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,


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!



November 15, 1908

Blogger Note:  In two days (or 1 day depending on where in the world you currently are, it will be 108 years since this letter was written!).  And no, you shouldn’t read into it as another conspiracy with the Cubs World Series win).  But it’s still nice to think about.  Go Cubs!!!

P.S.  This letter is a LONG one.  Happy reading!

November 15, 1908

My dearest John,

Oh this is the most glorious day we have had for a long time. Yesterday it snowed all day and today the white blanket everywhere glistens and sparkles in the bright sun shine. The trees look especially beautiful. Don’t you like to see the flakes fluttering in the air? I do not think this snow will last long. It is getting warm.

We had a very interesting program yesterday. Dr. Gillan talked to us upon How to conduct a recitation and he was in favor of the questioning method, the one used by Socrates. He called Socrates a “loafer” because he did most of his teaching standing around corners. Dr. Carson was the best speaker. He talked about the natural characteristics of a teacher which of course are found in the born teacher. But every teacher could acquire them, love for the work, scholarship, patience and always to have perfect control of the temper. The pessimist should never enter a school room to teach. His definition for a pessimist is a pessimist is an egotist who thinks the sun sets every time he shuts his eyes.  He paid some glowing tributes to General Grant.

Dr. Banks who has been excavating some ruins in the far East gave a very interesting account of the trouble one has to get permission to excavate. Most of the ancient ruins are controlled by Turkey. He described some of the ancient places as he found them or saw them (for he saw some that he did not help to unearth) buried. One place that was uncovered is larger than any palace used today. It was or is or found to be one hundred eighty feel high and covering about sixteen acres.

I wonder what my sweetheart is doing today. I hope he does not have any more of that cold in his head and not working too hard. I wonder if you are working today. I am resting this morning. I had a full day yesterday. Joe had a friend from Marietta visiting him and I had my friends. I did have a busy time trying to get to Institute by nine o’clock. I could not get them to breakfast until half past eight and when I finally started to go at a few minutes of nine Mother’s cousin came that kept me. If I had not cleaned my room and gotten ready before before breakfast I never should have succeeded in getting there. Mother did not go to Reading on account of the weather so she prepared most of the dinner and I got the supper.

After supper I had a German lesson to give and then sewed until after eleven o’clock. Wasn’t that a full day? I was a little tired but I feel very well and I am not doing anything today scarcely but attend Sunday school.

You said in your last letter you did not know what you were going to do about going north. Well, Sweetheart you must do what you think best. But if the people for whom you are working now give you a fairly good position and treat you well I think it would be best to stay. You will know what you have but if you go North and fail to get a position you will just have more expense and the time is lost.

If you should homestead you will surely need some money and then when the long winter sets in you will have to find another employment. Then think of the struggle and work! As I said before the hardest part will fall on you and you know you are not so strong that you can enduring anymore hardships and trials but what are absolutely necessary. Then why should you aim to acquire lots of money and in the struggle forfeit so much that is worth living for.

You know if you are worn out with hard work and constant struggle you have no time or patience to enjoy the better things. I feel that it is far more beautiful and important to be happy and get along with less of the things that money can buy and enjoy the better things.

If you have a run that pays fairly well we can get along by being economical and save something beside. You know John, so very much depends upon whether we want to be satisfied. The reason I am so against your trying to do so much (that is in acquiring money) is because I have seen so many couples and families whose happiness has been ruined by this struggle. And which is more important to be a well to do and important man in a community or less influential and have happy home life? It isn’t very often you have both especially where there is the struggle.

But Sweetheart do what you think best. You know I shall help you all I can always because I love you more than I can tell you. Take good care of yourself please. Give my love and best wishes to your mother and the girls.

Forever your loving,


Blogger Note:  Snow and Socrates!!  That is how you start a letter…….can you just paint the picture of the winter scene she is seeing?   

