December 30, 1908

My dearest John,

I received one of the dearest sweetest letters from my Sweetheart this morning. Your letters always help me so much and make me very happy. I am a very fortunate girl to have the dearest boy in the world love me. I love him so very much. I am so glad my Sweetheart likes the handkerchief. You need not save them so much Dearie because when they are worn out I shall make you some other ones (embroider them if you like). I am going to try to always have my Sweetheart’s initials embroidered on his handkerchiefs.

It gives me much pleasure to do anything for my Sweetheart. I was so happy working them, I thought of you all the time. I am not glad at all that I am so far away and not very much afraid of any “awful thing” my Sweetheart might do.

I am so sorry that you had to eat your Christmas dinner at a restaurant. But Sweetheart you will not always do it, if it be God’s will and I can help it. Oh, won’t we enjoy our first Christmas together! It will be such a happy time. And all the coming Christmases, too. I cannot help but think and think about it.

I received a lovely letter from Bonnie this morning. They were disappointed that you did not get home for Christmas.

I am having an easy time just now. Why think of it, this week I have been getting up just when I am ready (which hasn’t been early) and doing about what I want to do. Yesterday afternoon I had company (Miss Meister) and at half-past five I went to Millerville. I did not get home until half-past nine. This morning I mended some of Mother’s things and embroidered a little. This afternoon Mother and I went shopping. I had to buy thread.

We came home very early and we spent the afternoon talking. Mother is preparing supper now. Tonight, Mary + Bessie Adams, two very dear friends are coming for the evening. I received another Christmas gift (a beautiful melon cushion). I am going to have it for my Sweetheart to use when he is resting to rest his head on. It is so pretty and so soft. I have so many things now for our home that I must pack them in another trunk.

I wish you were right here now. There are so many things I want to say to my Sweetheart. Dearie thank you so much for your “certificate check” and the many good wishes. I hope the coming year and all the year will be full of happiness, healthy and prosperity for you. I shall put it carefully away with the other things my Sweetheart gave me all of which are very dear and precious to me.

I wish you would not have such a hard run. Are they going to keep you on that Broken Bow run long? I hope not if you must work so hard.

Take care of yourself and get just as much rest as possible. With more and more love and best wishes for my John.

Forever your

Daisy

P.S. Write when you can but not when you ought to be resting. I love my John too much to have him do anything when he needs rest. Daisy.

Editor Note: Anyone want to take a stab at what the Broken Bow run might be referring to? The city is in Oklahoma and I am guessing there was a train route back then. Adding it to the road trip I intend to take as part of this adventure in love and letters. Happy reading!

December 28, 1908

Author Note: Wow, yesterday this would have been 112 years since this was written. Rarely is daily life notated in this way so that it survives so many years later. When was the last time we sat down and really took the time to write out our thoughts and feelings for others or even ourselves? We are reaching the end of 1908 – enjoy!

My dearest John,

Christmas is past and most people have taken up their regular duties again. This was a happy time. I always feel that Christmas is the gladdest and happiest time of all the year. But this year the summer was the happiest for me.

Will went back to New York yesterday at four o-clock. I went right to the station after Sunday school and I did dread having him go back. I wish he could always be home. I spent the greater part of yesterday morning packing jellies and canned fruit for him to take with him. He gets his own breakfast and sometimes supper.

When I came home from the station Mother was in tears and after trying to comfort her we read until time for supper. After supper Mother and father received company and I went to Brenners expecting only to stay a few minutes for I took them some frozen fruit pudding but I did not get back until ten o’clock. Harry Brenner, the boy who was with us on our tip to the Falls, came over with me. I wasn’t afraid to come home alone but Margaret’s father insisted that I should not go home alone.

The Masonic Order of Lancaster are giving a ball only for members and relatives and each member may bring a friend. I have received two invitations. The first I would not accept but the second was given by Mrs. Brenner. I do not know whether I want to go. It will be a very formal affair. It will be alright for me to go with Mrs. + Mr. Brenner and Margaret if I should want to go wouldn’t it, Dearie?

I do not want to go anywhere that my Sweetheart would not think alright. I never have been to a ball but this will be different from another ball where almost everyone goes to.

I wonder whether my Sweetheart will be very much disgusted with me when I tell him I slept until a quarter of nine this morning. I did most of the upstairs work and prepared part of the dinner this morning, wrote a letter to Nora and a little sewing. So you see I am not working very hard. This afternoon Mother, Margaret and I are going downtown. Margaret wants to spend some of her Christmas money and I want to buy the book Mary sent me the money for.

