Vermontville, MI, March 2, 1920
My Dearest Elvira:-
Have been wondering what the reason was that you didn’t post the letter you wrote on Sunday the 22nd until Friday? It sure was one sweet letter and made me love you all the more, and also wished I could have met you in Lax that night. Oh, baby, don’t tease me like that, but you just wait until next summer, and then perhaps if all goes well we can make that dream of yours come true.
Yes, I am going to drive through in the “Olds,” and the old boat is good for 60 per any old time, that is if you like to ride that fast. personally, that is just about my speed. Am thinking some of buying myself a Ford Coupe, I think they are a keen little car to play around in. Have a friend in Hastings, who is manager of the Gas & Electric Company, and he has one, and I like them so well think I will invest. What do you think about it?
Am going up there again next Friday afternoon and finish up my Dental work. Had a big day today, and think I made enough to buy gasoline for a day or two anyway, and perhaps enough left over to buy some silk lingerie for —————-. Perhaps you don’t like to have me talk like that? But anyway, you remember what I said about nice clothes for my “wife.” Now don’t get insulted but I feel in a gay mood this evening (the sun is just setting) and must get it off from my mind.
Speaking about songs, here is one for you “It makes no difference whose sweet sweetie you were, you’re my sweet sweetie now.” Try that on your piano, but don’t let that new operator sing it “Comprenez”.
Well “sweetie” it is my supper time so think I will close the joint and beat it. Wish you were here to sit across the table from me — how about it, now answer that, you never do answer anything I ask you.
Now be darn careful who you love and keep on with lots of letters to your
Big kiss * for you
(Ed: smiley face)
Vermontville, MI, March 7, 1920
My very sweetest Elvira:-
Since receiving your last letter I feel you are closer to me than ever before. Honey I can’t help but love you, but hope I haven’t caused any trouble for you. Yes, I remember Jack Horne when I was there, guess he was going with some girl out in the country for he used to come in the office and talk awhile, when he got back, some where about 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning. Not a bad sort at that.
Do your folks know the reason? If they do evidently I don’t stand very high in their estimation. Wonder how they will use me next summer? Any way we don’t care, it is not them I am coming to see but you my dear. Any way would rather have their good will than ill will. I wish with all my heart I could be there now and love my little sweetheart and tell you just how much I love you, and we wouldn’t care what they said, would we?
Have been skating all afternoon. Had heavy rain the other day and then froze up again and the flats are one solid peice of ice and just as smooth as glass. Some sport, wish you were here, would show you the rounds, that is is you like to skate. First time I have had skates on for five years, last time was when was working a trick at Dexter on Michigan Central just out of Detroit. Expect I will be some lame in the morning.
Was up to Hastings Friday night and finished up with my teeth, am I not lucky? Stayed all night with Mason, (He is in that picture I sent you, the one with the cap on I believe) and we went over to John Nobles, only been married since last year, for dinner (He is the young fellow with the hat on in the same picture, see if you can tell who I mean) and sure had one swell time. Kept thinking of you all the time though, and wondering when our happiness such as theirs would come. I’ll leave that to you, when will it?
Absolutely nothing of much interest going on around here. The agent and myself are going down to Jackson again next Thursday evening, work in the Lodge you see. Like to go there for so many of the boys that work on the road, I know, belong there, and they sure treat us fine.
Honey, remember that I love you all the time with all my might, and think of you all the time. So good night sweetheart and remember me in your dreams.
With all the love and kisses I have, your for ever and ever.
*(arrow) Big Kiss.
Vermontville – March 14, 1920
Am awfully sorry, it has been a whole week since I wrote you, but I really have been so darn busy, just seemed as if I couldn’t find the time, but honey will never let it happen again, for if I thought you looked forward to my letters as much as I do yours, I never would stop writing –
Spring weather today and a peach too, for today “the sun went wooing and the earth just reached up and kissed the sun, bringing intimations of spring time, when all of the world’s a song.” (or a lover) (rather poetic, is it not?) Why is it that we must be so far apart on such beautiful days when we should be enjoying them together? Especially after such a wicked winter. This time of year you know makes one feel like rambling over the country and through the woods at random and just enjoy awakening nature.
