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October 18, 1925 (Ina)

Sunday Afternoon.
Oct 18, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Third time is charm, so you may receive this letter. You may have noticed that you have missed letters for two days, but it was not because I didn’t write – it was because I didn’t mail the ones I wrote. Day before yesterday I wrote, but committed that epistle to the flames. Last night I wrote again, but that one went up in smoke also. I carried it to the post office twice, but couldn’t make up my mind to post it. However, I sincerely hope I can conscientiously send this one.

October 18, 1925 (Ina)

October 18, 1925 (Ina)

Sweetheart, I don’t know how to explain it, but I hope you will understand it just the same and can say that I was entirely wrong, absolutely; that I was perfectly silly for letting such a thing enter my mind, and that I had no grounds whatsoever for doing so. Yes, I do hope that you can conscientiously say every bit of that, and then I’ll be happy once more. The fact of the business is that I have cried myself to sleep several nights lately (and thrown in a few tears during the day), because it seemed to me that as our wedding day drew nearer (forgive me for saying it) you seemed to be losing interest to some extent. Your letters sound different somehow from the ones you wrote a month or two ago – they seem like they are written through a sense of duty or something. Dear, I know you are busy, but surely that couldn’t make you lose interest in – it couldn’t, could it? You do love me just as much as you ever did, don’t you? Please say that all of this is a freak of my imagination, and scold me good – say anything you want to – call me “Mama” or anything – just so I know you love me just the same. Sweetheart, I know you are true to me as far as other girls are concerned, but somehow I couldn’t feel perfectly satisfied about the tiny note of indifference your letters seemed to me to have, until I wrote and asked you.

Forgive me Dear, if I have hurt your feelings, in this letter, because I didn’t mean to do it. I wish you knew how very very much I love you and then maybe you would understand. I love you entirely too much to want to hurt you even the tiniest bit.

Always your loving
Ina.

October 12, 1925 (Ina)

Monday Night.
Oct. 12, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

No letter today, but perhaps it will come tomorrow. I am sure you are busy getting ready for your trip.

October 12, 1925 (Ina)

October 12, 1925 (Ina)

Mr. Burney wants me to work for him tomorrow. The work is usually interesting and he is an ideal employer. He is eighty-one years old, is getting rather feeble, his right hand is partially paralyzed (of course these are not the things that make him ideal employer), and he is very slow in getting around. He is a good friend of our family, and was formerly our neighbor. No one could be any more patient or any better than he is. When I am not busy, he feeds me on red stick candy and tells me Civil War stories.

I haven’t any startling news to write you, Dear, but I want to keep fresh in your memory the fact that I love you, love you and then love you lots more.

Always your
Ina.

October 7, 1925 (Ina)

Wednesday Nite.
Oct. 7, 1925.

My dear Sweetheart:

Yes, I feel much better this evening – I had a letter this afternoon and that was enough to make anyone feel good.

Mr. Burney, the District Clerk ‘phoned this evening and asked me to work for him tomorrow. Court is still in session, so he must be expecting a rush. However, if things are no more lively tomorrow than they were the last day I worked for him, I will have short hours and quite a bit of idle time in between.

October 7, 1925 (Ina)

October 7, 1925 (Ina)

Yes, Dear, I wish I could be with you to go in the surf. I knew it must be fine and refreshing. A plunge into anything cool is very welcome here on such a summer day as today has been. We have been expecting a norther for several days, but it must have been lost in transit. The old timers prophecy a cold winter this year, and it may be when it finally arrives. I am sure the climate is fine on the Beach, and I am looking forward with great pleasure to spending the winter down there – that is, if Mr. Bishopp sees it that way. If we can’t spend it there, we can spend it somewhere else. The part that concerns and pleases me most is that we are going to spend it together.

Sweetheart, it is nearly ten o’clock, so I had better go to sleep. Goodnight and sweetest dreams.

From the one who loves you, loves you and my! how she does love you!!

Your
Ina.

October 5, 1925

Monday Nite.
Oct. 5, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Just three months ago this afternoon I saw you last. In many ways, it seems much longer than that, but it certainly has not been long enough for me to forget you a particle, nor has it been long enough for me to lose any of my love for you. It would take more than mere time to make me do that. I am going to love you always. Instead of its diminishing, it has grown bigger and stronger as the days have passed, and, if it is possible for it to be stronger than it now is, it is going to continue to grow after we are married.

October 5, 1925

October 5, 1925

Sweetheart, I am glad you wrote Mr. Bishopp. Perhaps it will remind him that he should give you a definite idea as to where you may spend the winter. I hope he will let you know before long so that you can make definite plans. You see, it will be necessary for me to know when you can come in time for me to order the invitations and get them ready and mailed at least two weeks before the wedding day. I don’t know for sure whether they do the work here or not and, in case they do not, they will have to order them for me which will of course take time. Surely he will write you soon.