I wonder whether my Sweetheart is very busy and how he is. I have not heard from him since I received the letter he wrote last Monday. I am so anxious to hear from him. I hope there will be a letter tomorrow. I hope he is well and not tired almost to death with the Christmas rush. Well, Sweetheart I must go down now.

You know I love you best of all.

With lots + lots of love and best wishes.

Forever your,

Daisy

Note: Lots of new information in this letter! Will is Daisy’s brother but this is the first time we hear that he is currently residing in New York. This is also a rare occasion that we hear Daisy’s father mentioned. And the Brenner family are new, including Harry and Margaret.

She mentions “the Falls” when talking about a vacation. I’m assuming this is in reference to Niagra Falls, which has been opened to tourists since the 1820s.

The Masonic Order of Lancaster. And a ball? Does anyone else feel like this could be a TV special right out of PBS? Or Hallmark channel? I’m getting Jane Austen vibes here. 😉 The Masonic Center of Lancaster is still in existence today, having history dating back to the 1700s.

December 26, 1908

My dearest John,

It is just half past one and I am a lady of leisure until supper time unless some of my friends come, but I am not going downstairs to see anyone until I have finished writing to my Sweetheart. I had a rather busy morning. I baked a cocoanut cake, pre-pared dinner and served the last person’s breakfast at eleven o’clock. That is not a rule here but everything is upset to a certain extent during these happy days.

We had a very nice entertainment at church last night and all the children were my happy. I was too. But I must confess I thought more about my Sweetheart than any other person or thing. I wonder how he spent Christmas. I hope he did not have to work and got home for dinner. Tell me about it Dearie.

This morning I had my uncle make bread crumbs and my brother grated cocoanut. Yesterday Will had a friend for supper and I set him to work helping clear the table. I shall keep those boys at work until they come to meals at the right time and I’m not so busy. The thing I cannot understand is that they do what I ask without making a fuss as most boys do. But I shall treat my Sweetheart better. I won’t give him any tasks like that to do.

My brother Will told me today I make cranberries better than any person he knows. Isn’t that nice to have him pleased.

Sweetheart Santa was very good to me. I never received so many beautiful things before. This is a list – a beautiful dainty thimble, beautiful umbrella, black silk underskirt, a pair of white silk gloves, sewing table, silver cold meat fork, silver gravy ladle, dainty French china plate, white linen table cloth, linen scarf with beautiful drawn work, two big linen towels, two books, china marmalade jar, a set (3) of gold neck pins with my initials on them, beautiful vase, five pictures (I have about twenty four now, all good subjects), an olive dish hand painted in roses, money to buy the “Shuttle” or “Mr. Carew’s Career” from Mary, a collar, sewing basket, tablet, blotter and a lot of pastels, and a beautiful handmade handkerchief. What do you think of that? I can scarcely believe my eyes. But the greatest and dearest gift the Lord has given me this year is my dear John. How I love him and how happy I am! Sweetheart it is wonderfully sweet and dear to know that the dearest boy loves me and I love him. I am so very happy in his love.

It is very sweet to look over plans of houses and think about the one I am to share with my Sweetheart. I like all those you like and particularly the one that is wide in front. It has only five rooms but mother said it would be nice to have just one room built up stairs for a spare bedroom and the bedroom off the living room could be used for a sewing room. It would not cost much more to do that and then we would surely have a very comfortable, convenient and cozy home. I think it would be nicer anyway to have the guest room up-stairs. What do you think about it? This bungalow that you say you like very well and which I have been talking about is my ideal kind of home and how happy we shall be in it Sweetheart. You do not know how I look forward to the time when we shall share it.

On Tuesday evening Margaret came to help me bake some of the cake. She would tend the oven while I did the rest. Wasn’t she kind to me? She brought her cousin who was visiting her. I did not entertain him. Margaret brought him without my knowing anything of it, so I let mother entertain him most of the time and father the rest of the time and I went right on with my work.

We are having ideal Christmas weather cold, snow on the ground and sleighing. But sleighing will not last long anymore.

