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!





September 25, 1908

Blogger Note:  Hello lovely readers, I’m back from beautiful Charleston!  Happy Saturday!  It’s getting a little stormy here in IL so what better way to cozy up inside than post another letter.  Happy reading!

My dearest John,

I was not disappointed today but found your letter when I came home at noon. I was glad to get it.

There is no use for me to try to get to bed early.  I decided to go at eight to night, but at half past seven my cousin came to see me and at a quarter of eight four other girls came.  It was a delightful surprise for I had not seen some of the girls since before I went away. The girls are always having a pleasant surprise for me or doing something nice. I feel very rich in having so many friends and above all my Sweetheart.

It is eleven o’clock now but I will write fast and get to be by half-past.  After school Mother met me at school and took me driving until six o’clock. I had a lovely afternoon at school today.  The children were quiet and worked hard. We got our work done without the hurry and on time. I was glad for I did not feel like doing more than I did. Tomorrow is Saturday and I am going to try to find some time for rest. I finished hemming the dozen napkins I started Monday.

Sweetheart I do not know a thing about Canada but if you feel sure that  that is the place we ought to go to why you know Dearie I will go. If we can gain anything by investing our savings I certainly am agreed to invest all I can save. At the end of two years I will have at least four hundred dollars saved if nothing happens to prevent. I am so glad you are going to be sensible because with Mother’s gift and the little I can save will be a little help to you. And you know Sweetheart that I am anxious to start in the place which will be best for us because we want our home where we can live best and make it the happiest spot on earth.  For don’t you think that is what our home out to be?

Yes, I think Mother is being good to us but then she always has been a good, kind, generous Mother and I hope my Sweetheart will learn to love her because I know she will always be good to us.

Sweetheart as your plans develop you know I shall be very glad to hear all about them. I am very much interested in your plan. I just wish and wish we could talk about it. Sweetheart you say you could earn a better salary in Canada. Do you expect to work for a salary all the year and invest those savings or do you still think of home steading and working part of the time. Tell me all about it.

Sweetheart it is very sweet to know that it will make you happy to work with me and I do hope that I shall always be worthy of your goodness.  It will be my greatest pleasure to keep our home so that you will love it and be happy in it.  It is so sweet and makes me so very happy to plan and make things for our home. Won’t we have a happy time.

It is so late I must stop. Write soon and tell me all your plans.  Keep well and take care of yourself. With lots of love for my sweetheart.

Your loving,

Daisy Holzwarth


Blogger Note:  A great reminder that it is up to us to make the places we live a happy one. 




September 24, 1908

Blogger Note:  I’m writing this from the O’Hare airport as I take a few days to visit Charleston.  But I couldn’t resist posting another letter for you all!  I also hope to have other good news in the coming weeks.  More letters may have been found!  Cross your fingers that they will make their way to me.  Happy reading!

My dearest John,

This has been another beautiful day and very warm.  I just finished my part of this week’s ironing and it is nearly time to get supper.  I do not know what is the matter with me I ache from head to foot and I never seem to get rested.  I have been going to bed early enough, too, and I am not doing so very much work either.

Sweetheart I was disappointed today again. I do miss your letters so much. I only hope you are not over taxing yourself again and that you are well.

Sweetheart whenever I do not hear from you I am afraid something has happened.  I hope it is not so, however.  Maybe I shall get a letter tomorrow noon.

I wish you could be at school when I try to teach my dull boy.  He constantly tell me “now wait” when he cannot pronounce a word or grasp a thought.  It does sound funny to hear the child say it.  I feel so sorry for him and wish it would not be so hard for him.  Sweetheart I must prepare supper – will finish later.

I did a rather foolish thing tonight.  After supper Mother asked me to go driving with her and I went.  We came back in about an hour and then she told me to go again and take one of the girls.  She said it would be better to be out of doors.   I took Miss Adams (Bess) driving and we talked so much and were having such a nice time that we forgot all about this time.  Because it was so late I drove the horse to the stables and walked home.  It is eleven o’clock now.  Sweetheart, I feel ashamed to tell you I have been out so late again because I know I ought to be in bed.  But it certainly is a grand night to be out.  Am I very naughty?  I do not go driving often.

