Dear Husband:--
I wish you were here today. Any day is better than Sunday to do without you, as I was so accustomed to being with you on Sundays--both before and after. Ha! Ha! And every time I love you more, you darling boy.
It is so very warm today, so I'll not write a long letter. I didn't recieve a letter from you yesterday and I was so disappointed, as it was Sat. and I knew I couldn't ge a letter till Monday, but I am looking for a good, long letter then. Of course, as I told you in my other letter, I'll pardon you for not writing letters whil you are in Little Rock. Anna thought that was very funny about the pebble on the beach. It reminded me of the poetry about the beaches and the ancient peaches. Perhaps you have heard it.
They sat alone upon the beach
she was a somewhat ancient peach.
She shut her eyes this ancient miss,
Thinking he would steal a kiss.
But his was unheroic clay
And so he only stole away.
Now isn't that clever? I am almost as practical as Rev. Jones, Am I not?
I was with Ray and Lovey a while at Band Concert Friday evening, but it was so fierce for you not to be with us, that I believe I'll stay home next time. They never said anything about the pictures. I'd rather they would say something firs. I saw Maida Cole also on Fri. eve. She was with some of her relatives, but she side-tracked long enough to whisper to me that I looked lonesome. She surely knew what she was talking about. But I am doing the best I can to brace.
This is all I'll write this time.
Your loving wife,
Clara
Papa and Mamma send love. Mamma says to tell you to never get discouraged--that the world wasn't made in one day. Ha! Ha!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Friday, June 27th 1913
My dear little hubby:--
I have just finished reading your letter. I am so glad that Uncle Sam sends our messages forth and back as speedy as he can, as I sure love to get your letters, and I want them as quickly as possible after they are written. Of course, I'll miss your letters while you are in Little Rock, but I will be alright if you just send cards while you are there, as I don't want you to use your eyes too much. then I want you to get out and get the fresh air after or between exams, but you will have to make up for lost time by writing very long letters when you return to Harrison.
The funniest thing. Papa said he was going to buy Annas rooster and give him to Jim and tell him that Anna sent it in return for the fish. You know we get so bloomin tired of that old rooster crowing. Their chickens have regular chorus rehersals every morning. I don't think people with neighbors so close should maintain a nuisance like that, but the trouble is, they are good friends of ours and we don't want to complain.
Mother's church ladies entertained yesterday at Mrs. Fuller's. They have a new bungalow on S. Davis, and they wanted me to read or send a pupil and, as I don't read anymore, I sent Anna Baqet [sp?] one of my pupils and they all said she did beautifully. Mamma went, but I did not. It was so very warm there. Besides, Papa ordered raspberries for pies early yesterday morning and they took them to the wrong house, so it was noon when we got them, so I made two pies after dinner [lunch] then helped Mamma get ready, so I was tired enough to stop for a few hours, as we had ironed in the morning a couple of hours.
Mrs. Frank Baird was here yesterday afternoon, and as usual when we have company she (Mrs Selby) began to rubber Mrs. Baird, and I was in the swing and she came out in the hot sun to fool with her plants and began squinting over. We were so tickled we could hardly keep from whooping. If we had had the whooping cough, we sure would have done so. I told her how she did. If it happened to be a boy in the swing, she said for me to do something that would get her so excited next time she was hanging over the blaustrade so she'd lose her balance and stand on her head or skin a cat. Mrs. S-- made a desperate effort to get in with Mrs. Baird when she first came here, but failed.
Carl and Hazel McKeehan's baby was born on Friday the 13th 1913. poor little boy, and with such a wild father. he seems to be alright now, I mean the baby, but Carl is not on the water wagon yet.
I though Allaback was engaged to Carmelita Quinn, and I noticed in the paper he was engaged to someone else. Zella told me they were engaged--I forgot to tell you about Mrs. S-- saying "shampoon" for shampoo, didn't I?
The Rebeccahs had a benefit at the Royal last night. Mother and I went. The show was good, but it was almost too warm to go in summer.--There was a fire at Shacklett's--Bondurant's store last night. I say Ray and Lovey and talkded a few minutes. Ray sure told you the truth. I do miss you so much, but try hard not to act too dissatisfied, as I promised Mamma if she would giver her consent for us to marry when we did, that I'd be better satisfied. So you see, I am compelled under the circumstances to be brave. But I'll admit it is a difficult task to act as if you were contented when there is some one that you are longing for, far away. I try to console myself with the fact that it will not always be that way dear, will it? And I hope you can come in August. When we get to-get6her for all the time we will just have to love the rader, fur the time we have lost, won't we, Honey?