I wish I could see my Sweetheart this afternoon but that is just what I am wishing all the time. It is very sweet to know that my Sweetheart would like to have my arms round his neck. I do love him so much and am so happy in his love. It is wonderfully sweet to know that the dearest best boy in the world loves and trusts me. That means so much to me and I hope you will never have any reason to feel otherwise. I trust my John more and have more faith in him than any other person living. I have not the least bit of doubt about him.

Sweetheart I must go down now to mother. She isn’t very well and I feel worried about her. I hope she gets rested. I must help her all I can for she is such a dear good mother. If only she would not try to do so much. With a heart full of love and best wishes.

Forever your loving,

Daisy

P.S. Write when you can

Editor Note: The book “Shuttle” that she may have been referring to is “The Shuttle” by Frances Hodgson Burnett published in 1907. I couldn’t decipher the first letter of the other book and cannot find too much on that one. It was so interesting reading through everything she mentions for Christmas. Enjoy and happy reading!

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December 25, 1908

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My dearest John,

I hope my Sweetheart is having a happy and Merry Christmas!

Mother and Father are here in the sitting room and while they are talking I am going to write to my Sweetheart.

Oh how good my Sweetheart is to me to write me such dear sweet letters. I received your last letter while we were at breakfast this morning and I forgot every thing for a long while but my my Sweetheart and oh, how much I love him and how I wish he were here right now, I should not ask for another thing. For that would give me more joy and happiness than anything else. Oh, sweetheart as I was resting a while after dinner I had time to think and I would not help but think how happy we will be when we spend Christmas in our own home. I know this is the happiest Christmas I ever spent. Even tho you cannot be here I am happier than ever before because I have the dearest best boy in the world to love and love me.

How good you are to write to me after such a very busy day and Sweetheart I appreciate it more than I can tell you but you must not use your eyes to write when they have been used all day and you are tired.

This is the very first time I have had time to write since I wrote the beginning of the week. I do not want another such a siege of work for a long time. I did not get to bed before midnight since Sunday and had to get up early and the most remarkable of all is that I feel perfectly well and really stronger than I have for a long time. It is nothing but the Lord’s goodness that I am so well. I hope there won’t be a reaction later. But Mother and I are both going to get some rest next week.

This morning I was busy and Mother was amused by the tasks I imposed on all who came near me. I was serving breakfast from eight until ten. Every person came just when they wanted to so for a punishment I set my young brother to turning the freezer. My eldest brother, Will, who is home for Christmas, had to beat eggs, etc. My uncle who happened to come just then – I took up stairs and had him help me make beds, etc. Isn’t my Sweetheart afraid of the tasks that might be imposed upon him when I am very busy; almost anything from helping with dishes and cooking to running the sewing machine and making beds? But we had lots of fun and excitement getting all our work done so while getting dinner we had a little time to visit with each other.

Sweetheart, the cottages you sent pictures of are lovely but will write more about them tomorrow. I will tell you all about my things from Santa, etc. But the thimble is the dearest one to me.

I love my dear John more and more all the time. I must got supper now and go to church. With best wishes and lots + lots of love.

Forever your loving,

Daisy

December 17, 1908

My dearest John,

I received the dearest sweetest letter from my sweetheart yesterday so full of love how could I otherwise be than very happy. Sweetheart, you must not worry about me; I am very strong and tho I get such attacks of headaches etc., it is nothing serious. I am very strong. The fact that I get so sick one day and am able to go to my duties the next proves it. I never get seriously ill.

This is another day like Sunday. I felt tempted to stay home this morning but I was very careful and got to school alright. I am writing at school; it is only quarter after eight. Wasn’t I good to get here so early?

Yesterday after school mother came for me and i went with her to do some shopping, then I had to take some linen to be stamped for a waist which I ought to embroider before Christmas. Mother wants to give it to one of her friends. After supper I felt so tired and sleepy that I could not do much as I went to bed a little after nine and your letter did not get finished or written. I feel well this morning only my throat acts badly.

Aren’t you glad you will be off the road over this rush? I know I am. But I hope you won’t have to work too hard. Oh, how I wish my sweetheart could spend Christmas with me. I know I shall be the most absentminded creature because I shall be thinking about my sweetheart all the time. Oh sweetheart how I wish you could and how i wish you just would come East when you feel like it. I just think and think of you all the time. I would not care if I did not get anything done if my sweetheart were here. I should be so glad to see him. I so often get so homesick to see my sweetheart that I feel I must see him.

Sweetheart I am not at all concerned about you being naughty. I feel sure my sweetheart is the best boy and I love him so much more than any other person.

