Browsing the archives for the Letter from Fred category
El Campo, Texas Dec 30, 1923 My Dearest Florence; Last nite was Sat nite? I surely did miss you too. Isn’t it awful. Nothing to do last nite. Sad, isn’t it? I went to town and a few of us had a Big Bull pen. Then about a dozen were dancing in the back of […]
El Campo Texas Dec 28, 1923 My Dearest Florence. I am feeling blue this morning. So blue that I don’t know what to do. My grades came in. Sure was a fright, too. I busted EE300. What do you think of that. I thought that I had a half chance to pass it, but I […]
El Campo, Texas Dec 27, 1923 My Darling Florence; Well, now. I don’t know but the general opinion is that some one has been forgotten. Do you suppose that my little Florence is sick and can’t write or that she is having too good a time with Some one else that she cannot find time […]
El Campo Texas Dec, 24, 1923 My Darling Florence; Here I am, down in the old home town, looking the things over, and they all look good and natural too. Even the mud. Talk about mud. I have never seen the like before. Some of the streets are blocked off. No passing yesterday my brothers […]
Thurs nite My Darling Florence; I have something very good to tell you. What is it? Well, I am going to be in Houston Sat nite. Yes! Sat. Think of it. I have figured out a way in which I can do it. Here it is. I will quit work at 2 (reg time, 3) […]
Port Arthur, Tex Sept 4, 1923 My Dearest Florence; Do you know what I am thinking of most, right now? Just four more days in P.A. I will be measuring the time in hours before long. At six-oclock Sunday morning I leave P.A. How happy I will be. Think of it. Just four more days […]
Labor Day My Dearest Florence; Today is Labor day but I don’t think I will do much Laboring. You know I had intended writing yesterday, but here is why not. I slept ’till 11 a.m. and McKean came and said that Almira was down there and wanted us to go out to dinner. So we […]
Port Arthur Aug 31, 1923 My Dearest Florence; Last nite I spent a long time writing to you and when I was about half way through Roy Chambers came in and so I did not finish it. So I will try again. I have been so busy that I have not had any time to […]
Port Arthur, Tex Aug 29, 1923 My Dearest Florence; I thinks, thinks I, that I will write to the dearest little girl in all dis world. The boys wanted me to go to town, but I wanted to write, so I did not. I don’t know what to say tho’. Isn’t that queer. We had […]
Port Arthur, Tex Aug 28, 1923 Florence, My Dearest; Oh, what a grand letter from you today. You made me feel so good and tears came in my eyes because I was not in Houston. What would you say and do if I told you something that would make you feel so good. Would you […]