I look at your picture every day and wish you were here. I am always thinking of you. I noticed wher Heart, of the Jan. class had Married Ella Johnson. Well, there is one June wedding that only a few K--people are wise about it ever happening. But I know of two that are. Bobby Wise and Margurite Wise. Don't you? They are wiser kids than they were before June 3rd. Ha!Ha!
Really, I have written a very long letter, so I'll close. Hope you get along fine in Little Rock and also with your Harrison Patients. you need to be congratulated.
Your loving wife,
Clara
Henry, if you are rooming where your office is, I am afraid that a fire might occur in the night and you would sleep too sound. Wish you would be very careful and write and tell me just how your room is located, so maybe I won't need to worry.
Clara
I have just finished reading your letter. I am so glad that Uncle Sam sends our messages forth and back as speedy as he can, as I sure love to get your letters, and I want them as quickly as possible after they are written. Of course, I'll miss your letters while you are in Little Rock, but I will be alright if you just send cards while you are there, as I don't want you to use your eyes too much. then I want you to get out and get the fresh air after or between exams, but you will have to make up for lost time by writing very long letters when you return to Harrison.
The funniest thing. Papa said he was going to buy Annas rooster and give him to Jim and tell him that Anna sent it in return for the fish. You know we get so bloomin tired of that old rooster crowing. Their chickens have regular chorus rehersals every morning. I don't think people with neighbors so close should maintain a nuisance like that, but the trouble is, they are good friends of ours and we don't want to complain.
Mother's church ladies entertained yesterday at Mrs. Fuller's. They have a new bungalow on S. Davis, and they wanted me to read or send a pupil and, as I don't read anymore, I sent Anna Baqet [sp?] one of my pupils and they all said she did beautifully. Mamma went, but I did not. It was so very warm there. Besides, Papa ordered raspberries for pies early yesterday morning and they took them to the wrong house, so it was noon when we got them, so I made two pies after dinner [lunch] then helped Mamma get ready, so I was tired enough to stop for a few hours, as we had ironed in the morning a couple of hours.
Mrs. Frank Baird was here yesterday afternoon, and as usual when we have company she (Mrs Selby) began to rubber Mrs. Baird, and I was in the swing and she came out in the hot sun to fool with her plants and began squinting over. We were so tickled we could hardly keep from whooping. If we had had the whooping cough, we sure would have done so. I told her how she did. If it happened to be a boy in the swing, she said for me to do something that would get her so excited next time she was hanging over the blaustrade so she'd lose her balance and stand on her head or skin a cat. Mrs. S-- made a desperate effort to get in with Mrs. Baird when she first came here, but failed.
Carl and Hazel McKeehan's baby was born on Friday the 13th 1913. poor little boy, and with such a wild father. he seems to be alright now, I mean the baby, but Carl is not on the water wagon yet.
I though Allaback was engaged to Carmelita Quinn, and I noticed in the paper he was engaged to someone else. Zella told me they were engaged--I forgot to tell you about Mrs. S-- saying "shampoon" for shampoo, didn't I?
The Rebeccahs had a benefit at the Royal last night. Mother and I went. The show was good, but it was almost too warm to go in summer.--There was a fire at Shacklett's--Bondurant's store last night. I say Ray and Lovey and talkded a few minutes. Ray sure told you the truth. I do miss you so much, but try hard not to act too dissatisfied, as I promised Mamma if she would giver her consent for us to marry when we did, that I'd be better satisfied. So you see, I am compelled under the circumstances to be brave. But I'll admit it is a difficult task to act as if you were contented when there is some one that you are longing for, far away. I try to console myself with the fact that it will not always be that way dear, will it? And I hope you can come in August. When we get to-get6her for all the time we will just have to love the rader, fur the time we have lost, won't we, Honey?
I look at your picture every day and wish you were here. I am always thinking of you. I noticed wher Heart, of the Jan. class had Married Ella Johnson. Well, there is one June wedding that only a few K--people are wise about it ever happening. But I know of two that are. Bobby Wise and Margurite Wise. Don't you? They are wiser kids than they were before June 3rd. Ha!Ha!
