Dear Esther and Frank

Dear Esther and Frank

Prelude: This letter was written on July 23, 1944 by a Lt. G.H. Morrison who was stationed somewhere in New Guinea to Esther and Frank Fairfield of Hornell, NY. Esther and Frank are the parents of Miss Francis Fairfield whom I’ve posted several letters that were written to her from Bob Flannery.

THE LETTER:

Dear Esther and Frank:                                   Somewhere in New Guinea

23 July, 1944

Boy, was I glad to hear from you.  It was a very pleasant surprise.  It’s good to hear from people from home, who are your friends, and who, you know won’t let you down in this crisis.  I say that, Esther, because, you see, Lucile has let me down.  I had a letter from her recently in which she gave me the “brush-off” as we call it in the Army.  Of course, I’m not the only one, but I did not hardly expect it of her.  Just a silly girl who couldn’t take it, and had to have her fun.  It was pretty tough to take, and really staggered me, but— if that is the way she feels, it is the only thing to do.  She gave as a reason that I was too old, and that she knew she was going to do it before I left for the Army.  Now, I know why she was so anxious for me to stay in.  You see, I could have gotten out, but am damn glad I didn’t now.  I wouldn’t miss the finish of these “yellow bellies” for anything.  At least I have one distinction—- I’ll bet I’m the first one in Hornell, to be kicked out of house and home.

This is a pretty rugged life down here, Esther, but I seem to be holding up a little better than average, even though I am so damned old.  The heat, dust and mud and the everlasting insects are the worsts.  The bugs are bugs as we know them in Hornell—-they are twice or three times as large, and when they hit you, it feels like a P-38.

So, Frank, you are still the fisherman? You should be down here, as we make it very simple.  Just pull the pin in a hand grenade and lob it in.  Saves a lot of time and they taste damned good, after bully-beef.  (Don’t mind the mistakes, as I am working on a bottle of rum, I bought off a ship for ten pounds ($32.28). I have to do something to drown my troubles. Wish I had a case.

So, they finally got Tony.  He should make good, as they need mechanics badly. Maybe he will come over, or rather down in this Theater.  Let me know from time to time what his APO is and if it is here in New Guinea, I will know where and will look him up.  I have seen several of Hornellians, Eddie Shearer’s boy, Joe’s brother-in-law, Geo DeGroat, Rowley Gams, and others.

I have been working like the devil lately.  I suppose ‘Cile has told you I am doing the same thing I did in Hornell, only of course on a larger scale, and I mean larger, definitely!  I don’t think anyone can imagine what we get rid of here in one day.  All I can say is that it would supply Hornell for a period of five years.

Well, Esther and Frank, I don’t know what will become of my business, but if I still have it when this mess is over, I will probably see you at the same old stand.  If I don’t have anything left, but a suit of clothes, maybe I will be back anyway, asking for a job.

Everything tonight, is covered with a fine volcanic dust.  I don’t know where it is coming from, but I hope it is Tokio.  How do you like the looks of the war news?  We have landed on Guam, according to the latest reports, and our little newspaper, “Guniea Gold”.  Did ‘Cile ever show it to you?  It certainly is a complete little paper.  The Russians are going great guns, and they are doing all right in Europe.  Who knows, maybe this will be over, before we suspect.  Anything can happen in Europe.  I remember the last war. It ended overnight and no one suspected it.  Golly, I must be getting old, this is my second one.  Maybe ‘Cile is right, after all.  More power to the 4-F or the DDD, (Damned Draft Dodger).  I was planning on a victorious home-coming after victory, but I suppose it will be a very quiet entrance, with my tail between by legs. Of course, there is a possibility I can’t overlook—- We are still in contact with the Japs, and I may never come home at all.  That would certainly simplify matters, wouldn’t it?

Give my best to Maxine, all the Andersons, and anyone else you can think of.  Damn—- this $32.28 dollar rum is surely working.  We mix it with grapefruit juice and believe it or not, ice.  The Japs were good enough to leave some of the plants still standing when they took off.  You see there were some very nice little villages here, before they landed.