The part about teaching – about being able to acquire the skills and passion to be a teacher – is something many leadership courses still teach today.  That it is more than innate talent but a passion and will to consistently acquire those skills that make teachers great.  108 years go by and still it is true.  And the power and need for a positive energy in the classroom (and by extension, into any workplace).  And I love, love, love the definition of her pessimist.  

Anyone else want to know who Dr. Banks is?  What a life – exploring ruins back in the early 1900s – so much still to find.   I am extremely curious to dig into the ruin she is trying to describe above……hmmm……more research on that one.  

And wow!!  I think for the first time since I started these letters, this one really spoke to how Daisy feels.  In past letters, she has skated around this issue of moving and what to do but in this letter, she is laying all her feelings out in the open for John to contemplate.  It took her a few letters to get to this point but she did so with still a lot of love and care.  No swearing, threats, more than one exclamation point.  There is trust and solidarity here.  A lot of wisdom and a lot to think about.  And I have no idea where this story is heading…….but isn’t that half the fun?  Until next time!

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October 18, 1908

Blogger Note:  I wanted to get another letter up tonight as I will not have the time over the next week or so.  I’m also working on archiving the letters better by setting up a little library where it will be easy to reference any past letter.  So lots being planned!

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My dearest John,

I just came home from Sunday school. Our Superintendent was away and I had her work to do. The attendance was large and they were real noisy.

Today was just as beautiful as the past week and just as warm as any day in September. This morning as Mother and I were coming down South Duke Street after church I slipped on some careless person’s pavement. I certainly had a fall. I was jarred but not hurt. Never had such a crazy fall before. I landed after two feet from where I started to slip. The sermon was very good. It took quite a while after I fell to even recall the text.

I was reading more of Stoddard’s lecture on Canada, about Manitoba and Alberta. According to his account of it Monitoba yields the best wheat. I do enjoy reading his lectures because he sees uses such beautiful language and you can picture things as they are from his descriptions.

You asked me who told Mr. Brenner about you. You guessed right. Margaret told it and my brother Joe helped.

I wonder what my sweetheart is doing now. I wonder whether he is preparing his own supper tonight. How I wish you did not have to. I must get ours in a few minutes and I do wish I could get yours.

Today was very much like the Sunday my sweetheart and I went to church at Omaha and I could not help but think about it and wish you were here today. Doesn’t that seem a long time ago?

I am sorry your train has been late every trip. How long will you be on that run? “That big boy” will not have to feel like hiding in the Rocky Mountains because “his Daisy” will decide not to go with him. She realizes what she has promised and tho it would be much easier to go if it were not going to be so far away she will go where you think best.

You haven’t heard from Mr. Bach yet have you? But sweetheart neither of us must worry about it. If we both trust in the Lord and he means us to live East he will open the way and if our home is to the West we will have it there. Only don’t take notions that I am going to trifle with you. For I have given you my promise and I mean what I said.

I have been reading over the letters my sweetheart sent me this week (five) and I am so happy. They were all just as dear and sweet as could be. My sweetheart is very good to me and how much I do love him. I wonder how often I have told him that the last three months. But I just must.

These boys want supper so I must stop. With best wishes and lots of love. Write soon.

Forever your Daisy

Blogger Note: This is the first letter I have read where she refers to herself in the third person.  I also love that we get a few more names (Mr. Brenner, Mr. Bach and Margaret – I know Margaret has been mentioned in other letters) to do a bit of research later on.


October 17, 1908

My dearest John,

What a dear good boy you are to have such a dear letter for me this evening.  This morning I waited with much eagerness for the mail but no letter from my sweetheart at nine or eleven. But this afternoon it came and how glad I was and so happy. I am indeed very rich to have my John to love me.

This has been another glorious day and I have been enjoying it so much but more since your letter came. When your letters come full of love, they make everything brighter. I did not do very much today. I did not get home from sewing circle last night until eleven o’clock; so I did not get up until seven this morning after breakfast.

I helped a tiny bit with housework and while mother was out on some errands I prepared dinner, sewing in between. After dinner I embroidered until two o’clock then mother and I went shopping and driving until five. Mother is preparing supper while I am writing to my sweetheart.

