Dearest of Girls:
Your letter indicates your big dilemma. It seems to me we ought by all means please your mother - but she cannot expect to overdo. She of course thinks that she can have a big afair for her baby, but it's a physical impossibility for her to make "heap big fuss", as you know. I can see why she would want you to be married at home, and think myself it would be very nice. But still, I want my girl to "feel married", and she says she wouldn't if the home preacher officiates.
Ross, when he was in Ohio, probably obtained a license from the probate court of his county authorizing him ton perform ceremonies. That being the case, he must merely present his license to the probate court of Van Wert County, for registration there. Or if he has never taken out an Ohio license, he is eligible under the statutes as I read them to procure such a license. The only difficulty in securing Ross, as I see it will be in getting a date on which he can be with us. The Ky. statute will let us get a license there. It doesn't matter where - just so I get you. That's the way I feel. (And I'd take you even in gold.) I wrote to Ira S., and you should hear from him in a few days. When the rings come, you will be able to make your choice. If you insist on me seeing them too, I'll be willing but not enthusiastic, because I want you to be pleased, regardless of my opinion.
Have you sold that darned store yet? You had better get a good offer and let it go, or I'll think you don't mean Easter of before. My sweetheart, I sometimes doubt if I can wait until Easter, but I will of course. When we have to wait for things we want, we ought appreciate them more. I'm sure that I'm going to love you more and more as we go along together. You have been so wonderful to me that I know I'm the luckiest of men. And after the first 100 years, you will have become used to me, and will not mind so much having me around.
I'm sorry, I do not have a trunk. If Russ will lend his, we'll use it, and someday when we make a trip (if - when - as) - we'll have to get one. I thought we were plentifully supplied with luggage - but it begins to look as though I've overlooked one bit. I think that Homer has a small overseas trunk or two around somewhere, and if you like, I'll borrow it. Turnabout is fair play. He borrowed my suitcase and travelling bag when he married.
I had a big day yesterday - but am loafing a little today. So your letter leaves a little earlier than it would have done.
Keep sweet for me - and try to love me a little more.
Andy
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Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
February 21, 1927
My darling,
It was a lonesome Sunday without you, after that week end with you. I have felt somewhat ashamed since last week, for keeping you up so late when you were so uncomfortable because of the pain. If I didn't know that I would have had a hard time getting you to bed, I would feel worse. We were all of us glad to hear that the lumbago was leaving you. I hope that the good report still continues. You must take care of yourself, dear, for me. You will, won't you?
One of the men at the Interurban station was killed Thurs. night and we went to the funeral this afternoon. Then to church this evening with Allen's (our old neighbors). I saw lots of girls at church on both occasions, but none can compare with you. You should hear us around here now. When something is mentioned, our first question is, "Do you think Dottie will like it?" And we mean it. I know that I want you to be satisfied, contented, and happier if possible, with me here, than you ever have been before. And it seems that my folks are just as anxious that our life, and our surroundings here shall be as you want them.
Did you enjoy my report of the reception I got Mon. afternoon at the office? I stood a bit of ragging, I can tell you. But that's the sort of thing that pleases a fellow's vanity.. To know that everyone else knows he cares, and that someone cares for him. I have not been busy this week; the firm has plenty of business, but a great deal of it cannot be handled by a "cub". I go along and get acquainted with such cases as I can, so that I can at best listen intelligently when the men talk about them.
The weatherman seems to pick Sundays for his snowstorms. We have had snow since last night. There has not been much of it, but there have been high winds which cause a lot of drifting, and of course the drifts are in the most inconvenient places (that is, where shovelling must be done.)
I shall write Ira Spenney early this week in line with your suggestion. If he sends the rings soon, or early in the week, it might be an inspiration to hold them until I see them. So if you are able to choose, I'd suggest sending the other right back, and my check can go to him then right away. I know that you want me to see them, dear, but after all it is to be your choice.
I have looked at Ky. law, and I rather think that we'll have to claim residence there to get a license. Perhaps Ross can set us right as to that if we ask him. I should really go to the statutes themselves to make sense, and I'll do it the first time I get over to the Supreme Court library.
Mother talked to Homer and Ann on the phone yesterday. Homer asked about you again. Is there something you're keeping from me?
I don't care. I love you too much to worry. And I believe you care for me like that. Sweetheart, it's a long time til April, but you're worth waiting for longer than that. It's bedtime and again I climb to my room to spend the night alone. Not many more times will I have to do that. One day, and every day after that, I'll mount the stairs with my arm about your waist, or quietly sneak up to find you tucked between the covers waiting for me.
And though I hate to get up in the morning now, I know I'll hate it more when I have you. Still I'll always remember that just as surely as day follows night, so does night follow day, and I'll be with my sweetheart again after a few hours.
I can't tell you how I love you; I'll just have to show you for 50 years, and then ask you if I've proved it.
Andy
It was a lonesome Sunday without you, after that week end with you. I have felt somewhat ashamed since last week, for keeping you up so late when you were so uncomfortable because of the pain. If I didn't know that I would have had a hard time getting you to bed, I would feel worse. We were all of us glad to hear that the lumbago was leaving you. I hope that the good report still continues. You must take care of yourself, dear, for me. You will, won't you?
One of the men at the Interurban station was killed Thurs. night and we went to the funeral this afternoon. Then to church this evening with Allen's (our old neighbors). I saw lots of girls at church on both occasions, but none can compare with you. You should hear us around here now. When something is mentioned, our first question is, "Do you think Dottie will like it?" And we mean it. I know that I want you to be satisfied, contented, and happier if possible, with me here, than you ever have been before. And it seems that my folks are just as anxious that our life, and our surroundings here shall be as you want them.