I have plenty to tell you, if I ever see you again, but I can’t in a letter.  I don’t know whether ‘Cile told you or not, probably not, as she must be pretty busy with her social and business life, but I was down south for about five weeks doing some special work. I didn’t see much of Australia, but what I did see, looked pretty good.  Might even be a good place to spend the rest of my life in.  They are about 25 years behind in all things, and an opportunity to make some money is there.  I did get a lot of Australian beer.  It’s pretty good, but about twice as strong as ours and doesn’t taste as good. We are to be issued good old American beer here on the 1st of August.  One case of “stubbies” per month.  I could drink that at one setting at the Big Elms.  Wish I was there to bring you some more nice cool drinks in this hot weather you are having.  You know of course, this is our winter, and it was real cool in the mainland.  Of course, here it never gets cool.  Too near the Equator.

Well folks, guess I have bored you long enough, and I still have to write to Dooly, So good night for now, and God bless you all. I’ll be seein’ you—-I Hope.

 

As Always,

Geo

COMMENTARY:

Well, this was quite the lengthy letter. Geo is emerged in WWII in the South Pacific and Rum seems to be his medicine of choice. Letters from soldiers involved in WWII are always interesting because the writers have to try to tell what is going on with them without revealing what is going on with the war. “Loose lips, sink ships” was the motto of the day and as we read this letter from Geo, we can almost hear the stress hidden behind the comedic remarks of his letter. I’m guessing alcohol dulled the pain of his everyday terrors. Letters like this should make us remember that WWII was fought on the backs of everyday men and women who just wanted to be home.

 

Friend Ettie

Friend Ettie

Prelude: Here is a little gem of a letter I found at Cuba Antiques, located at 6 Water Street in Cuba, NY.  I spent some time sorting through a box of old papers and found this tiny little envelope. It was sealed and the post stamp on the outside of the envelope was barely readable, but I thought the date said 1881. I was right. I purchased the letter and opened it. It was written on August 2nd in 1881 by a man named Clarence Gleason who lived in Belfast, NY to a woman named Ettie Merrill, who lived in Belmont, NY. It’s short, but sweet, and I left the spelling errors in, so you can read it in its original form.

 

THE LETTER:

Belfast                                    August the 2nd 1881

Friend Ettie,

I take my funcile (?) in having to let you now (know) I am well, hope to find you the same. Well we have just got threw (through) heying (haying). We have got to (two) sick horses now and when they get better I am coming up your way. I am in quite a hurry now, please excuse me for this time. Write soon.

Clarence Gleason

 

COMMENTARY:

I love this little letter! I wonder if the postman was passing through town and Clarence decided to write something quick so he could send it along to Miss Ettie. He’s got two sick horses, and it’s the beginning of August. That was probably quite a hardship when people depended on horses for labor on a farm. Anyway, it’s a glimpse into the life of local people living in 1881. I did a little research (see all the links below) and found out an interesting fact. Clarence and Ettie got married! I found this out by researching cemetery records of the Riverside Cemetery in Balfast, NY.  I went first to the Allegany County Historical Society and found a link to the cemetery records there. I looked up Clarence first and to my surprise found Ettie a few rows down.

So, this letter is a courting letter from before they were married. I just love finds like these, where I can find historical information about the people who wrote these letters. History is so interesting when you find out about the personal lives of everyday people. What do you think?

 

History:

Here is a link to Wikipedia 1881: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1881_in_the_United_States

Here is a link to Belfast, NY: http://www.belfastny.org

Here is a link to Belmont, NY: http://www.belmontny.org

Here is a link to the Allegany County Historical Society: http://www.alleganyhistory.org

Here is a link to the Riverside Cemetery List : http://www.alleganyhistory.org/research/cemeteries/a-e241/belfast218/2990-riverside-cemetery-3

Here is the listing of Clarence :

Gleason Clarence B. June 5, 1858 – December 2, 1930

Here is the listing of Ettie:

Gleason Ettie L. Merrill February 22, 1864 – October 31, 1945

 

 

Dear Emmy

Dear Emmy

Prelude: I don’t have a lot of information to the origins of this letter. I believe it was written in the late 1930’s because it was with a few of the other letters in a bundle I acquired that were written to Emma/Emmy. This letter is from a man named Walter.

