Browsing the archives for the blues tag
Port Arthur, Tex June 25, 1923 My onliest Florence; Thrills to the height yesterday. Can you imagine what. Well it gave me one of the best feelings while I have been in this dump. About 4:30 yesterday, Jesse, McKean and I were walking up to the house from town. Along came Mr & Mrs Almeras […]
Houston, Texas May 22, 1923 My Dearest Florence, I have the blues so bad that I can hardly keep from crying. I received a letter from Port Arthur this morning, saying that I could go to work as soon as school is out. They have given me a good proposition with good pay. I will […]
May 1923 (undated) 2 p.m. – Standard time Dearest big boy ‘o mine. Blue? Big boy, why be blue? What if we are separated this summer – 3 months. Don’t you know that true love never fades or dies! Don’t you know that if you really care for me, there’s not a girl on earth […]
316 West Hall Jan 5, 1923 Dearest Old Pal, I guess you’re wondering if I’m over that horrible case of the blues. I sure had ’em bad. Walking up the stairs that nite to the telephone I was crying so hard I could hardly talk – but I managed to pull myself together. I’m so […]
Houston, Texas Dec 28, 1922 My Dearest Florence, Gee, this is the most lonesome place I have seen in several days. I am looking forth to Sunday night with great anxiety. You know it drives the blues away and gives me inspiration when I go out to see you. A little enjoyment of that kind […]
