October 19, 1907

Blogger Note:  What wacky weather we are having this June!  I’ve never seen so much rain/storm/flooding in Illinois.  So I was a little shocked to wake up this morning to the sun shining with just a slight breeze.  Went for a run and the smell of cut grass hung in the air as everyone in the neighborhood is taking the rare opportunity to work out in their yards. So what better day to post a letter!  Hope the weather where you are is just as grand!

Dear Mr. Henderson,

It is just as I have expected. It is nearly three weeks since I wrote to you. I addressed it to Aberdeen expecting you to be there because I wrote it about two days after I received yours. I had my address on it. I do not see why it did not come back.

Friday a week ago, I wrote a postal asking her whether you received the letter but did not send it until this Friday expecting to hear from you each day.

We are having our second Installment of Institute today. The morning session was very interesting. I hope this afternoon will be the same. But oh my, how little I know and how incapable I am. We ought to teach the children to learn to appreciate the higher and fine arts and how to enjoy their leisure and working hours and so on.

I am spending a little time each day studying plant life, but I do not find very much time for study or reading. We are having  beautiful weather and I want to be out more. I am like a spoiled child, wanting what I can’t have.

Last Saturday I did work. I sliced four pairs of quinces, made twenty four glasses of guince honey and two hundred bottles of grape juice. I was so tired and stiff Sunday morning I could not go to church. I did go to Sunday school, however.

Tuesday I took a long walk in the country after school. Wednesday mother took me driving. I have been sewing a little but not much. With a little studying and recreation my spare time is all taken.

How long do you expect to stay at Brandon? I hope it will not be permanent. I am glad you are enjoying living there, but I too prefer Penn.

This summer we began saving our pennies for beautifying our church and started to collect as many feet as possible. A foot hold just 16 cents. In September we brought in the amount we succeeded in getting. About thirty of us succeeded in getting just two hundred dollars. I think that is fine. We have about $425 now. We need $800 to have our church refinished inside. We hope to get the remaining $375 by next spring.

In my last letter I asked you to drop the “Miss” before my name and call me Daisy. As you did not receive that one I report my request. Have you heard how Nora is? I am so sorry and I sincerely hope she will get just as strong as she was before she got sick.

I wish you could see my schoolroom. It is a little garden. I have thirty nine plants. The children are so interested in the plants; they watch them putting forth new leaves and buds and every day there is a scramble to carry the water to water them.

Will you be able to go home to spend Christmas? I am looking forward to that time of the year already. I love the months of October, November & December best of all the year. We expect my big brother Will home for Christmas.

I hope this letter will reach its destination. Hoping to hear from you soon and with best wishes I am.



P.S. This is a poor letter but I know you will excuse writing and mistakes, won’t you?  Daisy

Blogger Note:  First, when I said it was a beautiful day today, I had no idea that Daisy would remark on the gorgeous weather she had as well – strangely cool coincidence!  Second, I am fruit-naming deficient and had no idea what a “quince” fruit was.  For those who may also need a little explanation… “The quince is the sole member of the genus Cydonia in the family Rosaceae. It is a small deciduous tree that bears a pome fruit, similar in appearance to a pear, and bright golden-yellow when mature.”  So there you have it.  I also had to reread the fact that she made two hundred bottles of grape juice.  I’m looking around my apartment and shaking my head as there would be NO room to store those in most places.

Blogger Note II:  I’m thinking he must have received the letter she is referring in her letter as a missing letters as the content closely matches my last post?  

September 30, 1907

Blogger Note:  Hello readers!  Wow, it has been a whirlwind of a couple weeks!  Some great things coming on the horizon, but I don’t want to spoil anything.  As soon as I hear more, I’ll let you all know. On another note, I was contacted by this wonderful woman Rhonda who has more of Daisy’s letters!  We chatted and I was filled in on more of Daisy’s story.  We are in the process of trying to get the letters to me to incorporate into the blog.  A great surprise!!  Anyways, I definitely owe a new letter, so here you go!

Dear Mr. Henderson,

Yes, I think you deserve to be punished and I shall do so by writing so soon to you. I can think of no worse punishment for you.

You certainly must have been busy. I hope you will find some time for rest and recreation this year. I still get to bed sometime between eight and nine every night but Wednesday when I go to church. I feel so well since I get lots of rest and can work harder during the day.

I am very sorry to hear of Nora’s illness. How long has she been ill? I do hope she will continue to get better until she is well.

I cannot help but feel that Mr. Porter is no better than that girl or he would never have married her knowing her as he surely must and against his parents’ wishes. How can he care enough for her to marry her (if her character is doubtful?) if he himself is good and pure? Has he been writing to Winnifred lately? I feel sorry for his parents.

On Saturday I made catchup (the first!) and mother said it is very good. I did every bit of it myself.

I just finished reading “Fredrick the Great” and “King Henry the VIII.” King Frederick surely must have been a great and good man. But proud and his heart must have been of iron. He seems to have given up everything that was not fitting for a king to do or say or in other words, everything that was “human.” I cannot imagine a more despicable or loathsome creature than Henry the VIII.

Some good luck came my way this week. The city superintendent called the other evening and asked me to take a school only two squares from home. I have eleven now. Of course I said I would. I shall not change until the end of this week. The building into which I am going is much larger, nicer and more convenient. The difficult thing; however, is the organizing and commencing another school. I just succeeded in getting my school in good working order. But there seems to be always something else. Of course there will be more work. I shall have hall duties which is no light task in a large building. I do hate to leave my children.