Really, I have written a very long letter, so I'll close. Hope you get along fine in Little Rock and also with your Harrison Patients. you need to be congratulated.
Your loving wife,
Clara
Henry, if you are rooming where your office is, I am afraid that a fire might occur in the night and you would sleep too sound. Wish you would be very careful and write and tell me just how your room is located, so maybe I won't need to worry.
Clara
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thurdsay [June 26, 1913]
Dear husband:--
The letter that you wrote Sunday was glorious. I enjoyed it so much, and it was so sweet of you to write me such a splendid long letter.
You know there are French boy dolls and French girl dolls, and some of them can say "mamma" and "papa" when you squeeze them. So I'll be your French girl doll if you will be my French boy doll. Ha! Ha!
I hope you like your office and are getting used to the primitive ways of the Ark. people. You must learn to sing "The Arkansas Traveler." Oh! How I would love to hear you sing "Love me and the world is mine" and "The Preacher and the Bear." Why couldn't you sing the last one as a solo part in the choir some rainiy night when the crowd isn't very lively. I'll wager you'd rouse them from their drowsy nap, especially if you were dressed as you were here once ages ago. It surely seems like ages to me since you were here. I am so glad that you are singing in the choir. That way you can keep your vocal chords in good action for the songs I'll want you to sing to me. Some sweet day, "when the mists have rolled away."
Come to the connvention if you can conveniently. We will be so glad to have you; and I imagine this will be the last time they will have a convention here, as the old Dr. is so feeble, and I don't believe they cease to come here after he passes away.
Minnie Rothschild, a girl I have known a long time, has been trimming in Victoria, Texas. She was here yesterday evening a little while and she was speaking of different ones who were married about our ages, (though she is afew years older than I Ha! Ha!) and she said, "Clara, you and I are all that's left, and I heard that you were going to be married to an ostiopath."
I said, "Well, I wonder who started that.--Then Mrs Kent, our laundress, was talking about her daughter going to get married, and that she was going to Kansas. I was in the other room and she screeched in to me, "Clara, when you marry, are you going west? I thought some of them there osteopath Drs. would take you."
I was so tickled I almost had a jiminy duck fit. I told her I didn't suppose I'd ever marry. The fellow her daughter thinks she is going to marry keeps putter her off from time to time, and I am afraid he may be fooling the poor girl.
I feel sorry for poor little Pauline, as I know how much I missed you, but she will get to see you after. That is more than I do.
I got the cutest card from Zella this morn.; a little fellow sitting on a log. The words were "Gals is queer, you be, but we must have 'em." What do you think of those sentiments? Do you think you could get along without them? There is no Dr in Woodward Okla. so send a wireless for either Dr. Ward or Dr. Lay to come at once. I wouldn't object to the latter, if the business was professional, but I imagined she'd rather have Dr. Ward.
I rec'd both of your cards, thank you.--Your aunt had sent that junk before I 'phoned her. She wasn't feeling very well but Lester was OK. 'Phones to me often to ask about the Dr.--That is all for the present.
Your Loving Wife,
Clara
Honey, I have been worrying, thinking you might have a room where your office is, and the building might get on fire at night.
Honey dear, if you were here, I'd love you hard, harder, Hardest.
The letter that you wrote Sunday was glorious. I enjoyed it so much, and it was so sweet of you to write me such a splendid long letter.
You know there are French boy dolls and French girl dolls, and some of them can say "mamma" and "papa" when you squeeze them. So I'll be your French girl doll if you will be my French boy doll. Ha! Ha!
I hope you like your office and are getting used to the primitive ways of the Ark. people. You must learn to sing "The Arkansas Traveler." Oh! How I would love to hear you sing "Love me and the world is mine" and "The Preacher and the Bear." Why couldn't you sing the last one as a solo part in the choir some rainiy night when the crowd isn't very lively. I'll wager you'd rouse them from their drowsy nap, especially if you were dressed as you were here once ages ago. It surely seems like ages to me since you were here. I am so glad that you are singing in the choir. That way you can keep your vocal chords in good action for the songs I'll want you to sing to me. Some sweet day, "when the mists have rolled away."
Come to the connvention if you can conveniently. We will be so glad to have you; and I imagine this will be the last time they will have a convention here, as the old Dr. is so feeble, and I don't believe they cease to come here after he passes away.
