Folder 18.\u00a0 Letters to her family.\u00a0 September-December 1909.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 24 items.<\/b>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n
Saturday 7.30 a.m.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother\u2014My train has not yet pulled out of the station, so you see I am making an early start with this letter!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is eleven o\u2019clock of a warm Sunday morning\u2014the hot weather katydids or cicadas are singing away outdoors\u2014and I have just arranged a bowl of lilies of the valley…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo my dearest Mother\u2014My dear blue-eyed, lovely, joyous-hearted, fascinating Mother!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning\u00a0 \u201cIt is a beautiful day\u2014cool and sunny.\u00a0 Mr. Hufford is out in his garden…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy best love to the dearest of Mothers!\u00a0 The birthday lady is probably already in bed…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy dear ones\u2014Are you having a drive this week, as you did last, under beautiful skies…\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday afternoon \u201cA warm, still, heavy-aired day, my dearest Mother, that makes one feel lazy and incapable of ambition, and that is somehow pleasant, too…\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening \u201cTo my dearest Mother and sister\u2014Figure to yourselves your Ethel jumping up from a game of Canfield, in a sudden recollection that it is letter home night…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSunday afternoon, the sun just shining after a long rain\u2014and a coolness and clearness in the air such as we haven\u2019t had for days.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDearest Mother\u2014I am so glad Aunt Ida went off better.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Afternoon \u201cDearest Mother\u2014I write \u2018afternoon,\u2019 but the gas has been lighted since quarter of four\u2014on account of the rain, which began about noon…\u201d<\/p>\n
[October 20, 1909]\u00a0 \u201cMy birthday evening.\u00a0 Such a plummy<\/span> birthday!\u201d<\/p>\n 1209 Park Avenue, Indianapolis, Indiana \u201cI wish you could see the chrysanthemum plant we bought at market yesterday, for 35\u00a2!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDearest of dear Mothers, is it any comfort to you to know that I would give a great lot to be able to say to you this afternoon, \u2018Now, Arabella, you go to bed with the hot-water bag…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDearest Mother\u2014It seems lonesome to me, tonight\u2014and I have felt blue and apprehensive about you\u2014because I have had no letter at all from you this week…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDearest Mother\u2014Is Mr. Jones has been and gone with his Sure\u2019s and Goshes…\u201d[sic]<\/p>\n \u201cDearest Mother and Helen\u2014Two<\/span> letters from home in two days! and nobody sick…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDearest Mother\u2014Please send my Greek Dictionary in the pkg. on Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n [Arabella: November 19, 1909] \u201cDearest Mother and Helen\u2014Oh, oh, oh! but it has turned splendidly cold…\u201d<\/p>\n Saturday \u201cDearest Mother\u2014I forgot to send you this check yesterday…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cwell, dears, I<\/span> had a shopping-day yesterday, and I wish you could see the humble array of\u2019 \u2018presents\u2019 I have on my bureau-top.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMerry Christmas to you\u2014dear ones of mine!\u00a0 I hope packages are arriving with every mail, and the expresswagons [sic] driving up to the door in a continuous procession…\u201d<\/p>\n [Helen: December 1909]\u00a0 \u2018Dearest Mother and Helen\u2014It is really Merry Christmas day at last, a snowy and cold one out of doors, with a gray sky that snowflakes flutter out of every now and then…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTo Arabella, Helen, and Peter Pan\u2014Greeting!\u00a0 and most happy New Year wishes to them and to Mr. de Long.\u00a0 I am sorry that the little package I have for your New Years\u2019 can\u2019t be posted till December 31 or January 1, because I can\u2019t get one thing in it done on time…\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Folder 18.\u00a0 Letters to her family.\u00a0 September-December 1909.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 24 items.\u00a0 Saturday 7.30 a.m.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother\u2014My train has not yet pulled out of the station, so you see I am making an early start with this letter!\u201d \u201cIt is eleven o\u2019clock of a warm Sunday morning\u2014the hot weather katydids or cicadas are singing away outdoors\u2014and I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":7583,"menu_order":18,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-templates\/full-width.php","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-7810","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n