I find my work easier this year because I know better what is expected. Our musical director told me Friday that my pupils were ahead of all the other schools in this grade in the city. That is due to the children. The most difficult thing I must teach is drawing. My little people cannot draw. I feel like shaking something into them maybe I could get something  out of them by the same process. But I do love them in spite of the trouble they give me.

We have been having very cold weather last week. We had fire in school and at home. We have scarcely had any summer this year.

I feel like calling you a “Goose” You say you could tell me lots about St. Paul and then do not do it when you know I am so anxious to know all about it. You just like to arouse my curiosity, don’t you?

I would rather you leave the Miss from my name and call me Daisy.

Will finish tomorrow, it is nine o’clock and you know I told you the rule I make myself abide by?  Good night.

Tuesday noon —

It just blows and blows. I thought I should never get home today. I have been so busy and so cross all morning. I am glad you have gotten a better position. You are making a good salary. I know a Professor of Latin and others, too, who have spent years at college and a good many years teaching who do not earn more than 100.00 a month.

I must get my dinner and go back to school.

With best wishes,


Daisy Holzwarth

P.S. If you make me wait so long for a letter again and arouse my curiosity as you did about St. Paul, I shall punish you worse.


Blogger Note:  She is demanding he drop the “Miss” from her name? That playfulness and sassiness becomes more and more prominent each letter. And I don’t think she would enjoy the many movies and television shows that portray Henry VIII these days?  (think Tudors on Showtime?).  Have not heard a more eloquent but scathing insult like hers in a long time.  Thanks for reading!

P.S. on Blogger note: Yes, she did spell ketchup as “catchup” in case anyone noticed.  I know some of you are quick to let me know of any grammar or spelling mistakes (and I thank you!).

September 1, 1907

Blogger Note:  This is my favorite letter of Daisy’s to date!  We get to see her playful, witty and funny side.  A lot has happened between my last letter and now, and I hope to update you all soon!  

Dear Mr. Henderson,

This has been an ideal Sabbath. It is just about 4:30 P.M. now. I was driving all afternoon. The porch is so inviting that I feel tempted to stay home from church. But I must be a good girl and go. I have been naughty long enough. I can scarcely realize that the summer is past and Autumn is here. It certainly has been a happy summer for me. About two weeks ago a party of five decided to go to Atlantic City for a week. So last Saturday we went and stayed until last night. Of course we had a chaperon, she said her most strenuous time was from 11 P.M. until 2 or 2:30 A.M. I need not say that we had a jolly time (I am ashamed to say) but little noisy time. You know me when there is anything to laugh at. Some of our friends were at the same hotel and in all there were about 13 of us. But good times come and go. Tomorrow morning I start with the hard busy months of work before me.

Have you taken no rest at all this summer? But I suppose not. I wish you could spend several weeks lounging on our porch and in our yard “of course in the house too if you were good.”  I know you would feel better and look at things more brightly. You do not know how glad I am that you are sensible enough not to worry. You know I never do. We agree on two very important questions. The one just mentioned and the temperance question – but I am afraid you get depressed very often. Do you? When I feel one of those “spells” coming I just try to forget everything and get a good book or if I am too busy I try to think of some of the nicest things I have read. Oh, it helps  me so much.

You said you were going to leave about Sept. 15. Do you mean that you are going to St. Paul then? I hope you had a delightful time while home. Yes, mothers are our best friends.  Not only boys but girls, too, go to their “Mas.” I must get supper now. If you were here, I should put an apron on you and put you to work. I guess you are glad you are far enough away to escape all that.

Tuesday afternoon —- I have heard and read that “time and tide wait for no man but everything for women.” I have found that the latter half is wrong. Time never waits for me.

I intended finishing this after church Sunday but did not get home until eleven, so of course did not. Yesterday school began and I am afraid I am not going to like to teach this year at least. I am not ready to begin. We have only one session this month so I spent this afternoon ironing. I believe I like that better. The woman we have now does not iron waists and fine things nicely so I do them. Not that I do them so much better but if I iron carelessly, I have only myself to scold.

I remember very well the time I attended to your nails and if you have not done so since I do not wonder Bertha said the time had come when they did. I guess I shall have to come once a month at least and take care of them for you. I am sure I do not know what you and yours must have thought of me for doing that when I knew you for so short a time. But I am so impulsive and do just as I want to when I possibly can. I hope you will forgive me.

I appreciate what you said about the “enjoyable company.” I am afraid we would have too gay a time up in Maine, especially if you again should wear my blue bonnet and your big straw hat. Do you remember that? I wonder if we should have to go for water and find a lot of good plums.

Now if you don’t soon stop telling me you are loosing in weight. I shall scold as I never have. Of course I expect the truth, but you must see to it that you gain. You must not kill yourself working and try to study too. I think that is too much.

Do you remember Robert Byerly? He sailed last Saturday for Syria where he will teach for three years. Tell Mary & Nora; when you write, he was one of our classmates.

I think I have been real good in answering your letter.  You know I did not get it until Saturday and I started to answer it the next day.  I don’t think you could do better.

With best wishes I am

Very Sincerely,

Daisy Holzwarth

and in our yard