Oh I do not know whether I like you to run on a main line. I know I don’t for our home won’t be very pleasant or cheerful without my sweetheart and I know I shall miss you so much and wish and wish all the time those two long days were passed and you would be home. It won’t be pleasant staying along at night but sweetheart if it must be I shall try to be a good girl and do what you want me to. I said before I shall be willing to do anything that is right to help my sweetheart and if he feels that he must be away so much I shall be to spend the time he is away thinking of him. But I would rather see him every day. I love you so much that I want to see you all the time – it is nearly nine o’clock and I must stop.

with a heart full of love for my dear sweet boy.

Forever yours,

Daisy

The letter was dated December 17th and postmarked December 21st 1908.

December 11, 1908 (with pictures!)

Blogger Note:  I love this letter!  It is probably one of my favorites.  I’ll let you read it before I comment on it after the letter.  If you are a teacher or love teachers, this is a wonderful little letter on the life of a teacher….and as an extra bonus, I scanned the actual letters for this one as a thank you for your patience.  Happy reading!

December 11, 1908

My dearest John,

It is only nine o’clock and I am tired of doing work so I am going to write to my Sweetheart. I wonder if it is raining where he is. It began snowing at noon and now it is raining just as hard as possible. I am sitting in my room so I can hear the patter on the roof.  How I do enjoy it.

I just finished embroidering some dainty little ties. I do love to embroider.

I worked at school today until it grew so dark that the janitor came in and asked me whether I wanted the gas lighted. I said no for I was ready to stop work. I was trying to teach two girls how to subtract when the number in the subtrahend is larger than the corresponding number in the minuend. Well, I know I wasn’t successful but will try again Monday. How they ever got into the Intermediate grade without knowing that is more than I can understand. I feel sure that none of my pupils wold have been taken in the grade above without know it.

Then when I got downstairs to go home there was that little girl that would not leave my room. I asked why she did not go home long ago but she said she was waiting for me. She never has gone yet before I go. It was too late or dark to let her go home alone so I had to take her home thru all the snow and rain. When I got home I had about ten minutes before supper and I spent those lying down.

On the whole this has been a better day at school, and while my back aches from standing my head is much better than it has been the rest of the week. I know I am going to like every one of the children that came this week. One boy particularly. He is twelve years old and all week I have not seen him with a clean face. I know he leaves home with one but never gets to school with one. He is a dear youngster and I believe his dirty face is more becoming than a clean one.

I received a lovely letter from Bertha today. She is very busy, too. I always enjoy her letters so much.

I received one from Miss Porter. I think I told you about her; the girl I met while at Devil’s Lake and who shared our tent. She told me Nora invited her to spend Christmas with her and that she was going if the roads are open. I know they will have a lovely time. Any one who visits Nora must have a good time. Miss Porter will enjoy the visit so much. She lives at Sharlow, ND.

Sunday Afternoon – I got so far Friday evening when I got so sleepy I could not write anymore and since then I have had a busy time. Yesterday morning it was a quarter of eight when I got downstairs. I had the furnace fire to attend to and get breakfast for Mother and myself. After breakfast my three little cousins came and Mother and I made five underskirts and made over two for them. That took all morning. After dinner I sewed until half past two then I had to do some shopping.

Mother sent for the large carriage and we took the children to see Santa and attend to our errands. I prepared supper and made an apron by seven o’clock when my other cousins (two) came for their German lesson. They are doing very well. I am surprised at the interest and progress.

We worked over German until then o’clock. After they went home I remembered I had a lot of stockings to darn and some other mending which I did not finish until ten minutes of twelve. I concluded it was about time to stop and went to bed. Wasn’t that a full day?

I did not get up until a quarter after eight this morning and found it snowing just as fast as the flakes could come down. It was very cold yesterday and the pavements were frozen in many places. The snow covered these places so when I started for church I could not see them and when I arrived at the end of our square I had a “delightful” fall. I felt like a goose but did not mind the fall.

When I arrived within about  a square of the church I fell again and hurt myself. I was cross for being so stupid as to fall. But I was careful.

When I got to church my feet were wet and my skirts but I heard a good sermon. I wore rubbers and my raincoat. I did not go back to Sunday School but spent most the afternoon in bed. I certainly am disgusted with myself for not being able to walk without falling. But with it all it was amusing to see so many people fall. The first ten I had to laugh in spite of myself. I should never had started out if I had known the sidewalks were in such a condition.

