Prelude: This letter was type written from someone named Bob who was in Brooklyn, NY on May 25th 1938 to a Miss Frances Fairfield of Hornell, NY. Could it be Bob the friend of Walt in the last letter to Fran? Maybe, we may never know.
Hi, Sorry I haven’t written before but haven’t had time. I was glad to hear from you in the telegram and also it seemed swell to talk to you; not to mention the sensation that will be had when I kiss ya. Gosh, with no body home, I’ll probably never leave. There will be somebody home won’t there? Gosh gal, that’s swell, we can play house. I’m planning on coming, I don’t know how I’ll get there but I will if it is at all possible, so be ready. Do you have to work on Saturday morning? Hope not. Well, I can’t think of a darn thing to say and I got work to do, so gotta close. Hellish sorry, that this is so short, but I have a heavy night ahead of me. I love you darling and I’ll be seeing you soon and a-kissing ya soon and… So long…fooled ya didn’t I.
I love you
…And so we are introduced to another man in dear Fran’s life. The letter is two years after the one she received from Walt. Looks like she met Bob and they hit it off. It seems to me that there is some kind of relationship already going on, because good old Bob wants to play house when he comes to visit. How scandalous for 1938, and He put it in writing. I love that Fran saved all these letters and I love more that I get to read them and share them with you.
Here is a link to a satellite picture of Fran’s address in Hornell, NY: https://www.google.com/maps/place/345+Seneca+Rd,+Hornell,+NYemail@example.com,-77.6622157,590m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0x89d190ae0356c79f:0x8e067ee700274d1d!8m2!3d42.3426509!4d-77.660027
Here is a link to a satellite picture of Bob’s address in Brooklyn, NY: https://www.google.com/maps/place/233+Ryerson+St,+Brooklyn,+NYfirstname.lastname@example.org,-73.9663757,605m/data=!3m2!1e3!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x89c25bbf25b78d01:0x58694f475dc018c2!8m2!3d40.6911107!4d-73.964187
One thought on “Dearest Fran”
Seems like Walt didn’t get his chance after all.
It’s quite interesting to read the euphemism “play house”.