Have seen any number of people out today just walking around (little too muddy for cars) and just wish and wish that you were here so we could be together and just peer around. You know the feeling one has this time of year (when a young man’s fancy lightly turns to love) and today is that lonesome Sunday you spoke of in your last letter. Wonder what you are doing now? I am with you in thought anyway – next time when you feel like reading, turn to page 25 in “Hearst’s” for March and read that through. Something for my sweetie to think about –
Whenever you read until 12 or 1 o’clock in the morning just think of me, for that is a habit I have. I never think of going to sleep without reading for an hour or two, so now I know I am not alone when I read that late, and will be with you in spirit if not in body –
Well, sweetie, how are you this swell morning? Bet you are not up yet? – 7:45am – just got over myself but must finish this, but to save my life can’t think of a thing to say. Am going to send the car up to the garage today and have it overhauled, won’t be very many more moons before the road will be dry again and it is very necessary that the old bus is hitting on all eights.
Well old sweetheart, can’t think of a thing more, only that my love for you grows stronger and stronger each day. And I look forward to the time when I can prove it to you – and in the meantime consider yourself loved and kissed with all my heart.
Vermontville, MI, March 23, 1920
Elvira Dear –
See Honey I don’t like to wait so long for your letters. Now believe me, so don’t you dare wait like that again, please forgive me, but really you don’t know just how busy I have been and when night came thought of you all the time but just didn’t get to write. You see it has been such fine weather and the farmers could get in, so naturally I was some busy.
Just one year ago I landed in Paris for the fourth and last time. Was there on a 3 day leave but managed to make it five. Some of the boys from my old outfit were telegraphing there, and of course I had to look them up and we promptly set out to look the town over again. And some place too, as perhaps you have been told. Can see it just as plain right now — and by the way am going down to Detroit this week end to see some of these same fellows. They are working in the postal there. Wish you were here to go along. You ever been in Detroit? Don’t think you have — I worked out of there over a year on the Michigan Central. This mans town is only 3 hours ride from there so not far at that, and manage to get down once in a while to revive old acquaintances.
So all your old friends are getting married are they? Same around here, but seems as if some of them are pretty darn young to take such an important step — now take my case for instance ???? (smiley face), and you ——- just you wait until summer comes rolling ’round again.
Took the old bus up to the shop the other night and am having the valves ground and new piston rings put in so it should run better than ever again. Roads are getting so good am getting a little anxious to get out on the state roads once more, and “step on her” a little. ‘Spose you have had the “Jitney” out already.
Say, hasn’t this been the finest spring weather? Makes one feel sort of “loggy” and not over ambitious. No, I have not been “capped” by any one else. How could I when I know how you feel toward me? But where do you get that “pal” stuff? Can’t you think of any thing stronger to say than that? Now come on Honey and loosen up and show me how much you love me. Please please please???
And how about a picture you would send one if you thought i wanted it bad enough, would you not? (yes, you would not). Well honey, will kiss you GN (although it is only 5:30pm) and a great big squeeze.
Vermontville, MI, March 31, 1920
My little one sweeheart —
First of all I have not returned all of the pictures you sent, but if you really want the rest I can send those back too, but would like to keep them if I can, please say yes.
Isn’t this just the finest day? Can’t hardly wait until we get the car out of the shop. Am having the valves ground, new piston rings and new wrist pins on the pistons so the old boat should be in first class shape again.
Just back from lunch. Now don’t you wish you were here?
Say Honey wish you would stand in front of the depot and have your picture taken, like your big “Sis” did. Would sort of like one like that -how about it?
Was in Detroit over the week end, and had fine time, but would have had a much better time if I had had you with me. Don’t you think so? Also stopped over Monday afternoon at Ypsilante and looked up some old friends (used to work there).
Honey, I don’t blame you, in a way, “for not sitting down and writing me just the way you feel,” for I realize you don’t know me as well as you should know a person, to write one’s intimate feelings to, and I admire your good judgement and love you all the more for it. For seriously, a girl shouldn’t write those things unless she were sure, that is certain, but sweetheart some day I hope you will feel that ou have faith in me and trust me enough to do so. Then Can I expect all the unfinished sentences to be completed, that I have had to guess at? Kiss me ’cause I can!
Now please don’t take exception to what I said about calling me “Dear old pal,” but you know I want to be something more to you than just an old “pal.” Comprenez vous?
Notice by the paper that the old Mississippi is on a tear (?) up around Lax, Winona. The cyclone that raised so much hell up here in Michigan just missed this town. Maple Grove where 5 people were killed is only few miles south west of us and several buildings were blown down within a mile from here, but I was in Detroit so missed it all.
You tell that sister of yours that if she don’t stop bothering you when you are writing to me, that I will attend to her case when I am out there this summer.
Now little sweetheart believe me, that I love you and I haven’t forgotten you (you know darn well I haven’t) far be it from such. (It was 3 years ago when I was there too).
So remember I am yours for ever and with all my love to my sweetie.