 

THE LETTER:

Dear Emmy,                                                                Sunday afternoon

Please forgive me for the way I acted and treated you last Friday evening. Never did I realize until last Saturday that there are others in the world besides me.

Friday, you saw me as I really am – a selfish, infantile fool intent on gaining my own pleasure and self-satisfaction, disregarding the feelings of everyone else.

In this game of life, I have cheated, taken short cuts and broken many rules; unwilling to conquer and surmount the obstacles which presented themselves.

What a fool I am. What a heel you must think I am after the way I answered and treated you – driving through the streets like a madman, caring not whether I smashed the car or injured someone.

Only two weeks ago I told you that I didn’t think there were any decent girls left.  Let me retract this statement.

Last Saturday, I found a girl who exemplifies all the traits I desire in a girl.  This girl is a good sport, clean-cut, understanding, likeable, good company and a swell pal to have on any occasion, and to think that I treated her the way I did – causing her to shoulder the blame which I alone am responsible for.

To you Emmy, I offer my most humble and sincere apology and ask your forgiveness.

To you I promise that I shall never act up as I have previously and conduct myself as you would have me.

I shall attempt to square matters up with Mrs. Cook’s sister.

To a swell girl and pal

Sincerely,

Walter

COMMENTARY: Well, last week’s letter from Tony was really boring, but this week’s letter from Walter is not! Walter sounds like he acted like a big jerk. After reading this letter the big question is –  What did she ask him? What did she say that made him drive through the streets like a madman? Oh, I wonder what it was! I’d love to hear your best guess. At least he attempts an apology. Oh, and what did he do to Mrs. Cook’s sister? What do you think?

 

Dear Emma

Dear Emma

Prelude: This letter was written by someone named Tony to a woman named Emma. It was written in Spencer, New York on December 22nd 1937.  There was no envelope so, I  am not sure where Emma is located, but there is a reference to Wmsville, which could be Williamsville, Pennsylvania.

 

THE LETTER:

Dear Emma,

This letter will be short because by this time you must be quite tired from hard work and won’t want to read too much.

It won’t be long now and will I be glad.  Have done only a small part of Xmas shopping. Exercises are Thurs. P. M.  so that will be one thing over with.

The trip home turned out o.k., got home at 3:30, didn’t start from Wmsville until 12:07.

The map helped out fine.  I’m going to keep it so as to find the way next time.

You should know by now if and when you can come do maybe I’ll have your letter before you get this, hope so.

Too bad you mother feels the way she does about your coming but I can understand it all because of your mother being so much like mine and other things so much the same.

Enjoyed the visit at your house very much.  Maybe I’ll come again sometime.

This deal we thought of was quite an idea, you know, trading Mama for you some week.  Your mother wouldn’t miss you so much as otherwise and I think they would find a lot in common to talk about, for on, I think, people from across have in common is a great interest in people in their own circumstances.  It’s so plain to see your mother misses the companionship of her own relatives and countrymen.

Well, here’s expecting a little message from you soon.  Sent a package same time as this letter which I hope you receive unharmed.

There isn’t much snow yet and no skating but maybe there will be.  So Christmas vacation holds a lot in anticipation.  Do you feel that way about it?

Mama talked all the way home about her trip.  Haven’t heard where Wilma is yet. Don’t you think this was enough for a shot letter?

Lots of love,

Tony

COMMENTARY:

This is an interesting little letter that is really about nothing. He seems to talk about the letter being short and his Mama more than anything else. I do wonder what was in the package he sent…Maybe a Christmas present? I wonder what a Christmas present in 1937 was? Anyway, it’s a little voice from the past that can make us imagine what it was like to live in another time. What do you think?