I wonder whether my Sweetheart is back on his run or helping on other runs. I hope he will not be so terribly rushed but I know you will be very busy. Do you get home often?

Mother is sitting beside me reading. I am going to read a little while then eat some fruit and go back to bed. I do not think I shall wait for supper. I wanted to be rested before I begin the work of the coming week.

I love my Sweetheart more every day and think of him constantly when I am free to think.

Forever Yours,

Daisy

Blogger Note:  The life of a teacher!  I can picture her there, in the schoolhouse, nearing dark with gaslamps all around patiently trying to explain the complexities of elementary school math.  And then seeing another child in need and walking him home and just having this adoration for her students and their quirks (can anyone else picture the little school boy with this dirty face??).  This letter I feel is a little homage to teachers everywhere.  Hope you enjoyed!

P.S.  I had no clue what the words subtrahend and minuend meant.  I had to look them up to spell them correctly.  Perhaps I am the only one who had math taught to me a little differently but in case I am not, here are the official definitions:

Subtrahend – A quantity or number to be subtracted from another.

Minuend – A quantity or number from which another is subtracted.

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I’m still alive!

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November 19, 1908

Blogger Note:  New letter for the new year before I head back to work tomorrow.  Happy reading!

My dearest John,

What a dear good boy you are to write to me when you feel so miserable, and such a dear letter! But Sweetheart much as I want your letters you must not stay up so late to write them especially when you are not well. I am very glad and thankful your head does not ache but I feel anxious about the condition of your throat. Are you taking any medicine? I get a little green lozenge called the Guaiac Lozenge which has cured the worst sore throat I ever head. If there are any white spots in your throat they will take them away. You ought to be able to get them in Omaha. If I thought you could not I would send you some at once for I know they are good.

I am very glad your work is not so very hard. I hope it will stay light. Today as I was thinking of my Sweetheart I thought of what you said about being good to me. Dearie you have nothing to repay for you are just as good and better to me than I am to you. Your letters are just as dear as they can be and I am so happy to get them. Then to you must work more hours than I and you are very good to me to write so often. But I am so happy to get your letters and each one is precious.

You said in your last letter you were afraid I was doing too much. But I am not. I am busy all the time and do get lots done but I simply will not rush and hurry. So long as I work without rushing, it does not seem to tax my strength. Tonight for the first time in a long while I walked too fast. I only allowed myself ten minutes to work six (long) squares from school to the High School. I feel very well and am well and am keeping my promise.

I am having trouble with my William Beck again. He is lazy this week and was absent several days. When I feel I have done something for her it seems that I am brought face to face with the fact that I haven’t after all. But I suppose I must keep on trying.

How sweet and beautiful it is to know my Sweetheart enjoys writing to me and Oh how happy I am. But I too wish we would have our own little home and not have to be so far away. It is so hard never to see you for so long a time. I wish it did not have to be.

Sweetheart what a dear goose you are to say I am going to find your letter dull. Your letters are not dull at any time. You know I enjoy getting them far too much to ever think them dull.  I was very glad to get this one today for I was Oh so anxious about you and I am still until your throat is well.

Sweetheart you know I never doubted your love but I must not say things that might leave such an impression. I love and trust you too much to ever think of doubting anything you say.

I have a lot more to say but will have to wait until tomorrow. Mother wants me now. Do take care of yourself and get well.

With a heart full of love and best wishes.

Forever your loving,

Daisy

Goodnight.

Blogger Note:  She mentions some specific medications here, which I will need to look more into – fascinating what they used to treat different ailments.  Also, “dear goose” will be my new favorite endearment.

November 18, 1908

Blogger Note:  Happy New Year, Happy New Year!  It is fitting that this letter addresses being sick, as that is what I currently am.  As the rest of the world celebrates, I am sniffling on my couch, buried under blankets and taking daily doses of whatever medicine is readily available.  But overall, I’m incredibly hopeful for the coming year and hope you all are as well.  Don’t lose faith that there are good people doing good things.  Make sure you are one of them.  Happy Reading!

My dearest John,

I was very happy to receive your letter today, and such a letter. So full of love. But I cannot tell you how sorry I am you have such a cold. Really Sweetheart I am concerned about your health all the time. How I wish I could be near enough to watch the little things for I am afraid you are not quite careful enough and you need some one to be careful for you. I just cannot bear to think that my Sweetheart is sick and I always feel sad when I know you are not well.  But I am so very glad you tell me I hope you will always let me know when you are not.