Minnie Rothschild, a girl I have known a long time, has been trimming in Victoria, Texas. She was here yesterday evening a little while and she was speaking of different ones who were married about our ages, (though she is afew years older than I Ha! Ha!) and she said, "Clara, you and I are all that's left, and I heard that you were going to be married to an ostiopath."
I said, "Well, I wonder who started that.--Then Mrs Kent, our laundress, was talking about her daughter going to get married, and that she was going to Kansas. I was in the other room and she screeched in to me, "Clara, when you marry, are you going west? I thought some of them there osteopath Drs. would take you."
I was so tickled I almost had a jiminy duck fit. I told her I didn't suppose I'd ever marry. The fellow her daughter thinks she is going to marry keeps putter her off from time to time, and I am afraid he may be fooling the poor girl.
I feel sorry for poor little Pauline, as I know how much I missed you, but she will get to see you after. That is more than I do.
I got the cutest card from Zella this morn.; a little fellow sitting on a log. The words were "Gals is queer, you be, but we must have 'em." What do you think of those sentiments? Do you think you could get along without them? There is no Dr in Woodward Okla. so send a wireless for either Dr. Ward or Dr. Lay to come at once. I wouldn't object to the latter, if the business was professional, but I imagined she'd rather have Dr. Ward.
I rec'd both of your cards, thank you.--Your aunt had sent that junk before I 'phoned her. She wasn't feeling very well but Lester was OK. 'Phones to me often to ask about the Dr.--That is all for the present.
Your Loving Wife,
Clara
Honey, I have been worrying, thinking you might have a room where your office is, and the building might get on fire at night.
Honey dear, if you were here, I'd love you hard, harder, Hardest.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Tuesday [21 June 1913]
Dear Husband:--
I thoroughly enjoyed the letters and the paper that I rec'd yesterday from you. I am so proud of you. The professional card in the paper looked good to me, also your cards. I suppose you have seen the DAILY distress by this time. I really think the editor, Mr. Swain, tries to do alright. It is when Pearl N. gets the news first. She does as she pleases about putting it in the paper. I'm glad Mr. H[arrison] sent the Herald here, as I was glad to see the write up about you both in it. I am glad he is getting along so nicely in Harrison, but it is terrible that he and the children have to be deprived of their wife and mother, as the little children will never find anyone that can fill a mother's place with them. Tho' I think their grand-parents would come the nearest.
Oh! I do hope you can come in August if Mr. H. sends the children with you. That would save him a trip here, besides the time he would lose away from his work, which I imagine must be heavy now.
Tell him that I said, as my little boy was a few years older than his little girls, that I thought it would be alright to send them all four alone, but to be sure and tag you with your name and destination. Also to put you in care of the conductor when you change at Neosho [?] Then for Mr. H to drop a line to Dr. C. E. Still, the mayor here, and ask him if it would be asking too much for him to meet you with his New Electric at the Wabash and see that you were all taken to the right place. Tell him if he will do this, that I will be very grateful.
I rec'd a letter from Margaret Linton Howerton yesterday. She doesn't think that she can come to the convention, as she has been suffering with acute neuritis, but said she wanted to come when it was cooler. I am so sorry she has been ill, but I know we would enjoy having her more in cool weather; and then if you come, we will have more time by ourselves, I hop. When will you know if you are sure coming?
I am glad you sent your list dear, but I couldn't make out the names of the towns in Nebraska. Was it Dorne or Dome? And the one in Wyo. was it Single? Honey, you always write plain, but the letters in those two were run together, and I am not familiar with the towns out there, so please write those 2 again, or print them for little baby, she hasn't learned how to read writing very good yet. of course we won't send out the announcements for quite a while, but I wanted to have the list ready.
Say, honey dear do you know one of your majestic friends, Dr. Heiny is just passing. I wish it was Dr. Lay.
I believe this is about all for the present. I'd assist you with your office if I was near you. I wish we would have two or three rooms where your office is for the year or so that you stay there. That way, one phone would do, and I would be there to answer if you were called when you were out of the office. Maybe we might mange this after Xmas.