You asked for my opinion on driving the car to Fla. I agree with you in that it would depend on the length of time we would be there as to whether or not we should take it. I had thought, and I believe you mentioned this when you were here, that it might be nice to drive it part of the way and ship it the rest of the way if we found the trip by auto tiresome. This is, of course, if we knew where we were going to stay in Fla. long enough to justify us in taking it. Just use your judgement about it, Dear, and it will suit me. You know more about the distance etc. than I do.

Mama and I had a most exciting time this afternoon when we were coming home from down town. Just as we turned the next to the last curve before we reached the house, Mama discovered a big rattlesnake in the road. We stopped, found a fence post and Mama instructed me to kill it (the snake). Just at that time, it coiled and rattled ready to spring, so she and I both decided that the fence post I was holding was unusually short, and the snake unusually long, and neither one looked safe. So, while Mama guarded the rattler with the post in hand at an extremely safe distance, I rushed to the house int he Willys-Knight after Papa who was nowhwere to be found. I did find the pistol and the little twenty-two, and thus well armed, I drove back to where Mama was standing, ready to run any moment. On arrival I found that the pistol was not loaded, and the twenty-two was on safety and neither of us could get it off. That snake was the most patient one I ever saw. It had remained in that same coiled, rattling position all that time, seeming to dare us to shoot. I suppose the poor thing knew not to worry when a woman was behind the gun. After a long conversation we decided that I should drive back and either bring Papa or the shotgun. I did so, and brought Papa. He slipped the gun off safety, gave it to me, and I shot the snake, the first time right in the head and killed it dead. So the poor thing didn’t have to die of impatience after all.

I love you, Sweetheart, and I get all thrilled when we plan anything about our wedding or honeymoon, because then I realize, as much as I can, that it really isn’t just a dream after all, but that I am really and truly going to be with you always. I do love you so very much.

Your devoted,
Ina.

P.S. The clipping from the newspaper came and I was glad to see that the property was increasing in value. We surely do hope it keeps it up, don’t we?

September 30, 1925 (Ina)

Wednesday Night
Sept. 30, 1925.

My dear Sweetheart:

This has been one of those unusual days when nothing noteworthy has happened. Just the same I wouldn’t feel that any day was complete without a conversation with you, even though it may be in the form of a short note.

September 30, 1925 (Ina)

September 30, 1925 (Ina)

No doubt you will judge from the enclosed paper that I am trying to give you a correspondence course in kindergarten work, but really you have made a wrong guess. Almost every day since you left Thelma Lee has “written” you some sort of a letter and has given a number of them to me to mail. So far, I have run a bluff and not done it. However, I believe my conscience would hurt me if I didn’t send you this “masterpiece.” Part of it is copied from her Primer, part from a tube of toothpaste, and the remainder as per her mother’s instructions. So the news that you can’t find in my letter, will be revealed in hers. I haven’t yet delivered your message of advice in regard to the cats’ names to the children, but I expect to soon as I know it will solve their problem. If they haven’t any unnamed ones, I am sure they will be ready to change the ones they have as they often do. Also, they may want to bestow one or two of the names on their new pet goat.

I love you, Sweetheart, and I would give ‘most anything if you could be here right now. We are having a nice slow rain and it is so nice and cozy inside – just an ideal night for a long chat with the only one in the world you really and truly love as a sweetheart.

Goodnight and sweetest dreams, from

Your own
Ina.

September 29, 1925 (Ina)

Tuesday Nite
Sept. 29, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

This has been a very interesting day and not a very busy one either. We had our busy moments in the office, of course, but not nearly as much as I expected. The District Clerk was out of the office a great deal of the time and his deputy was busy in another office, so the main idea was to have someone there all day in case a rush should come. While I was not busy I enjoyed hearing the cases or talking with some of the lawyers who were not busy. Our office joins the courtroom and we left the door open most of the time.

September 29, 1925 (Ina)

September 29, 1925 (Ina)

I went to Thelma’s after work and stayed until seven o’clock when I went to our monthly business meeting of the League. Mama was afraid for me to come home alone after dark, but the moon was shining and I started home about 8:30 which was not very late. No, Spooks didn’t get me. The moon was bright enough for them to get a good look at me, so they passed on.

Your letter of Friday night came today and made me feel good all day long, and I still feel that way. It gives me such a good feeling to know that someone loves me as much as you do and is as true to me as you are. I am sure too that I love you that much, Sweetheart, and I am as true as I know how to be. I love you, love you, and then love you a whole lot more.