This evening my two cousins Bessie and her brother are coming; they want me to teach them German. So I am going to try to give them a lesson each week.

My sweetheart certainly is going to be very good to me if he is going to help me with the dishes. I guess I will have to make an extra sized apron or if you do not wear one while helping in the kitchen you will get grease spots on your clothes. But I know my sweetheart will be too tired to help with dishes after working all day. It won’t take long to wash a few dishes, but it will be sweet to have you in the kitchen where I can see you and talk to you when you are home. They certainly will be happy and precious times.

If getting a letter from me every day will please you I shall try to write it. That will not hurt me I am sure, and it is always a pleasure to write to you.

Sweetheart you must think I am goose. I have promised you to go wherever you thought it would be best and if it must be the North West it cannot be helped but do not for one minute think that I would promise to go with you and when you come East decide I cannot go. Of course it will be very hard to leave Mother, because tho she expects lots of me and is a little unreasonable at times yet she is very good to me.

But John you know I love you too much to trifle with you. Remember Dearie I mean just what I say. We are going to be happy no matter where our home must be. I never am going to break my promise and I hope you will never be sorry you asked me to share a home with you.

I am sorry you must eat on those cars, too. I suppose you get a very wholesome, nourishing supper if you must get it yourself on those cars. How I wish you had a more cheerful and comfortable way of living. I hope it will not be for very long. When we have our home there will be no more of that. How much there is to live for and how happy it makes me even to think about it.

Take care of yourself and keep just as cheerful as you can under you trying conditions. But sweetheart i know it is the hardest thing to keep cheerful sometimes. Write soon. Best wishes and lots of love.

Forever your loving,


Blogger Note: A man knows how to impress a woman by offering to do the dishes?  Some things never do change over the centuries.🙂

First photo of Daisy & John

Hello!  I’ve upload one of the only pictures I currently have of Daisy and John courtesy of her great nephew who was so kind to reach out to me.  Please visit the “Behind the Letters – People” section of the website to view.  Let me know what you think!

Have a great Sunday!

October 14, 1908

Blogger Note:  Letter #3 for the day.  Thank you for your loyal readership!

My dearest John,

I ought to be downstairs ironing and getting supper but I am going to steal a few minutes to write to my sweetheart first.

I just came home from school. It has been the hardest day I had this year. Three new children came in, one a beginner and the other a “character.” He is ten years old and I suppose it will end in his being sent away. He has been in several Primary schools and now Dr. Buehrle sent him to me. I did not want him, and do not want all “cases” in the school.

I am afraid I was naughty last night. I wanted to call on a friend and had planned ever since I came home to go. So at supper I told mother for I always have and do tell her where I go but had to take the pictures in the parlor down clean them and all the bric-a-brac. Well, I knew that would take the whole evening and I was not very cheerful in doing it. But I did it and this morning I got up early and helped to clean the parlor. I was told that I ought to stay home every night and rest when I have no work to do. I wonder if my sweetheart is going to make me work all the time.

Mother is so dear and so very good to me but I cannot understand her sometimes. Lately she is always scolding me for something.

I was invited out to dinner at noon today. I had a very nice time and was almost late for school. But I came home before I went to my friends and helped to hang up clothes. I missed my sweetheart’s letter. I wonder where you are running now.

Sweetheart Mr. Brenner told me for the sixth time today that he envies you. Now isn’t that a joke! I laughed at him. And then he did tease me. But I just laugh when he teases, he does it often.

Margaret came out to school about three o’clock today. She comes real often and I like to have her come too. I wish I could talk to my sweetheart today instead of writing to him. But I am always wishing that.

You are a dear boy to say you will be the “richest chap” when we have our home. I shall certainly be the richest girl. I just cannot help thinking about how happy we will be in it and how happy I am to have such a dear good boy for my Prince.

Did the folks all go to South Dakota to file? I hope they will be successful if they did. Sweetheart my time is up and I must go down stairs. I wish I were going to prepare my Prince’s supper too.