With best love,
Clara
I thoroughly enjoyed the letters and the paper that I rec'd yesterday from you. I am so proud of you. The professional card in the paper looked good to me, also your cards. I suppose you have seen the DAILY distress by this time. I really think the editor, Mr. Swain, tries to do alright. It is when Pearl N. gets the news first. She does as she pleases about putting it in the paper. I'm glad Mr. H[arrison] sent the Herald here, as I was glad to see the write up about you both in it. I am glad he is getting along so nicely in Harrison, but it is terrible that he and the children have to be deprived of their wife and mother, as the little children will never find anyone that can fill a mother's place with them. Tho' I think their grand-parents would come the nearest.
Oh! I do hope you can come in August if Mr. H. sends the children with you. That would save him a trip here, besides the time he would lose away from his work, which I imagine must be heavy now.
Tell him that I said, as my little boy was a few years older than his little girls, that I thought it would be alright to send them all four alone, but to be sure and tag you with your name and destination. Also to put you in care of the conductor when you change at Neosho [?] Then for Mr. H to drop a line to Dr. C. E. Still, the mayor here, and ask him if it would be asking too much for him to meet you with his New Electric at the Wabash and see that you were all taken to the right place. Tell him if he will do this, that I will be very grateful.
I rec'd a letter from Margaret Linton Howerton yesterday. She doesn't think that she can come to the convention, as she has been suffering with acute neuritis, but said she wanted to come when it was cooler. I am so sorry she has been ill, but I know we would enjoy having her more in cool weather; and then if you come, we will have more time by ourselves, I hop. When will you know if you are sure coming?
I am glad you sent your list dear, but I couldn't make out the names of the towns in Nebraska. Was it Dorne or Dome? And the one in Wyo. was it Single? Honey, you always write plain, but the letters in those two were run together, and I am not familiar with the towns out there, so please write those 2 again, or print them for little baby, she hasn't learned how to read writing very good yet. of course we won't send out the announcements for quite a while, but I wanted to have the list ready.
Say, honey dear do you know one of your majestic friends, Dr. Heiny is just passing. I wish it was Dr. Lay.
I believe this is about all for the present. I'd assist you with your office if I was near you. I wish we would have two or three rooms where your office is for the year or so that you stay there. That way, one phone would do, and I would be there to answer if you were called when you were out of the office. Maybe we might mange this after Xmas.
With best love,
Clara
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Sunday Afternoon [22 June 1913]
My dear Husband:--
Everything is o.k. except I am so very lonesome without you. But, honey, you will have to turn a deaf ear to what I say in my letters about missing you. And don't let it worry you dear. You will have to do as Ulysses did in mythology when the sirens sang to him. Remember? Someone is singing "The Perfect Day." The days will all be perfect when we are together, won't they dearest? I hope your "walking advertisement" will help you a great deal.
Mamma's brother, Uncle Billie Beck in Wichita died Thurs. and I have been trying to keep Mamma in good spirits. There is only three of her family left: aunt Bess Gupton in Palmyra, uncle Frank Kiggins in Bozeman, Mont. and mother here. You know there was thirteen in her family counting Grandma and Grandpa; the same in yours and the same in papa's. Isn't that a coincidence? I know of one couple that the number in their family is not going to exceed the speed limit of TWO, in addition to the other two. Now, honey, don't ask who they are because you know I never did like to be personal. Ha! Ha!
Don't forget to answer what I asked you about the announcements. Mamma thinks if you come in August that we should announce our marriage then, and of course I will stay home then a few months longer, but she said if you came, then we wouldn't have to be on a nervous strain keeping people at sea, and could feel free to act as we cared to to have the best time.
Blanche Rogers was talking to me the other night. She said she had been hearing terrible things about me. That an osteopath had been camping down of our house. I said, "the idea of an osteopath. I thought they were all gone, aren't they?" And I don't think she knew what to say next. I think that she got her information from "Mother Magpie" (Mrs Selby) across the street from us. Blanche lives where Dr. J.W. Martin lived on Mc Pherson, and I can't see where else she obtained her news. Mrs Selby was over here last Sunday, and we were all in the swing. Mamma said Mrs. S. would think she was ruined to think she was so close to such a great secret and didn't know the truth about it.
This is a rainy Sunday. How I wish you were here so that we could love each other and none would disturb us.
Hope I get a long letter from you in the morning. If I do, I shall be delighted. Your letters are dear, dearest. And what you tell me in them, especially some things, make them sacred. I truly appreciate them, and they help me while away the time sometimes when I am lonesome for my darling boy.