Dear Mother

Dear Mother 1845 - 1

Dear Mother 1845 - 2

Prelude: This is a letter, I’ve been saving to post at the right time. It is a very old letter that was written on January 1st 1845. Yes, this letter was written before the Civil War and during a time when our country was deep into slavery.  It was written by a man named E.M. Nay. Mr. Nay was a lawyer and was living in Livingston, Alabama when he wrote this letter to his Mother who was living in New York under the care of a Mr. William Townsend. His Mother’s name was Mrs. Deborah Shelden. The letter looks to be have been written with a quill pen and has some unreadable words. Also, there is no envelope. They did not use envelopes in 1845 the letter was simply folded and sealed with wax.

 

THE LETTER:

Dear Mother,

I will in the first place wish you a happy new year. About nine O’clock the domatables made their appearance and with torch lights marched through every street in town. The domatables are people dressed in disguise of all the vanities you can conceive. After they got through marching they went to the tavern and got supper and then to the grocery and had a great spence, which they kept up till near day. That is the way an old and a new year meets together in this country. At Christmas, 25th Dec., the holy days commence and last until the 1st of January- during that time the N….rs and all foolier and make jolly old time.

It is so seldom that I write a letter unconnected with business that when I attempt it I can find hardly two ideas connected together, and it is for that reason together with the fuss I can hardly get an hour in the day to spend except with my pen, that I have not written you oftener. I have all that I can do, either of my own, of my own business or of Mr. Smith with whom I am staying.  I commenced the practice about the middle of August last.  In my first case I made $30, the 22nd last month a man gave me a note with security for $50, fee in a case. Those are the two fees I have made, but in all the cases have made $150.

I have three cases in which if I secure, I have a fee of $500 each.  I think I have been lucky in getting business, but this for it is nothing but luck, and there is not 12 men in the county who know whether I am a good lawyer or not.  About this way I spend my time- dress before breakfast of course- then study till 12 O’clock at night. I do not believe I have been to bed before that time in a month, and from the present indications, I think I may say I can make a living by the practice of law.  John is doing a good business and just getting into every circumstance. I suppose he is worth about $5000 or $6000 clear of debt. He has lost enough to make a man rich in New York, which he’s always been kept a secret from you and still would have, had he not got a start again.  He says he is going to see you alive when he has made $10,000.  If he has success for two years more that he has had the last year and life is spared. You will undoubtedly see him.  He says he cannot spare the money to go this summer and to pay off and see that it will take his loose change to secure his bribery, which by the bank takes about $3000 to purchase a pass able bribery. The firm of Renggoto, Vary & Clark gets $5000 in one case in this country.

John never writes me any news, if he has business he writes if not – never. Here is a specimen of his letters- London Dec. 27th 1845. Brother Elbert- The note for you from Mr. Larett is secure- I have not time to write you about the matters I want you to attend to previously you have terms – but will send in mail next week business to handle & am well. Your brother, John H. Nay. The above is about as he writes if he has business, if not I never get a letter, I doubt if he was to be married that he would write – perhaps he would. Your sons are dispensed to live the lives of old bachelors from present indications.  I can give you no encouragement of visiting you at present; I have not the means if was disposed, but I hope fortune may favor me that I shall be able in a few years.  We have here a cold winter that ever was experienced by the oldest fellows and this is the first winter I have ever seen snow in Alabama. My health is good.  Give my love to all and accept the same yourself. Write as soon as you receive this.

Your affectionate son,

E.M. Nay

 

COMMENTARY:

First, I must apologize for how choppy this letter seems, but it was very hard to read the writing.

I think it is a good glimpse into the life of a lawyer living in the south in 1945. I’m guessing that he was from England where his brother is. I wonder what happened to his father and why his mother is in New York and not with him or his brother.

Of course, the formality of the letter and all the talk about what money he made and was planning on making was interesting to me and gave us insight into his mindset.

And one last note, He did use the “N” word when referring to the people in the street. This alone gives us the reality of the time that he lived in.