Oh it will be so long or rather seem so long until I receive another letter telling me how you are. I do hope you are well by this time. But so many things are the result of a cold and I wish you would take every care possible not to take cold. How I wish I could have all that pain instead of you and spare you every bit.

Sweetheart I never for one second doubted your love since you told me of it. But when I said I sometime wonder whether you really love me it was because it is so sweet and makes me so very happy to have you love me that it seems too good to be true. You have been and are the dearest boy in the world and there is nothing more you could possibly do than you do to prove you love me. And I am the happiest and richest girl to have my Sweetheart love me, and I never can tell him how much I love him.

I never want my John to write to me when he is so tired and needs rest, much as I love to receive them. But my John is too dear to me to want him to write when he should be resting.

It is very sweet to know that my John thinks of me but what a dear goose you are to think so much that you forgot you had your dinner to pay for. I am guilty lots of times, too of forgetting to do things because I am thinking of “Someone.” Can you guess who?

I received a very dear letter full of love from Mary in the same mail with yours. I must and want to answer both hers and Bonnie this week. I did not get Bonnie’s answered Sunday. I had so many to write. I am very sorry she is not so well as she was. It is too bad your Mother suffers with rheumatism. I am sorry. I wish I could do something to relieve her pain.

My work at school is going about as well as can be expected and I am enjoying it. Five children are home sick that will mean lots of work when they come back.

It is after five o’clock and I have lots to do. Supper to prepare (Mother is away), my Luther League topic to look over, get ready for Luther League, go to the doctor and get to church by half past seven. So I must stop. I am feeling very well and I rested at noon so I am not very tired tonight.

I wish I could see my Sweetheart and do something for him to make him well but I hope you will be very well before you get this letter.

With more and more love and best wishes,

Forever your loving,

Daisy

Please take very good care of yourself.

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November 16, 1908

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My dearest John,

I was surprised by finding a dear letter from sweetheart. I was afraid I would have to wait a long time again.

I am very sorry that you have not been well. But really Sweetheart you know you ought not to eat pie and then two pieces at one time. I am not surprised that your stomach and head rebelled. But I do hope you are all right and that your throat is not sore anymore. I suppose you are trying to make up now for all the pie you will miss when your Secretary does your cooking. But really Sweetheart do be careful what you eat. You know you promised to.

I am writing this letter in the kitchen while I am trying to prepare supper. No, it is not too much work to write to my Sweetheart every day. I always enjoy doing it. I really do not know where to send them. Sometimes you have your Omaha address on the back of the envelope and sometimes your Lincoln address.

I am glad you are getting sleep. What time do you stop work? I went to bed last night at eight o’clock. I did not get home from Sunday School until nearly five o’clock; then I prepared supper and studied the history of the church from the time Charlemagne reigned to the time of Luther. I must lead Wednesday evening. I wish it were over.

Today going to school I fell in the middle of the street in a pool of snow and water. It was real funny. I did not hurt myself. I must be getting feeble.

I found some person that thinks of Dickens just as I do. Dr. Carsen one of the lecturers Saturday referred to him lots of times. I do love Dickens. He depicts life just as it is.

It makes me very happy to know what your mother and my sweetheart think of me. I hope I will never disappoint you. I hope Miss Helm is not trifling with Mr. Thompson. I do not think she is but I do not know. But I do trust everybody and I would not believe it of her unless I were forced to. I hope she will always be as happy as I am. How I wish I could see my Sweetheart. Sometimes I feel that it is cruel never to see you but I suppose it is just as the Lord intended it to be. I must be patient and content. But it is hard.

You say you hop you will always be successful in keeping me happy. As I have told you before no matter how little I have so long as my Prince will be good to me and love me I shall be the happiest girl. Maybe you do not believe it, John it is true.

I am glad you have a regular run and can live more regularly now. You will at least not have to go from one run to another.

I know I am the richest girl to have such a dear good boy like my Prince to love and love me.

I must stop now. I want to go to the Post Office, and then get some lace to put on some Christmas gifts I am making after supper.

With more and more love.

Forever your,

Daisy

Write Soon.

Blogger Note:  Drama with Mr. Thompson and Miss Helen?  Say it ain’t so!  Actually, I have no idea whose these people are…..but maybe someday I will!