Sweetheart what do you think of a man who says “whenever a man gets married he must have a brainstorm.”  I hope you will never have reason to say that.  I feel very sorry for that man for he is a fine man, but he has been disappointed.

This has really been the first time I had a visit with Bess since I came home.  I saw her before but only at church we have all been too busy to visit because there has been so much going on at church that had to  be attended to.  I feel sure you would like Bess.  I hope that the girls will all have the pleasure of meeting my Prince.

Sweetheart it is very sweet to have you think I am this “dearest girl in the world.”  It makes me very, very happy and you know you are the dearest boy in the world.  What a pleasure and comfort your love is!

Sweetheart it is getting very late and if I do not stop and go to bed you will scold me, and I shall not be rested tomorrow.  You will have to scold me lots and whenever I need it.  But I did want to write to you.

With best wishes and more and more love.

Forever your loving,



Blogger Note:  Hard to imagine times without the instant gratification of cell phones, don’t you think?  To only be able to communicate via post?  I sense her compassion when she is trying to teach a child and love that even back then, children were witty.  Makes me wonder who that boy was. 

The word “brainstorm” must have meant something different back then.  Does anyone know the context of “whenever a mean gets married he must have a brain storm.”?  Definitely a negative perception, but just curious.  I’m going to do my research too.





September 23, 1908

My dearest John,

I just finished my supper and am glad another day is past.

This has been a beautiful day but I did not have a minute to spend out of doors excepting the few it took to walk to and from school. Mother was canning peaches and tomatoes and started to make some grape juice. I helped with the canning at noon and finished some jelly after school.

We do need rain so badly. I do hope it will rain tonight but there does not seem to be a sign of it. Mother and Mrs. Brenner are going to an opening at one of the stores tonight. I am going to sew until ten o’clock. I have some old moments last week and this week practicing my music. It seem terrible for me to neglect it as I have the last two years. But maybe someday I will not have quite so many things to do and then I can devote more time to it.

I missed the letter from my sweetheart very today. How I do wish you were here right now there are so many things I just feel that I must tell you. Really Dearie, I just feel that I must see you. I do want you. How I do wish that you were coming East! If you go north in the spring you will be so much farther away and I just cannot think of you being so far away especially when things are here as they are.  Sweetheart please do not misunderstand me. No person says one word except what is in favor of our being married and all are planning nice things for me and Mother is always thinking of something more to give us to begin.

But they all especially Mother say so many things about going away that hurt especially about going north – I know it is hard for Mother but she has the boys.

Sweetheart I know I ought not tell you these things but I must tell some one and you are the only one that I fully trust.

Sweetheart if you can get a position without going North it would save me much pain and trouble at home and I know there is nothing Mother would not do for us to start us and it is right for her to do it for me. But Sweetheart always remember no matter how much pain it would cause me, I am willing to go with you North if you feel it is best to go. I told you the place would make no difference to me so long as we would be together. But sometimes I feel there is no use making one person unhappy for life if it could be prevented. Do you Sweetheart?

And Sweetheart if you have a position we would not need any money at all except our traveling expenses and enough to move my things. But Sweetheart I have only said what I did because I could not keep it all to myself Sweetheart it is grand to have such a dear good man like you to whom you can tell your troubles. It will be so sweet and restful when I can go to you always. I wish the long time of waiting were over.

Sweetheart I wish I could go with you if you do go north this spring. You will be so far from me then. I have poured out all that has been in my heart for a week and I feel better. I hope you are well and not working too hard.

Sweetheart I must close, with more and more love every day and remember I shall always be your loving and trusting,



Sweetheart if I have said more than I ought please forgive me.

Blogger Note:  Could you imagine making grape juice from scratch?  Or canning peaches?  I bet it tasted the best though.  I remember my grandma canning vegetables from the garden.  No place for me to have a garden right now, but someday, maybe I want to get into canning and such.  There is just something so gratifying about growing your own food straight from your backyard.