I welcome your comments and opinions on this letter.

 

 

 

 

Dearest Fran (December)

Last Letter Bob to Fran

Prelude: Dear Friday’s Letter readers… I was going to wait until after the New Year to post this but I decided it was too important to make you wait…The following letter is one of the very last letters I have from Bob to Miss Frances Fairfield.  (As I mentioned before I have two more letters from when Bob was in college in Brooklyn.) This letter is a deeply personal letter that sheds some light on what happened between the two of them. I do not know the exact date that Bob wrote this letter, only that it was in December. I am guessing that it was written in 1938 along with all the other letters I have from that time period. I had no envelope, and it was just folded up among the other letters. After the letter, please see the Commentary and the link in History. It may answer some of the questions you have about these two amazing and interesting people whose letters we have been reading.

 

THE LETTER:

Dearest Fran,

I got both your letters and heartily agree with you – that this is a “fine mess.” One would think we were practically strangers to hear us try to avoid the ultimate which is – marriage- if not now certainly later… I thought that would be what Dr. H. would say after all he’d be risking quite a lot- as would you. If you want me to go to Dr. C. and talk with him, I’d just as soon, that is if you’ve chosen that way out.  I don’t know what to advise- If we did that, no one would ever know but it is very hazardous- but if we’re married Saturday, we’ll get by a month at the most, then neither of us will feel at ease in the others home or even our own home for that matter- and another way and slightly less valiant, but none more comfortable, would be to convert everything possible to cash and scram- which wouldn’t do either, as were both too family bound by home ties to ever forget.  So, I guess that’s out. But whatever we do, we do together.  Boy, it sure is a mess. I wish it was me, I’m sure I’d find a way out, but it’s slightly different with your well-being at stake. However, if we do choose that way out- I promise to marry you Fran, anytime or place- that is if you still want me to.

Well, how’s everything (excluding that of course)?  I miss you a lot darling and wish I could be with you more during these days.  I’d like very much to see you any time even if Al comes- Thanks very much for the stamps. Well, there’s not much more to say so, I’ll close for now and will write again tomorrow night.

I love you.

Bob

COMMENTARY:

This heartfelt letter is heart-breaking but I’m so glad we know that they decided to have little Bobby. If you skip back to the archives on my Friday’s letter site, you will find a letter I posted on September 1st titled “Dearest Fran (2).”  In this letter Bob writes that “I would like to have you and Bobby here.” This letter is also addressed to Mrs. Bob Flannery.  I apologize for having printed the letters so out of order, but I did not acquire all the letters at the same time and they were all jumbled together. It wasn’t until I purchased the second batch of letters that I realized some of them were written before the ones that had already been posted. Anyway, these letters became so interesting to me, that I started to do some Internet research on both Bob and Fran. I am happy (and sad at the same time) to say that I found some information on them.

I found an Obituary for Fran, who believe it or not was still alive when I started posting these letters. Fran died just recently on September 27th 2017. I don’t know why her letters were sold to an antique store when she was still alive, but I am continuing my research to try and find out.  In my research, I was not able to find an Obituary for Bob, but according to Fran’s Obituary he pre-deceased her. I’ve included a link to Fran’s Obituary below.

Also, I found something else in my research, that I think you will like…  I found pictures of them. Below are their high school year book pictures. Bob graduated in 1934 and Fran Graduated in 1936. Both were found in the Hornell Maple Leaf Year book archives. I’ve also included the writing that was beside each of their pictures. As you will see Fran’s has a hand written note on it that says “Flannery, Ithaca, NY.”