Write soon. I do miss your letters so much.

With a heart full of love and best wishes.

Forever yours,


Blogger Note:  I chuckled over the “richest chap” comment from John.  Love it.  

October 4, 1908

Blogger Note: As promised, here is letter #2!

My dearest John,

I have not written for two days and how long it does seem. It seems longer still since I heard from my sweetheart not since Thursday.

I wonder what you are doing now. I wish you were here. I do want to see you and talk to you.

I came home from Sunday school about half-past three and spent all the rest of the afternoon answering letters. I wrote four this is the fifth. I could take all the time I wanted to write to my Dearie. I just finished eating my supper I had to eat alone. The boys and papa are out and Mother did not want any. I do not enjoy eating a meal alone.

Since I wrote to you last I went to bed every evening but one at seven o-clock. I am feeling better today than I have for over a week.

We are having glorious weather; on Friday after school and yesterday afternoon Mother took me driving. Yesterday morning from nine until eleven thirty we had a grade meeting. It was very interesting and helpful. In a talk on the value of recess and the joy and happiness of children, Dr. Buehrle said “Love and joy are the wings to higher things.” How true it is. When one’s heart is full of love how much more beautiful our thoughts are and how different. “All the world is full of beauty when the heart is full of love.”  I thank God constantly for the heart full of love he has given me for you. It makes so many things (which were burdens) really easy to bear.

On Friday evening, a little after seven just as I was going upstairs five of the girls cam to spend the evening. Four of mother’s friends happened to come the same evening, so mother’s party joined our party and we did have a merry time. I finished one of the plate doilies to that set I told you I was making.

One of the girls had all the girls over to supper tonight. I did not go because I knew it would be late before we get back and I do not want to loose any sleep because I cannot afford to just now.

I had a real funny experience over the telephone just before supper. There was a call and I answered. A man at the other end wanted a Mr. Groff. I was provoked because I went down from the third floor. I just got upstairs when there was another call and it was the same man, who wanted Groffs. I answered that telephone six times and said the same thing each time; finally I had to laugh, it was ridiculous. I asked him if he was sure he had the right number and he said he had no book but that the exchange gave him that number. I asked him just who he wanted and he told me so I found the right number for him and I do hope he talked to the person he wanted.

This was rally day at Sunday School and we had a very large attendance. I do wish it would always be so large. Nearly every seat in our department was filled. A little better than last Sunday which was very good too.

On Friday, Mother went down town and bought me the most beautiful piece of brown silk I ever saw, for a dress. The color is so rich and soft. I did not want it because I do not need it and then I do not want to sew on the machine this winter. She said she would have it made, but I told her I would rather have a dozen fruit knives and make the dress myself but she said I could have my dress made and the fruit knives too. So I suppose I will get the dozen silver knives for a Christmas gift. But I do not need the dress and if Mother will let me I shall put it away and have it made or make it myself later. I have a silk dress which I have not worn more than a dozen times.

But Mother is so good to me. But I get real provoked at times. She gives me more work to do than any person can do and then when she sees that I am sick she is sorry. But I have learned a lesson this week. I am not going to do one thing more than I feel I can whether it gets done or not especially when I am standing five or six hours in the school room. No girl or boy has a kinder or better Mother than I have only she does not realize how much she asks of me.  But by resting every minute I could since when I wrote to you last Thursday evening I feel much better. The doctor said I was just as well as any person could be physically but I was doing too much. So you see I must be a little more lazy.

I dreamed about my Sweetheart. It makes me so happy to love you and think of you. I often wonder whether you know how much I do love you.

Sweetheart I must stop now it is getting late (for me).

Write soon.

With best wishes and may God bless us and take care of us.

With a heart full of love.

Forever Yours,



Blogger Note:  I can sense Daisy’s exhaustion with working full time with energetic children and then helping take care of the home.  This is also the first time I’ve seen her frustration with her mother. Perhaps she is becoming more and more comfortable with John that she can express not only the positive parts of her life but also the not-so-positive parts.  Just a thought….

