August 11, 1925 (Ina)

Tuesday Night

Aug. 11, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Your Friday night’s letter made me feel so good today. In fact they all make me happy and I don’t think I shall ever cease to thrill at the sight of a letter addressed to me in your handwriting. Claudelle declares that I can recognize yours from the post office door to the car if I am parked there while she goes in for the mail.

August 11, 1925 (Ina)

August 11, 1925 (Ina)

Sweetheart, I am delighted with the prospects of a University at Fulford. Won’t that be fine? I want to congratulate you as a wise buyer. I am so glad you bought it. I am so deeply interested in it, and it is mighty nice of you to keep me so well posted on developments there. It seems like the horseshoe is still doing us good, don’t you think?

How are you and Dr. White progressing? I hope that by now he has decided to pack his belongings and return to Washington. You think though that you don’t care to use the system of going in the surf at mid-day to make him want to leave? I’ll venture to say that he will not make that suggestion again. However, I’ll bet he didn’t admit that he had made a mistake in doing it. I know how painful those blisters are and I hope yours are all right by now. I’ll remember the vinegar remedy – that is, if it was effective.

I am enclosing some rather quaint looking pictures of Claudelle and me. They are made in some old fashioned costumes that we wore to a masquerade Colonial party last February. You see, we haven’t outgrown the pleasure of playing “dress-up.” We had lots of fun making the pictures. You will notice that Mama cut our feet off in most of them. I am sending you these pictures to add to your collection for fear you get tired looking at the same ones all the time. I don’t want you to forget me, you see.

I love you lots and lots all the time and want to see you so very very badly right now.

Yours always,
Ina.