Browsing the archives for the Letter From Florence category
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. […]
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 […]
June 5, 1924 Dearest of all big athletes Did you think your very own darling would even consider letting you go off where you couldn’t hear from her very often without fixing up some plan for making you remember that there’s always one who loves you back in the home town (not meaning El Campo) […]
Easter nite – Dearest old Fritzie boy – My heart’s just so full. The more I look at the dear lilies, the more thrilled and happy I get. The more I think and realize that if only Fritz would be as sweet and thoughtful and dear to me always, I’d give him my very life […]
Saturday, March 2 Sweetheart mine, Words are so weak when one’s heart is full. Haven’t you found it so? And I couldn’t either in words or in writing tell you my thoughts today. My great big adorable boy is 22! Goodness! Somehow, tho, I never connect you with age. I never think of you as […]
Mon cher – Another few minutes that I’m going to steal. I’ve had such a glorious time today that I sorta hate to settle down. I’ve worked for an hour on math and so I feel I can spare a few seconds. I haven’t written to you since you came home, just 7 weeks ago […]
Tuesday 1:30 pm Dearest Fred – I shall make this short and sweet as pretty soon I must wend my way townward. Thursday is to be an eventful day! And thus to the end of the week. Wed, too Thurs, afternoon is a bridge party for C.B. and Thurs nite Mac entertains – dancing. Fri. […]
Fri afternoon Dearest boy – Only a line for right now. I’m off the world again – off so far that it’s going to take a few tons of cement to stock back on. I can’t tell you about it – but things are pretty dark now. I’m headed for a couple of girl’s homes […]
