Browsing the archives for the Letter from Fred category
Port Arthur, Tex June 19, 1923 My own Dear Florence; Since this is Juneteenth and a holiday I must celebrate, C? Fred Johnson just returned from about 2 1/2 mile walk. After supper we went to town then back to here and made a 22 block to a Rice man’s house. Graduated in ’20 but […]
Port Arthur, Tex June 17, 1923 Darling Florence; This is the day of rest and we have sure been doing it. Just loafing, day-dreaming and passing the time away. We went to Sunday school this morning met a bunch of Rice graduates and several have promised to take us around in their cars to see […]
Port Arthur, Tex June 15, 1923 My Darling Florence; The thrill of my life came today. Almost unexpectedly too. All day I felt as if there would be something at sometime during the day make me happy. I didn’t know whether it would be Thomas here, or a long long letter from my Florence or […]
Your cartoon on the envelope was sure cute. FJS Port Arthur, Tex June 13, 1923 My own Dearest Florence; At last it has arrived. Do you know I had almost thought were about to forget about a person whom you know so well, oh so well. But maybe I was just a little bit impatient. […]
Port Arthur, Texas June 11, 1923 My Dearest Florence; I just got home and was surely disappointed. I had my heart set on reading a long letter from you when I got home, but all avail [?] no mail from my Florence. But I again thought. She had not had time to write as her […]
Port Arthur, Tex June 8, 1923 My own Dearest Florence; What a thrill. Can you imagine what it was. Today I woke up at 2:30 and as I opened my eyes I saw a pink envelope on my bed by my pillow. Now do you think I lost any time, not a bit. Gee, Florence, […]
Port Arthur, Tex June 5th 1923 My Dearest Florence; Whoo-pee some town we have down here, can’t imagine anything so sweet. Never saw another like it. Today was Pay day at Gulf and everybody and his brother and kids are on the streets. You can’t imagine such a sight. You know they all they have […]
Port Arthur, Tex June 4, 1923 My Dearest Florence; just as I told you, old Dear, isn’t it. (that I would write you as soon as I arrived). Jesse and I arrived at one o’clock and I was disgusted with it as soon as I landed. But I suppose it will be ok. I went […]
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 […]