Your loving wife,
Clara Gibson Lay
We will learn how to operate an oil stove some time won't we dear? Of course, I am used to gas, but I don't suppose there is a great deal of difference in the coal, oil and gas stove combinations, are there?
Has Mr. H decided to send the children here?
With love,
Clara
Everything is o.k. except I am so very lonesome without you. But, honey, you will have to turn a deaf ear to what I say in my letters about missing you. And don't let it worry you dear. You will have to do as Ulysses did in mythology when the sirens sang to him. Remember? Someone is singing "The Perfect Day." The days will all be perfect when we are together, won't they dearest? I hope your "walking advertisement" will help you a great deal.
Mamma's brother, Uncle Billie Beck in Wichita died Thurs. and I have been trying to keep Mamma in good spirits. There is only three of her family left: aunt Bess Gupton in Palmyra, uncle Frank Kiggins in Bozeman, Mont. and mother here. You know there was thirteen in her family counting Grandma and Grandpa; the same in yours and the same in papa's. Isn't that a coincidence? I know of one couple that the number in their family is not going to exceed the speed limit of TWO, in addition to the other two. Now, honey, don't ask who they are because you know I never did like to be personal. Ha! Ha!
Don't forget to answer what I asked you about the announcements. Mamma thinks if you come in August that we should announce our marriage then, and of course I will stay home then a few months longer, but she said if you came, then we wouldn't have to be on a nervous strain keeping people at sea, and could feel free to act as we cared to to have the best time.
Blanche Rogers was talking to me the other night. She said she had been hearing terrible things about me. That an osteopath had been camping down of our house. I said, "the idea of an osteopath. I thought they were all gone, aren't they?" And I don't think she knew what to say next. I think that she got her information from "Mother Magpie" (Mrs Selby) across the street from us. Blanche lives where Dr. J.W. Martin lived on Mc Pherson, and I can't see where else she obtained her news. Mrs Selby was over here last Sunday, and we were all in the swing. Mamma said Mrs. S. would think she was ruined to think she was so close to such a great secret and didn't know the truth about it.
This is a rainy Sunday. How I wish you were here so that we could love each other and none would disturb us.
Hope I get a long letter from you in the morning. If I do, I shall be delighted. Your letters are dear, dearest. And what you tell me in them, especially some things, make them sacred. I truly appreciate them, and they help me while away the time sometimes when I am lonesome for my darling boy.
Your loving wife,
Clara Gibson Lay
We will learn how to operate an oil stove some time won't we dear? Of course, I am used to gas, but I don't suppose there is a great deal of difference in the coal, oil and gas stove combinations, are there?
Has Mr. H decided to send the children here?
With love,
Clara
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, June 21 1913
My dear little hubby:--
I recieved a letter from you this morning, which I enjoyed very much, also the ones yesterday. Dear, you letters are getting long enough now and I am always tickled to death when I receive them. Pap has so much fun noticing how I watch the clock in the morning, thinking it must be about time for the carrier. We were seeding chrries this a.m. and Papa thought I would get dizzy looking up at the clock every second. You know we have a grad-father's large clock in the kitchen and it was bought the day that Papa was born. It is 70 years old. I thought surely I was going to be disappointed. the carrier was till 9:30 getting here, but I was mighty glat that I wasn't. It is so terrible to try and live without you, and the letters help so much.
If you see that you could get someplace closer in the course of a year or so, I should be glad. My parents are getting old and I wish I could be some place where we could come to see them more than it would be possible where you are now. Buy try it there a few months and maybe next spring, if you could have a good practice built up there, you might sell out to someone going out of the June 14 class. Then come up and take the Mo. State Board. But I hope we can be together from x-mas the rest of the time. don't you honey?
I am feeling good. I hope you are.
I wish you could come for the convention. Would I be glad to see you? Well, bet your boots. You'll pardon a little slang, won't you dear? You know best whether you can come or not. Of course you know I'm crazy over you and will be glad to see you any time. I wish you didn't have to go to Little Rock, but of course you do. I have a cousin in Little rock. His name is Henry Oldfather. He either has a position with a telephone or telegraph co. You may run across him. If you do, give him my love. He is the only one of mother's sister's children that is near my age. He is just two years my senior.
