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September 18, 1925 (Ina)

Friday Night.
Sept. 18, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

We have been having fine showers just about all day today and you know how much like a boat in the middle of a big lake this house looks. However, we were tickled to death with both the boat and the lake except that I couldn’t help but wish and wish hard for either an airplane or a boat to carry me to the post office to get your letter. Mama said she had a mental picture of me if it were to rain for a week so that we couldn’t get in town. I suppose, in a case like that, something would just simply have to be done. However, the stars are shining now, so I think we can make it tomorrow. We really didn’t have a flood, you understand, but you know this road when it does rain.

September 18, 1925 (Ina)

September 18, 1925 (Ina)

You may have to wait until you have a holiday to read this and the other letter I am mailing at the same time.

Exactly twelve years ago this morning at five o’clock we “set sail” from Bogue Chitto to make our home in the “Wild West.” Worlds of things have happened since that morning, and little did I suspect at that time that in a dozen years I would be engaged to marry a man whose home was not many miles from ours in Mississippi. I wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t moved to Texas? I firmly believe I would have met you though, because I believe there is a Higher Power that arranges those things. It is interesting to think of how it all came about though, isn’t it?

I love you, Sweetheart, and that even more than I knew twelve years ago that I could love anyone. I’m so happy, and can hardly wait until tomorrow to get your letter.

Lots and lots of love,
From
Ina.

September 17, 1925

Thursday Nite.
Sept. 17, 1925.

My dear Sweetheart:

Whilst the lamp is sputtering in the breeze I want to tell you that I did get a letter today and I was thoroughly ready for it too, as I always am, but especially because I failed to get one yesterday.

I am returning Mr. Blanchard’s letter as you may want to keep it. It is a mighty nice one, and I believe I am as proud of those complimentary letters as you are. Of course I know you are making a success anyway, but there is nothing like encouraging words from people, is there? It just puts new life into you and makes you realize more than ever the importance of your task or problem and its accomplishment. Bless your heart, I’m proud of you.

September 17, 1925

September 17, 1925

When you received this fat envelope, did you think I was sending you my whole life’s diary? False alarm! ‘Tis just Claudelle’s of what has happened since she left here Monday morning. I don’t know what she would think of me if she knew I was sending it to you, but it is the first letter we have received from her there and it gives a detailed description of everything she saw and thought I think. As you will gather from her letter, she and Lucille are expecting to work part of the time. We don’t know yet just how many hours a week they will be on duty (office work), but not many I think. You can judge for yourself just how much of the letter to take seriously. Perhaps the following will better enable you to understand the “book”:

Cast of Characters:

Mother – Just Mama. She took a sudden notion before leaving to change it.

Turner D – Sort of a “sissy” young man whom Claudelle and the other girls have refused numbers of dates.

Mrs. Shirer (Aunt Lee) – Lucille’s Aunt.

Lois, Juanita, Lucille Lewis – the other girls from Uvalde.

Dr. Stanford – Pres. of Westmoreland College who was our instructor in two courses at Kerrville and of whom C. and I formed a rather unfavorable opinion. You remember my telling you of his carrying me home etc. from church services one night?

Three O’Clock – A poor little ugly black kitten we have that C. plays with when we sit on the front porch in the evenings.

Also, I will add by way of explanation that the reference to the probability of my liking the “beautiful painting” is because of my well-known admiration for anything pink or peach colored. When I can I choose ‘most all of my dresses of that color.

Dear, the Jacksonville paper of which you wrote didn’t come today, but I’m sure it will tomorrow. Thank you for sending it because I’m very much interested. I am looking forward to the time when I can be with you and see the property first hand.

Could you stand the shock if I told you it was – raining!? It really is – too bad! Papa has just gone out on the front porch and said there were stars everywhere. It did rain some though.

Sweetheart, I love you lots and lots and lots and then a whole lot more.

Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Yours always,
Ina.