On more thing… I know this is a lot to take in and their story can seem a little confusing because of the details we just don’t know… Please leave me your comments and questions, as my research is on-going and I hope to someday soon turn their story into a book or even a movie…

HISTORY:

Here is a link to Miss Frances Fairfield’s Obituary: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/theithacajournal/obituary.aspx?pid=186796584

Here are the pictures I found of Bob and Fran:

Robert Flannery     Robert Flannery - Yearbook

Miss Frances Fairfield  Screen Shot 2017-12-22 at 8.51.23 PM

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dearest Fran (Rochester 5)

Dearest Fran (Rochester 5)

Christmas Cards to Fran's Family

Prelude: It’s almost Christmas in 1938 and Bob is still writing to Miss Frances Fairfield. This short letter was written on December 19, 1938 from Rochester, NY. I’ve also included a picture of a few Christmas cards that were in the box with Fran’s letter collection. There were no envelopes with the cards so, I don’t know if they were addressed to Fran or her parents.

THE LETTER:

Dearest Fran,

I hope you arrived home safely and received my letter today- Any news?

I didn’t get any letter from you today so, I guess you didn’t get home in time- Mind you now with all the people home from school.

Oh! In the event of your coming over to shop, don’t come Wednesday because the stores are open every night except Wednesday. I think I’ll run up town and do some looking.

Had a beast of a dinner tonight- ham –etc- and SPINACH, wow! ‘Twas good. Well there’s not much more I can think of for now, but will write you tomorrow again.  I love you dearest and miss you.  Are you coming up this week, other than Friday?

G’night. Love ya,

Bob

COMMENTARY:

I only have three more letters from Bob to Miss Frances Fairfield; one more very important letter that was written in December, but I’m not sure which day and a couple I just found that were written while Bob was back in school at Pratt University in Brooklyn. As far as this letter goes, it’s pretty simple. He’s really missing seeing Fran and it sounds as if he looks forward to every visit she makes to see him in Rochester. It’s a short-long-distance relationship and Bob writes as if he’s having everyday normal conversation.  Christmas is only a few days away, but I’m not sure they will be spending the day together. Such is life and love in 1938.

Dearest Fran (Rochester 4)

Dearest Fran (Rochester 4)

Prelude: The letters from Bob to Miss Frances Fairfield continue. Fran seems to visit Bob in Rochester quite often. This letter was written on December 19, 1938 and Bob writes a note at the top of the letter that says, “Sunday night after you’ve gone.”

THE LETTER:

Dearest Fran,

I hated very much to see you go- and am very sorry I forgot to get you gas. It’s a good thing I thought of it, as I’m sure you wouldn’t have said anything about it and I really didn’t mean to make you get it. I had a swell time home.  I’m glad you stayed and ate at our house instead of going away.  I’m sorry I couldn’t think of anything I wanted for Xmas, but anything you’d get for me would be treasured and appreciated so, don’t let it worry you. I’ll miss you Christmas and wish you would stay over and have your Xmas at our house, you know everyone and I’m sure you’d have a good time. We’ll go to any of the dances you want to. I only hope that I am home long enough so that you can go to all you want to of them.  I set my clocks ahead so I’ll get up early, but I can never forget that it’s early and when it rings, I lay there and say, I should get up now, but the clock is 15 minutes fast so, I lay in bed and consequently have to run.  This will be a long week with no Wednesday night. It would be nice if you could come over and run them a few stores.

Well, there’s not much more to say so I think I’ll go to bed. Good night darling and I love you very much.

Bob

COMMENTARY:

These letters between Bob and Fran are painting us a picture of their relationship that lets us peek into the lives of two ordinary people living in the late 1930’s. I love that these letters were written around the same time of year that it is now… just 79 years later. They are getting ready for Christmas and making plans for holiday dances and gatherings. Bob of course wants Fran to spend Christmas with him and his family, but it looks like she is going to spend it at home with her family instead. I’m not sure how deep they are into their relationship when this letter was written, but I promise with the next few letters I have to post and a special link I found that you will understand more about what happened in their lives.

Dearest Fran (Rochester 3)

Dearest Fran Rochester 3

Prelude: It’s December 1938, Bob is living and working in Rochester, New York and Fran lives with her parents in Hornell, New York. This letter is one, in a series of letters that Bob is writing to Fran. It is dated December 15, 1938. He writes to her almost daily and we know that she has come to visit him from reading this letter and his previous letters.