My cousin from Edina, Stanley Parsons and his mamma were here one day last week. And did I tell you about Columbus Carrol noticing and then noticing again. I think he though Stanley was some special friend of mine, as we were out and riding together. so he may spread the news that you and I aren't married, as he saw me with another fellow. Wouldn't that be great? Just as if I'd LOOK at another fellow. Ha! Ha! I have feen afraid that Lovie might put some fellows up to ask me to call, or go some place to find out what he's dying to know. If he or any one else should do duch a thing, I'll be equal to the occasion with an excellent excuse.--That clipping was fine. I told Wilburn that his brother was following shadders in Ark. and that I heard that the Dr. was engaged to a girl in Wyoming. Ha! Ha! I asked him if it was true. The post card I sent him was a BEAUTY (not)a little Dutch girl talking about kisses. OH! honey, I wish you were here. We would do more than talk, wouldn't we? I imagine we would hug and kiss 24 hrs. without ceasing.
Lovingly,
Clara
I recieved a letter from you this morning, which I enjoyed very much, also the ones yesterday. Dear, you letters are getting long enough now and I am always tickled to death when I receive them. Pap has so much fun noticing how I watch the clock in the morning, thinking it must be about time for the carrier. We were seeding chrries this a.m. and Papa thought I would get dizzy looking up at the clock every second. You know we have a grad-father's large clock in the kitchen and it was bought the day that Papa was born. It is 70 years old. I thought surely I was going to be disappointed. the carrier was till 9:30 getting here, but I was mighty glat that I wasn't. It is so terrible to try and live without you, and the letters help so much.
If you see that you could get someplace closer in the course of a year or so, I should be glad. My parents are getting old and I wish I could be some place where we could come to see them more than it would be possible where you are now. Buy try it there a few months and maybe next spring, if you could have a good practice built up there, you might sell out to someone going out of the June 14 class. Then come up and take the Mo. State Board. But I hope we can be together from x-mas the rest of the time. don't you honey?
I am feeling good. I hope you are.
I wish you could come for the convention. Would I be glad to see you? Well, bet your boots. You'll pardon a little slang, won't you dear? You know best whether you can come or not. Of course you know I'm crazy over you and will be glad to see you any time. I wish you didn't have to go to Little Rock, but of course you do. I have a cousin in Little rock. His name is Henry Oldfather. He either has a position with a telephone or telegraph co. You may run across him. If you do, give him my love. He is the only one of mother's sister's children that is near my age. He is just two years my senior.
My cousin from Edina, Stanley Parsons and his mamma were here one day last week. And did I tell you about Columbus Carrol noticing and then noticing again. I think he though Stanley was some special friend of mine, as we were out and riding together. so he may spread the news that you and I aren't married, as he saw me with another fellow. Wouldn't that be great? Just as if I'd LOOK at another fellow. Ha! Ha! I have feen afraid that Lovie might put some fellows up to ask me to call, or go some place to find out what he's dying to know. If he or any one else should do duch a thing, I'll be equal to the occasion with an excellent excuse.--That clipping was fine. I told Wilburn that his brother was following shadders in Ark. and that I heard that the Dr. was engaged to a girl in Wyoming. Ha! Ha! I asked him if it was true. The post card I sent him was a BEAUTY (not)a little Dutch girl talking about kisses. OH! honey, I wish you were here. We would do more than talk, wouldn't we? I imagine we would hug and kiss 24 hrs. without ceasing.
Lovingly,
Clara
Thursday, April 24, 2008
June 20, 1913
Dear Hubby:--
Honey, your letters are very brief. Can't you make them a tiny bit longer while you have some leisure hours? Truly, I enjoy them, even if they are brief, but please make them longer at least once in a while. But you have been very sweet writing as often as you have. I am always anxious for the mail carrier to put in his appearance each morning so I can go to come cozy corner and have a few moments with you. I always try to imagine that you are talking to me when I read your letters. You know it helps a great deal to play upon the keyboard of your imagination once in a while. Don't you think so dear? Especially under circumstances of this kind.
Lovey and Ray were down here Tues. morning. They wanted me to go to the band concert with them, but I wasn't dressed suitable, so when they phoned, I told them to come down. So they did and we had a merry little time, but honey, something was lacking. I don't enjoy myself with them as well as I might because it always reminds me of the fun we had together when you were here. But I am getting along better than I thought possible when I would think about you leaving. Oh! dear, I never put through such a day and night as the first one you were away from me. But, dear, I am getting reconciled to my fate now, and am getting along beautifully, so don't worry about me. Mamma and I are sleeping outdoors all the time.
