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September 21, 1925 (Ina)

Monday Night.
Sept. 21, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

I spent today with Thelma and the children and we had a good time. Thelma and I were busy about half the day making a dress for Thelma Lee. I brought both the children home with me, so they are making things lively for us this evening. They donate a few cats to our flock occasionally, then come out here to play with them.

September 21, 1925 (Ina)

September 21, 1925 (Ina)

I saw Dr. Bowman down town yesterday morning and he told me of the Medical Association article he received from you and said he read it all very carefully, enjoying and appreciating it. I sincerely hope you will be successful in the work you have taken up since Dr. White left. I certainly can’t see any harm in your keeping quiet about it to him, because it is yours and not his.

I’ll bet you can’t guess what I saw as I was going down town this morning about 9:30. As I was driving leisurely along just beyond “Claudelle’s and my hill” I saw something, I mean two somethings, jump the fence at my left about 30 ft. ahead, and I was honestly stunned to see two big deer (they didn’t have any horns either) run across the road in front of the car and jump the right hand fence, finally disappearing across the guajilla ridge beyond. I was so surprised that I could hardly believe my eyes. I wish you could have been with me, Sweetheart, to have seen them too. If they had had horns and it had been in season, it would have been fine, wouldn’t it? I believe even I could have killed them both easily if I hadn’t been so excited and, too, if I had the nerve, but honestly, they are such beautiful, graceful and (quoting Mrs. Roark’s description of the calf she saw) innocent looking creatures, I don’t believe I could do it.*

The coffee is coming fine. I really do like it now, almost as well as I do cocoa, and I know that I shall soon like it as well if not better. No, Dear, I wouldn’t want you to think of giving it up because you like it better than I did cocoa. I have been wanting to like coffee for a long time but just hadn’t had the nerve to start. I am so glad now that I did start because it is almost perfectly good already.

By the way, I had the nicest dream last night. I dreamed that you and I were married and were visiting in Mississippi. Before going to your mother’s home, we went to a church social (I’m sure that’s the first place you would want to go!?) and there I met your Mother. I dreamed that she was so sweet and that I fell in love with her at once. I know that she is sweet and that I am going to love her lots.

I also love you lots, Sweetheart, and then lots and lots more. I love to think of you in the daytime and dream of you at night.

Yours, forever,
Ina.

*Ina is being modest about her hunting skills. She was an excellent shot, and would have had no trouble taking down a deer at 30 feet.

September 10, 1925 (Ina)

Thursday Nite.
Sept. 10, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Your letter didn’t come today, but I don’t feel badly at all since I am sure that one of those I received yesterday was really my today’s letter which made such good time that it arrived a day early.

The enclosed is a note I received from Lionel today. The “brokenhearted” and the “affair” in the second paragraph have reference to his engagement of which I believe I told you.

September 10, 1925 (Ina)

September 10, 1925 (Ina)

Sweetheart, weren’t you a little mixed on the date of our engagement? Wasn’t it on the tenth of May instead of the fifth? That would make it four months ago tonight. You remember we were caught in the rain on the night of the May festival which was the second Friday in May (they had intended having it on May first but postponed it a week which made it the eighth), and we became engaged two nights later which was Sunday the tenth. Anyhow, be that as it may, we were both mighty happy then, weren’t we? We both thought then that we loved each other as much as we possibly could, but I think we will agree now that we have learned to love even a great deal more than we did at that time. At least, that is the case with me. I love you worlds and worlds right this minute, Dear.

Mr. and Mrs. Parman came out for a short rabbit hunt this evening. Mr. Parman doesn’t know yet whether he will have to go to Dallas to help the men there or whether they will have to come back to Regan Wells soon. He said it all depended upon the flies at both places. I suppose you understand all about that.

By the way,
COFFEE REPORT.

First attempt –
1/4 cup much better than full cup.
Cream very delicious
Coffee inclined to be bitter but not as bad as quinine. Would be good except for the somewhat “coffee” taste.
Buttered biscuit delicious.
I love you. LOTS.

Ina.

September 9, 1925 (Ina)

Wednesday Nite.
9/9/25.

My dearest Walter:

I was sure enough lucky today as I received three letters from you. The pleasure of today made up for the disappointment in having to miss one yesterday. You are so good to write often and I send up a mental card of thanks every time I receive one of your letters. They are so soul-satisfying.

September 9, 1925 (Ina)

September 9, 1925 (Ina)

And the cards of scenes from the Beach were very very interesting to me. I always like to form a mental picture of the place where you are living, so I feel that, with these scenes, the pictures of the cottage and everything you have written me about things down there, I have a very good idea of what the place is like. Sweetheart, it makes me want to be down there with you awfully badly. I’m “crazy” to see you and, too, I am sure I would like it down on the Beach. It would be a fine place to begin our honeymoon. It would be an ideal place to be together with just ourselves. I will be happy with you anywhere, but I would be very glad if we could begin down there. However, if it happens that your work calls you elsewhere, we will be happy there too. Whatever happens, I think it will happen for the best.

Oh, yes, about the coffee. I am going to begin tomorrow morning to try to cultivate a taste for it. I’ll let you know about my progress, and if I don’t succeed, I will continue to drink cocoa, but I think it would be much nicer and more convenient for both of us to like coffee.

I have been helping Claudelle mark her clothes, linens etc. today so I have a fine coat of indelible ink on my fingers.

Wish I could be with you tonight. I’d be so happy. I love you, Sweetheart, more than I have ever loved, and more than I ever expect to love anyone.

Always, your devoted

Ina.

P.S. Best regards from “Mother Lewis” and all the family.