 

THE LETTER:

 

Dearest Fran,

Well, one more day and I’ll see you again.  It was swell of you to come up last night. I hope you got home ok. I guess I would have heard if you hadn’t.  I’ll look for you at 5 tomorrow night and then we’ll eat and shop and then maybe a show, then home. I miss you very much darling and think of you every minute. I know I haven’t done as well at my job as I might have.  I just can’t get used to it, not interested.  I hope I can soon, as it’s a rare opportunity.  I just can’t seem to realize it’s what I’ve always wanted- but they are awfully nice to me and I enjoy it.

How’s everyone?  I’m sorry that New York called you about your reports. I’m sure people would understand, were they to know what was on our minds. I didn’t get any mail today so, I guess you didn’t get home in time to write me.

This is what happens when you write with your chin on the desk. Try it sometime.

Gosh, I’ll be glad to see you again. Easy aces one and so I’ll stop a while.

Well, I think I’ll be off to bed tonight so, so long.  Bed after I swim I mean. Maybe I’ll get around to writing you again before I go to bed.  I love you dearest and will always.

So long, see you tomorrow,

Bob

 

COMMENTARY: Bob and Fran are deep in a relationship.  It seems to me that the distance between Rochester and Hornell is wearing on Bob. He’s not really happy at his job and he spends his evenings writing letters to Fran. I’m not sure what the “Easy aces…” line means but It was all I could get from Bob’s handwriting.  What do you think?

 

 

Dearest Fran (From Rochester 2)

Dearest Fran (From Rochester 2)

Prelude: Another letter from Bob to Miss Frances Fairfield… This one is written on December 9th, 1938 and it’s the third letter he wrote that week. His letters are coming from an address at 4 Durgin Street, in Rochester, NY.

 

THE LETTER:

Dearest Fran!

Got your swell letter! Thanks a lot for not missing once this week.  I look forward to them to no end- I have definitely decided not to come back to his room but I don’t know where I’ll go to but it won’t be here!

I miss you more than ever.  I dread to think of how I’d be if I were in New York instead of Rochester.  At nine-thirty I was just getting home from dinner.  I did not leave the office until 7- In fact, If I had not been anxious to read your letter, I’d be there yet.  I think- in fact, one of the fellows went when I just came past.  Gee! It’s swell of you to cart mom around like that, I bet she doesn’t even miss me. Gee darling, I love you and I think of you all the time and of all the fun it’s been to know and love you. And am looking forward eagerly to the time when I can hold you close and whisper in your ear and kiss ya. In fact, my kisses are about all used up for this week and I think I am going to require an advance- So get ready.  Gee, I miss a car. If I had one, I could hop in some night after work and be home for supper.

How’s everyone? Well, I was just thinking, you’ll have this by the time I’m home so, I guess I’ll quit.  I love you dearest, more than anything and I’m praying that tomorrow will pass quickly, ‘till five anyway. G’Night darling.

I love you,

Bob

COMMENTARY:

Well, Bob is all in! With each letter he writes, we see how head-over-heels he is with Miss Frances. He’s not holding back anymore. It only serves to make me wonder even more what Miss Frances is writing to him. The distance between them is really not that far, but without the means to be with each other it might as well be hundreds of miles. In 1938 not everyone had a car, and Bob is one of the average young men without one. He’ll just have to wait to see his beloved Frances. At least for now they have the letters they send back and forth.

 

HISTORY:

Here is a google link to “4 Durgin Street, Rochester, NY”: https://www.google.com/maps/place/4+Durgin+St,+Rochester,+NY+14605/@43.172639,-77.6212135,15z/data=!4m13!1m7!3m6!1s0x89d6b4464c848611:0x4a173a0f65c39dda!2s4+Durgin+St,+Rochester,+NY+14605!3b1!8m2!3d43.1727376!4d-77.6210599!3m4!1s0x89d6b4464c848611:0x4a173a0f65c39dda!8m2!3d43.1727376!4d-77.6210599

It does not look like a very old house to me… but who knows.