Anna wants to know if her relatives names are Atteberry. Tell me what you think of the fish Jim sent her.
I phoned to Lester. He wasn't home, so I talked to your aunt. She asked to be remembered to you and said to tell you that someone left some laboratory something there. I couldn't understand just what she said, but she said she would send them to you.
I am anxious to know what you thought of the Robuck-Robuck wedding when you read it in the daily. The idea of such a write up about her dress, the decorations, etc. when she was a widow. You know that isn't in very good taste according to the rules of etiquitte. Either a widow or a widower should just simply be married and in the simplest way possible. Say, honey, we might tell them a simple way. I wonder what they will say about us? If we think it best we will coach Lovey and Ray and let them do the fixing, as it isn't necessary for Miss Nick to have the blessed privilege. Papa let on as tho' Robuck belonged to the firm of Sears-Robuck of the wholesale house in Chicago. It was killing to hear him comment on the wedding.
Zella Higbee went to Okla. today. She phoned to me to say good-bye, and that she didn't want me to do anything sudden while she was gone, and of course, I assured her that I wouldn't, but I am afraid, honey, that she will fail to speak to me when she finds out the truth, so I'll tell her later on, just before everybody knows it. Don't you think that would be alright?
We got some eggs from Mr. Henderson's father this a.m. He said Mr. H-- was thinking of sending the children to Kirksville. I told Mamma if he did, I saw our finish, as the children would tell that you were married, and we know so many people on E. Harrison St. where one of their grandmothers live. I am glad they are improving. Tell the little girl she has my consent to love you for me once in a while.
Your loving wife,
Clara
Honey, your letters are very brief. Can't you make them a tiny bit longer while you have some leisure hours? Truly, I enjoy them, even if they are brief, but please make them longer at least once in a while. But you have been very sweet writing as often as you have. I am always anxious for the mail carrier to put in his appearance each morning so I can go to come cozy corner and have a few moments with you. I always try to imagine that you are talking to me when I read your letters. You know it helps a great deal to play upon the keyboard of your imagination once in a while. Don't you think so dear? Especially under circumstances of this kind.
Lovey and Ray were down here Tues. morning. They wanted me to go to the band concert with them, but I wasn't dressed suitable, so when they phoned, I told them to come down. So they did and we had a merry little time, but honey, something was lacking. I don't enjoy myself with them as well as I might because it always reminds me of the fun we had together when you were here. But I am getting along better than I thought possible when I would think about you leaving. Oh! dear, I never put through such a day and night as the first one you were away from me. But, dear, I am getting reconciled to my fate now, and am getting along beautifully, so don't worry about me. Mamma and I are sleeping outdoors all the time.
Anna wants to know if her relatives names are Atteberry. Tell me what you think of the fish Jim sent her.
I phoned to Lester. He wasn't home, so I talked to your aunt. She asked to be remembered to you and said to tell you that someone left some laboratory something there. I couldn't understand just what she said, but she said she would send them to you.
I am anxious to know what you thought of the Robuck-Robuck wedding when you read it in the daily. The idea of such a write up about her dress, the decorations, etc. when she was a widow. You know that isn't in very good taste according to the rules of etiquitte. Either a widow or a widower should just simply be married and in the simplest way possible. Say, honey, we might tell them a simple way. I wonder what they will say about us? If we think it best we will coach Lovey and Ray and let them do the fixing, as it isn't necessary for Miss Nick to have the blessed privilege. Papa let on as tho' Robuck belonged to the firm of Sears-Robuck of the wholesale house in Chicago. It was killing to hear him comment on the wedding.
Zella Higbee went to Okla. today. She phoned to me to say good-bye, and that she didn't want me to do anything sudden while she was gone, and of course, I assured her that I wouldn't, but I am afraid, honey, that she will fail to speak to me when she finds out the truth, so I'll tell her later on, just before everybody knows it. Don't you think that would be alright?
We got some eggs from Mr. Henderson's father this a.m. He said Mr. H-- was thinking of sending the children to Kirksville. I told Mamma if he did, I saw our finish, as the children would tell that you were married, and we know so many people on E. Harrison St. where one of their grandmothers live. I am glad they are improving. Tell the little girl she has my consent to love you for me once in a while.
Your loving wife,
Clara
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