Did you enjoy my report of the reception I got Mon. afternoon at the office? I stood a bit of ragging, I can tell you. But that's the sort of thing that pleases a fellow's vanity.. To know that everyone else knows he cares, and that someone cares for him. I have not been busy this week; the firm has plenty of business, but a great deal of it cannot be handled by a "cub". I go along and get acquainted with such cases as I can, so that I can at best listen intelligently when the men talk about them.
The weatherman seems to pick Sundays for his snowstorms. We have had snow since last night. There has not been much of it, but there have been high winds which cause a lot of drifting, and of course the drifts are in the most inconvenient places (that is, where shovelling must be done.)
I shall write Ira Spenney early this week in line with your suggestion. If he sends the rings soon, or early in the week, it might be an inspiration to hold them until I see them. So if you are able to choose, I'd suggest sending the other right back, and my check can go to him then right away. I know that you want me to see them, dear, but after all it is to be your choice.
I have looked at Ky. law, and I rather think that we'll have to claim residence there to get a license. Perhaps Ross can set us right as to that if we ask him. I should really go to the statutes themselves to make sense, and I'll do it the first time I get over to the Supreme Court library.
Mother talked to Homer and Ann on the phone yesterday. Homer asked about you again. Is there something you're keeping from me?
I don't care. I love you too much to worry. And I believe you care for me like that. Sweetheart, it's a long time til April, but you're worth waiting for longer than that. It's bedtime and again I climb to my room to spend the night alone. Not many more times will I have to do that. One day, and every day after that, I'll mount the stairs with my arm about your waist, or quietly sneak up to find you tucked between the covers waiting for me.
And though I hate to get up in the morning now, I know I'll hate it more when I have you. Still I'll always remember that just as surely as day follows night, so does night follow day, and I'll be with my sweetheart again after a few hours.
I can't tell you how I love you; I'll just have to show you for 50 years, and then ask you if I've proved it.
Andy
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
February 9, 1927
Sweetest:
Present plans are for mother to leave here on Friday A.M. to go to Middlepoint for a little visit with Mother Veach.
I am telling her to stop at Lima to see you before going on over, when you can arrange for Bob to meet her. On second thought, why not let her call from M.P station when she gets there?
Unless you hear differently, mother will arrive at Lima at 11:15 Friday A.M. (Lima time)
I will come up on Saturday evening, when I'll do my best to squeeze you to pieces.
You are the nicest, dearest little sweetheart anyone ever had - I'm so darned tickled about getting you, I don't know what to do.
I hope all the gang are still satisfied with me - but in case they are not - if you are, that's enough.
May I tell you on Saturday how much I care?
Andy
Present plans are for mother to leave here on Friday A.M. to go to Middlepoint for a little visit with Mother Veach.
I am telling her to stop at Lima to see you before going on over, when you can arrange for Bob to meet her. On second thought, why not let her call from M.P station when she gets there?
Unless you hear differently, mother will arrive at Lima at 11:15 Friday A.M. (Lima time)
I will come up on Saturday evening, when I'll do my best to squeeze you to pieces.
You are the nicest, dearest little sweetheart anyone ever had - I'm so darned tickled about getting you, I don't know what to do.
I hope all the gang are still satisfied with me - but in case they are not - if you are, that's enough.
May I tell you on Saturday how much I care?
Andy
Saturday, March 7, 2015
February 7, 1927
My own:
I've a very bad fever working on me now- so you'll pardon me if I rave a little in this note. My fever did not come on me suddenly, but it is getting worse each minute. It's the fever to see you again. And since the urge will not leave me, I know, I'm planning on making another week end trip. I have almost persuaded mother to postpone her visit until late this week, with my plea that then I'll come up to get her. I must see you. I wander around here and wherever I go I see couples - oh gosh! how lonesome it makes me feel.
And your very good friend Elsie is still speaking of wonders of the world. She tells everyone she sees of our engagement, and how you have a niece older than yourself, and how I have had the ring for a very long time trying to put it on somebody (and at last have succeeded). More fun than a Sennett Comedy, I guess from what I hear.
By the way, do you remember the book she gave me when I graduated? And the sweet writing in it? Grrr-rrr-grrrrr. She's due for a swift kick - I hope she gets it.
Do you care if I dream about you? If I long to have you hear with me? If I pray that you'll dispose of the store in time? If I wish that April preceded March?
Bexley's waiting for you, young lady - but hang Bexley - so am I. There! No more trying to tell you how I love you. I'll try to show you when I see you - I hope next Saturday.
Andy
I've a very bad fever working on me now- so you'll pardon me if I rave a little in this note. My fever did not come on me suddenly, but it is getting worse each minute. It's the fever to see you again. And since the urge will not leave me, I know, I'm planning on making another week end trip. I have almost persuaded mother to postpone her visit until late this week, with my plea that then I'll come up to get her. I must see you. I wander around here and wherever I go I see couples - oh gosh! how lonesome it makes me feel.
And your very good friend Elsie is still speaking of wonders of the world. She tells everyone she sees of our engagement, and how you have a niece older than yourself, and how I have had the ring for a very long time trying to put it on somebody (and at last have succeeded). More fun than a Sennett Comedy, I guess from what I hear.
By the way, do you remember the book she gave me when I graduated? And the sweet writing in it? Grrr-rrr-grrrrr. She's due for a swift kick - I hope she gets it.
Do you care if I dream about you? If I long to have you hear with me? If I pray that you'll dispose of the store in time? If I wish that April preceded March?
Bexley's waiting for you, young lady - but hang Bexley - so am I. There! No more trying to tell you how I love you. I'll try to show you when I see you - I hope next Saturday.
Andy
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