Always, your own,
Ina.

September 28, 1925 (Ina)

Monday Nite.
Sept. 28, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Your note of Friday Nite came this afternoon, and, even though it was short, as you say, it “hit the spot.” The quality was there just the same, even though there wasn’t as great quantity as there sometimes is. Just one word from you each day means lots to me, whether you have any special news or not. The old story “old but ever new” is always sweet. Love’s story never grows old.

September 28, 1925 (Ina)

September 28, 1925 (Ina)

Really, I am going to work tomorrow. It is only for one day I think. The District Clerk has asked me to help him. Court is in session, and I suppose he is so busy that his deputy is unable to handle it all. It has been so long since I worked that it will be a peculiar sensation I’m sure. It has been six months since I worked regularly, and I have not for one moment had that longing for the “thrill” of public work. Of course, if I were not engaged to be married soon, I would find a position and really enjoy it, but, under the circumstances, I don’t care anything about it. You needn’t ever worry about my regretting my choosing married life to that of the life of a business woman because, even though I do enjoy my office work when I am doing it, I prefer a home and home life with someone I love worlds more than I do the other.

We are going to be happy, Dear, because I love you above everyone, and I believe you feel the same way. Yes, indeed, I do love you.

Always, your
Ina.

September 24, 1925 (Ina)

Thursday Nite
Sept. 24, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Third time is a charm. Maybe if I write this one tonight, I can mail the three tomorrow. We intended going down town this morning, but, just at daybreak, it started raining and kept it up until late this afternoon. It was then too muddy to drive down town. I am sorry you will have to miss a few days getting your letter, but you understand how it is.

September 24, 1925 (Ina)

September 24, 1925 (Ina)

I can hardly wait until tomorrow for a letter from you, but I am going to thoroughly enjoy it when it does come. Had it not been for wanting to post the letters to you, I would not have wanted to go down town until tomorrow because I would not have to experience that “sinking” feeling that I always have when I look in the box and there is no letter from you. Of course you understand, Dear, that I know why you didn’t write, and I surely didn’t expect you to – I wouldn’t either under the circumstances – but it just shows that I value your letter so highly that I can’t keep down that feeling of disappointment when I look into an empty box.

I love you, Sweetheart, with the tenderest, truest and most eternal love.

Always, your
Ina.

September 19, 1925

Saturday Nite
Sept. 19, 1925.

Dearest Walter:

Papa and I went in town this afternoon and I experienced that same thrill of joy that I always have under the circumstances when I found your two letters waiting for me. I felt even more so than usual this time as it seemed like such a long time since I had heard.

September 19, 1925

September 19, 1925

The Jacksonville paper was there also and I have read quite a bit of it. I note especially the ad on “our” property. It is certainly thoroughly advertised isn’t it? It sounds very desirable to me. There is one outstanding fact that I notice throughout the paper, everyone and everything seems to be a strong booster. That is what it takes to make a boom. I am sure there are sufficient grounds for that spirit too, or it would not be so effective. Dear, I am really glad you invested in another tract and I feel like it is going to bring Mr. and Mrs. Dove a reward in the future. I am very anxious to see the tracts, and perhaps I will some time. In fact, all of those glowing descriptions of the country down there make me very anxious to see Florida. I believe you are thoroughly converted.

Sweetheart, I love you and love you and LOVE You. My, my! So very much.

Yours, always,
Ina.

September 16, 1925 (Ina)

Wednesday Nite.

Sept. 16, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

No, I didn’t get a letter today but I can look forward to getting one or two tomorrow. Mama and I went in town this evening after the post office had closed, but we had ‘phoned and asked Bob to get the mail for us and carry it to his house, and there was no letter from Walter.

September 16, 1925 (Ina)

September 16, 1925 (Ina)

While Mama visited at Thelma’s I went to church “all by my lonesome.” The sermon was good, and I really believe the evangelist is going to do quite a bit of good in the community. He is a very forceful speaker and is very convincing. Uvalde needs something, and perhaps that is it. When I returned from church I found Mr. and Mrs. Parman at Thelma’s. They are leaving Saturday for Dallas where they will stay a few days and then go to Tennessee to visit their people. Mr. Parman expects to spend 10 days there and, while Mrs. Parman is finishing her visit, he will return to Dallas to work for a while. I have an idea though that when “D.C.” starts West, Mrs. Parman will start right back with him. You know how lost she feels if he goes away for a few minutes without her.

I wish you knew tonight how much I loved you, Sweetheart. I can’t think of anything except the world that’s large enough to measure it in, and I think it would take several of those, so I’ll just simply say “I love you.”

Yours forever,
Ina.