, but what kind I do not know. I wish he could get a job like mine (I don’t hurt myself working) He may get a job in the Lab, but the only way I know is to wait and get the results. There was n place where we could get Ike a room that we knew of and to be good, so Jesse and I have him in our room on a cot. I wish we could get a bog cool room for all three of us. There are a bunch of Rice boys here. They are about to complete some apartment houses here and I am going to see if I can get several rooms over there and get a whole bunch together. Won’t that be good if we can. but I am primarily interested in getting us three together or so Ike & I can be together. He was sure glad to see us and to come over here. Of course he was not more glad that I. He was so tired of being in that bunch. Kinda low class people. the conditions were very bad. I don’t blame him.

Just got your charming epistle. I was so glad to get it. I really did not expect it. But the one I got yesterday. OH. my. how can you write such a masterpiece. I was trying to go to sleep all morning but I just knew I had a letter coming and I knew if I went to sleep I might not wake up when the Postman came. I did not realling [?] know just how you were going to answer my letter. It surely was great. 7 folders just like a book of love. I enjoyed it so much that I took thirty minutes of intermission and read it again. I had a little head ache before I started but when I finished it was all gone. What do you suppose became of it. And your letter this morning saying that you would probably be here on the 4th. That’s great.  I am going to hope much that you will be here. I cannot imagine anything so good. Oh gee Florence won’t it be great. They are going to have a big celebration here the 4th. This is 25th anniversary or something like that and plenty of money in this town and from what I understand they will use it. The other morning I awoke in the midst of a dream. I had been dreaming about you. I looked out. A car just like yours passed with two girls in it. I jumped up and started to holler. Then when I really woke up I knew it was only a dream. I sure felt funny afterward. I have some more letters to write. It is so hot my shirt is all wet so I mist let this close. I will write real soon and sending oodles of love.

Fred.

Glad you and the other monkey like each other. Can you climb the string as good.

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