September 30, 1908

Blogger Note: Hi there!  I know some people are wondering how many letters I have left since I post so infrequently.  I hope that will change soon, and that I will get my motivation back on a more regular basis.  In the meantime, I am treating everyone to 3 letters today as an apologies for my tardiness as well as a picture I have of Daisy and John!  Happy reading!  

My dearest John,

I had quite a time getting your letter today. I always read it before I eat my dinner and today my father hid it and would not give it to me until after dinner. He is such a tease.

I am very glad you did not take cold after wearing those wet shoes and stockings.

Sweetheart if you feel that you would not succeed in the East or where you are now, I do not want you to bother your head about it but go where you think best. As you say we have our own lives to live and must go where we can get along best. Dearie please not not think Mother is selfish about my going away because she is not. She wants us both to be very happy. You know Sweetheart Mother and I have really be chums always and of course she will miss me and would like me to be nearer, but she does not say a word about it anymore. I was firm from the beginning about doing what was best.

Remember Sweetheart I shall always try to do everything I can to make our lives happy and our home what it out to be no matter where it is. I cannot do more. And I have left it in God’s hands. I feel sure he will always take care of us if we will let Him. So you need not bother about whether I am going to like it when you are deciding where we are going to live, because we will have each other and I know you won’t go farther away than you think you ought to.

Sweetheart I trust you and I know you will treat me well and take care of me.

I hear so many married men and woman say that they cannot live by having just each other. They must have lots of outside company. Sweetheart I hope we will never feel that we are tired of each other and have to go outside of our home to find company.  We will always share our pleasures and be happy together. Won’t we? I cannot understand girls when they tell me their husbands are not company enough. Surely the man to whom you give yourself ought to be loved enough that you will enjoy being with him. But then my Sweetheart and I (for that is what we are always going to be aren’t we?) are going to be sensible and happy, aren’t we?

Mother gave me a beautiful tapestry cushion cover today, a nice big aluminum mixing spoon and a salt and a pepper shaker (aluminum). My chest is beginning to overflow.

I did not go to Luther League tonight. I walked down town at noon and had to stand nearly all day at school so that I really ought not go out again. I do not feel so well and guite so strong as I did the beginning of the month. But I am taking just as much care as I can. It is just nine o’clock and I am going to bed as soon as I finish this letter.

I had a drawing lesson today at school and the children did very well. Oh, I do enjoy my school work and I do wish it would not make me so tired.

Sweetheart it is so very sweet and beautiful to know that you are going to take care of me. You are the dearest boy and I sincerely hope you will always be very happy.

I must say good night to my Prince. Now Dearie do not think any more about what I said in those two letters about going North. We are going to do what is best and always be content and happy. You know Sweetheart I love you. Oh, so very much.

Forever Yours,


Write Soon. Mother has no objections to my going away only that she cannot see me often.

Blogger Note:  This is the first letter where I have seen Daisy mention her father – I wasn’t even certain if he was still alive until this letter.  She has such a close relationship with her mother that you can feel in the letters where she is mentioned.

Some family troubles with the future in-laws?  Seems there is some tension between John and Daisy’s mother about her moving away from home.  How I wish I had his letters.  Not just for the other side of the story but to see how men write, what they think, how they handle situations through the written word……daring to dream. Seems like that kind of family drama existed even back then.  

Anyone else find it strange that she continues to ask him “aren’t we?”  Is she truly questioning him on it and needing validation or is it merely a statement?

Daisy’s Death Certificate

Happy early 4th of July!  I’ve started posting some items in the other areas of the blog.  I’ve just posted Daisy’s death certificate under the “Behind the Letters – The People” section.  I’ve realized that no one gets notified when those are updated so I’ll start notifying you when I’ve added pictures, other information, etc.

Have a great holiday!


Hello Readers – great news!  I had been in contact with Rhonda from Indiana who said she had additional letters.  After some back and forth, I received them today!!  More letters and more of the story comes into place.  I have a picture below.  Thank you Rhonda!