Letters to her family.\u00a0 January-Summer 1908.<\/p>\n
Folder 13.\u00a0 Letters to her family.\u00a0 January-Summer 1908.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 37 items.<\/b><\/p>\n
En route from Louisville to Indianapolis.\u00a0 Sunday Afternoon. [\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 1908] \u201cDear Father, We are hardly more than out of the Louisville trainsheds, on the last lap of the homeward journey…\u201d<\/p>\n
1209 Park Ave. Indianapolis. Sunday Afternoon.\u00a0 \u201cLo! the regular Sunday letter has begun again!\u201d<\/p>\n
Jan. 19, 1908.\u00a0 Sunday Evg.\u00a0 \u201cIt hardly seems possible, does it dears? that I have written the right date at the head of this paper!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning, Jan. 26 [1908].\u00a0 \u201cGood morning, dear hearts, who are only just now finishing your breakfasts, I reckon!\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother and Helen,\u2014I am wishing I knew, tonight, just how you two are, just how our Small Child has stood the week…\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday. February 16, 1907.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother and Helen, I don\u2019t know whether or not I can tell you all you want to know and all I want you to know this morning…\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning, 8.30.\u00a0 \u201cThink of it, here is your one-time slug-a-bed up, dressed, fed…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe news you can read, dear Helen, in the letter to Mother that I\u2019ve just finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning. Mar. 8 [1908].\u00a0 \u201cMy dears, here I am, eating soft, fresh dates that I bought on market yesterday, while the rain it raineth softly and persistently…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy dearie Mother, Is the \u2018splendid pain\u2019 a little less splendid now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Friday morning, in school.\u00a0 \u201cDearest little sister, Do you know that I forgot until I was coming to school this morning that I had sent youall no letter last night?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMother dearest, twenty-four hours ago I thought I should write you quite\u00a0a long letter for Sunday,\u2014but that was under the inspiration of the splendid long one I had from you!\u201d<\/p>\n
Saturday Morning \u201cDearest Mother, Of course the special delivery never came\u2014and its failure to arrive explains why you wrote in Sunday\u2019s letter no word as to your visit…\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning.\u00a0 \u201cMy room is in order, dusted and \u2018red up,\u2019 and I have been reading for a little in the confessions of St. Augustine\u2014which \u2018I like\u201d is hardly a strong enough word for..\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Twos, This is the regular evening, isn\u2019t it? to resume the even tenor of my ways and get a letter off to youall before the postman has collected the mail.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cYou two are happy tonight, being together again, I am very sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday, just after lunch.\u201cDears:\u2014I feel a little as Father did when he said he\u2019d lost his bearings\u2014it seems so queer to be at leisure all day long.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Just after dinner.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Two, Of all golden days this is the most golden…\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday\u20149 A.M.\u00a0 \u201cA rainy morning, dearest Mother, so that instead of going downtown to church, I shall slip around the corner to Plymouth Congregational Church.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cWould you believe that the little leaves can almost be seen to take shape on the lilac bushes, that the trees are plainly a-feathering against the sky…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDearest Mother\u2014I have a wee bit minute to make up for the omission of a Thursday night letter to you…\u201d<\/p>\n
Major\u2019s Crossing Sunday P.M.\u00a0 \u201cMy two dears\u2014If ever a beech tree was made to sit under this one was\u2014for it grows with great spreading roots right out of a bank…\u201d<\/p>\n
On the train, on Friday afternoon.\u00a0 \u201cAntoinette forgot to mail the letter I wrote you yesterday, so it lies in my room unmailed…\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning, May 17\u00a0 Louisville, Ky.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother and Helen, While you are rejoicing in the first mild days of spring I am feeling that summer not only is coming but already here!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDearest Mother, this letter, at any rate, is to get to you with the regularity that has been lacking in the others!\u00a0 Have you minded?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDearest Mother\u2014I have just come home from seeing dear Antoinette off for Waterville, via Buffalo!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning.\u00a0 \u201cIf you were here, dears, you would be borrowing all my shawls…\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening \u201cDearest Mother\u2014Yes, school is over, as you very well know…\u201d<\/p>\n
Postmarked Indianapolis, Ind. June 15 10 AM 1908.\u00a0 To Mrs. George de Long Hubbardston, Massachusetts.\u00a0 Early Monday Morning (Not yet dressed!\u00a0 \u201cWhen you read this, my three dear ones, you will be in that happy, happy little town of Hubbardston…\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Afternoon.\u00a0 \u201cIsn\u2019t it lovely, dears, to be at home in the afternoon so that one can write letters, correct compositions, read, etc. in one’s nightgown?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning.\u00a0 \u201cIt is cool and shadowy here in my room, and a little breeze is blowing…\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening. 6 P.M.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother, I was disappointed\u00a0to get no letter from youall today, for of course I want to hear how our friends next door are…\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother, I am so sorry I didn\u2019t think to tell you, in my \u2018last\u2019 that my throat was all well by Tuesday!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning.\u00a0 \u201cI am going to write a letter before I get ready for church, just to be sure that I will have something to put in the noon mail.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning, just after breakfast.\u00a0 \u201cAre youall watching the sun eclipse, through smoked glass, as we have been doing?\u00a0 I can\u2019t feel a sustained interest in it, so have withdrawn…\u201d<\/p>\n
Tuesday Afternoon.\u00a0 \u201cBefore I read your letter again, Mother dear, I\u2019m going to write a little letter to you, so you can have a Thursday surprise.\u201d<\/p>\n
12 Fairbanks Street Brookline \u201cDearest Mother: I couldn\u2019t get a card off last night very well, for Ruth Gaines was here to supper and directly after we went for a long ride in Marion\u2019s brother\u2019s automobile.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Letters to her family.\u00a0 January-Summer 1908. Folder 13.\u00a0 Letters to her family.\u00a0 January-Summer 1908.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 37 items. En route from Louisville to Indianapolis.\u00a0 Sunday Afternoon. [\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 1908] \u201cDear Father, We are hardly more than out of the Louisville trainsheds, on the last lap of the homeward journey…\u201d 1209 Park Ave. Indianapolis. Sunday Afternoon.\u00a0 \u201cLo! the regular […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":7583,"menu_order":13,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-templates\/full-width.php","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-7615","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n