This letter seems much more desperate than any of her other letters.  From reading between the lines, she seems to be getting more and more pressure at home not to move to Canada with John.  And while she was very willing in the last letter, it is pretty clear that she is trying to persuade him otherwise and feeling guilty about that (especially in that post script).   Until next time… 

September 22, 1908

My dearest John,

It is half past ten and I know you will feel like scolding me but I do want to write to you before the day is past. Mother and I went to spend the evening at Brenners. We just came home. Margaret and I were sewing and our Mothers were looking on. I hemmed three napkins today. I am hemming them by had and enjoy doing it.

It is very sweet to know that you will always trust me. It does mean so much to one when they are trusted. Sweetheart you are very good to me to send me such sweet letters. They do help me to bear so many things. I am teased so much at home, so that yours are a comfort. I shed more tears today than I have for a year. I tell you Dearie it is just terrible to be the only daughter. I knew from the very beginning of our engagement that Mother would miss me but I hardly expected her to feel as she does. She does not say anything about our being married, she is in favor of that and is very happy in my happiness, but she feels bitter about my going away so far.

But sweetheart I am just trying to hard to bear all that is said about my going away as cheerfully and well as I can. I feel sure that if I am as good as I can be about it, the Lord will help me bear it. And when I do go I know you will be just as good as you can be to me, won’t you?

Sweetheart if you get land in Canada do you expect to say on it all the time or do you expect to work for the Express Company part of the time? If you are going to Homestead there and live there always I should like some land too but I have told you that in my letter yesterday.

Sweetheart I hope I shall never in any way interfere with or hinder your progress. As I have said often before I will go willingly and be happy with you anywhere you feel you ought to go to live. I do wish Mother would not care about my going to Canada so much. She did not seem to feel it so much when I told her you were not going to farm but work for the Express Company, but since you speak of farming she wishes you would come East. I have been trying to explain about the good opportunities in the West but I do not seem able to convince her that you would have more there than here. But sweetheart I shall have many little battles to fight and this is only one. I shall simply have to trust in the Lord. He will do what is best.

It is very sweet and grand to know that you love me and I shall try to be worthy of it always. Sweetheart I am afraid your opinion of me is too high. I am not go good and superior as you think I am. But Dearie to have you feel that I am certainly is a great inspiration to be all that you feel I am and I certainly shall strive to be.

I am glad Bonnie is well enough again to tease. Did you let her read the letter? Sweetheart I must go to bed it is half-past eleven. Do you not think it is time? I suppose my prince is tired after working hard all day. I rested from half-past four to five after school today which was a help.

Sweetheart write to me whenever you can. Your letters are such a comfort. I should not have told you all my little worries Dearie if I had not promised to.

With more and more love.

Forever your loving,



Blogger Note:  For the first time, we are seeing a more emotional, serious side of Daisy and understanding her struggles and uncertainty.  We can certainly see that she is close to her mother which I’m sure makes this extra hard on her.  Kind of makes you want to give her a hug, right?


September 21, 1908

Blogger Note:  Happy Sunday!  Or Monday depending on where you are in the world.  We have some international readers on here.  By now, Daisy is writing almost everyday.  Enjoy!

My dearest John,

It is only seven o’clock but I am going to bed just as soon as I finish this letter. I have had a hard day; for the first time this school term I had to stand all day and that wears me out more than anything else.

Dearie you may make all the ink spots you want so long as I can read the rest. You dear goose of course I will pardon it. You never sent me a letter that was half as badly written and untidy looking as one or two I sent you.

Sweetheart do you know you are being very good to me. It is so sweet to come home at noon and find a letter full of love from my sweetheart. Don’t you get one each day from me; but since you get your mail only every other day there ought to be two because I write one each day.

I am glad you did not take that run if you would have had to work fourteen hours. That makes too long a day and my sweetheart must not work too hard. I don’t ever for any reason want you to work so hard or such long hours that it is going to injure your health and one cannot keep well by constantly over-working.

What a tease my Prince is. As if I could not trim frazzled ends off a hat band without learning how. If I had you here you would find out what I would do with you.

If you feel like calling me a goose, why just do it; you may. I have taken the liberty to call my sweetheart one whenever I want to. You dear goose I wish you were here now. I do want to see you so very much.

John, if we both always do our part toward making our home a real, true one I know we will succeed. Isn’t it sweet and grand to think about? How happy we will be when we really are in it.

Sweetheart it is wonderfully sweet to know that you will be happy with me and I won’t doubt it again.

Yes, our church was very pretty last Wednesday. I think we have one of the prettiest churches in the city now. I told you all about it in my letter Thursday. You need not be concerned about my liking a place because I shall be happy with you in our own home. I think I can make myself happy about anywhere, if there is true home life and spirit in our own home.  I feel sure I should like Canada from all you have told me about it. Wouldn’t I be far from Mother? She would have to come to see me sometimes.

Aren’t you soon thru with this run? I am afraid you must work too hard. I hope the other one will not be so hard. You must tell me about it when you change.

If you should go to S. Dakota to file next month would you be sure of getting a claim? But sweetheart, I wish you would not go. It will mean too much worry and care for you. You have enough now and I do not want you to have more. I must go to bed now. I am going to get a lot of beauty sleep. with more and more love.

Forever your loving,


Goodnight. Write whenever you can.

Blogger Note:  Some really cute banter in this letter and I get the feeling they are starting to get much more comfortable with each other and less formal.  I will be using her great adjective “untidy-looking.”  Plus, this letter more than others shines light on a bit about what John is writing (about the ink blot, calling her goose, his plans for future runs, etc.).  This makes me wish so much that I had his letters…….anyways, I hope you enjoyed! 




September 20, 1908

Blogger Note:  Hello there!  I’m so sorry it has been two months since I posted. I know there could be lots of excuses, but instead of listing them, I’m hoping you will just forgive me for the absence and allow me to post more letters.  Enjoy!

September 20, 1908

My Dearest John,

I certainly did not do too much today. I got up at six o’clock. The first thing I did was to start the soup so that it would be done before we go to church. Then I made waffles for breakfast and got to Sunday school by nine o’clock. We had a very practical sermon at church. The text was “Where are the other nine.” Rev. Muster starting by saying The world needs more Christian mothers, Christian children, but above all more Christian men. It was a very good sermon. After dinner I was reading about the Thirty Year War (to which Rev. Muster referred in his sermon and I had forgotten some parts of it) when the telephone rang. Ray Brenner delivered a message for his sister Margaret.

She wanted me to come over for the afternoon. I went before two o’clock and after supper Mother came for me to take me driving and her brother took her. As soon as I came home one of the other girls came. It is nearly ten o’clock now, but I want to finish this letter to my Prince before I go to bed. Haven’t I been having a lazy afternoon. Just think of spending a whole afternoon doing nothing. But I shall have enough work to make up for it next week.

Sweetheart you are a goose. The beginning of the week you told me you expected to file in South Dakota next month and now you are going to Canada. You cannot or rather may not hold two claims; may you? Dearie, I do wonder where we are going to settle. Have you given up your plan about Chester? I really shall be glad when you know where we are going to live. It does not matter where it will be but I am anxious to know where.

How long would you have to hold government land in Canada before you can prove it up? Are the claims as large as in the States and must you pay very much? Sweetheart if you think seriously of taking government land why won’t you let me take some at the same time and then we will have just twice as much. You know I would just love to do it.

If you do not really want a claim then I think the best thing to do is to accept a permanent run if the company offers you anything decent. You know Dearie “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” You must not expect too much. “Slow and steady wins the race,” everytime. If you work on a branch run you will not have such hard work will you? And if others who have less to begin with then we, get along, why can’t we?

Sweetheart, I do not think that either of us is naughty for wanting to be near each other but I meant that I was naughty for seeming impatient and talking or writing about it. But I do love my Prince so much.

Dearie it is just five weeks ago since we were to church together and it does seem so long. How I wish I could see you to talk to you. The time seems to pass so slowly. It seems I cannot ever write half the things I want to say. If I did you would not have time to ready my letters.

Sweetheart I am very sorry you must work so hard. I shall be glad when you are thru with this run. You dear Boy you are so good to me, to write me such dear letters after working hard all day.

It is half past ten so I must stop.

With bushels of love.

Forever Yours,



Blogger Note:  Love is in the air!  And choices, choices, choices.  I’m sure it takes people back to some major decisions you and your significant other had to make together…..what to pursue, where to live, etc.  Hasn’t changed much.