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May 23, 1930

Letterhead from “North Louisiana Hotel Co., Inc. – New and Fireproof – Gregg Hotel, Longview, Texas”

Friday night.

My Dear Sweetheart,

We have been making good time and the results are quite good. We left Dallas at noon yesterday, arrived Gilmore about 5:30 PM. Saw the two physicians, arranged for samples of blood of patients and for trapping rats, then came here for the night. This morning we did the same routine here and drove to Henderson. Got two blood samples, histories of cases, a rat and some rat nests there and returned here for another night. Tomorrow we pick up catches of rats and blood samples here and at Gilmore and will return to Dallas tomorrow night. We are finding more cases of suspected typhus than we dreamed of. About 100 cases at Longview alone during the past three years. We get a report of the seasonal incidence of all these tomorrow A.M. It seems that we left Dallas several days ago – things moved so quickly. Cooperation has been splendid.

May 23, 1930

The cases are old cases, except 2 at Gilmore but they give us some good dope. It may be pretty hard to quit for the Carolina work.

I love you Sweetheart, Walter White too, and I am anxious to see you. Hope to have a letter when I get back.

Walter.

Hope Thelma is getting along OK.

May 7, 1930

Almost a year has passed since the Alaska trip (and you thought it was just a weekend). Walter and Ina are back in Texas. Ina and their first son, Walter White Dove, are apparently visiting her parents in Uvalde, while Walter Sr. is on the road working on his louse and fly projects for the USDA.

Postcard from Grande Courts, 1000 Elm Street, Waco, Texas – “America’s finest tourist quarters.”

Wed. A.M.

Arrived here about 8 PM. Rain in this vicinity and near Wortham. Am going to Dallas this morning and will go to Wortham when dry weather is on. Will write tomorrow. With love,

Walter.

May 21, 1930

August 4, 1928

STATEMENT OF W.E. DOVE, WITNESS TO ACCIDENT OF FRANK ADAMS. Supplement to Form C.A. 2 Question 44

Uvalde, Texas, August 10, 1928.

August 4, 1928

Mr. Frank Adams was a personal friend and an associate of the undersigned in research work for the Bureau of Entomology, U.S. Department of Agriculture. On the morning of August 4th, Mr. Adams and I started to Con Can, Texas to conduct some experimental work on parasites of Angora goats. On account of the flood waters of the Frio river we were compelled to return. On our way back we intended to call at the ranch of Mr. A.F. Dismuke. We met Mr. Dismuke on the road and were informed that heavy rains had fallen also in the upper portion of the Dry Frio river. We were advised to go to Uvalde and to return to the ranch on the following Monday. When we reached the Dry Frio crossing, the road contained about six to twelve inches of water. Both Mr. Adams and I felt that we could drive across safely. On the upper side of the road we could not see any water. On that side the high weeds and brush appeared normal. We started across the Dry Frio in high gear, but near the center of the stream the engine suddenly stalled. Even though the water was rising rapidly we managed to get out of the car. Mr. Adams made a swimming plunge toward the south side. This was the last I saw of Mr. Adams. In a wall of water I was carried down stream with a force which was sufficient to break down a barbed wire fence. I made four attempts before I could catch to the top of one of the small trees. The fourth one was stable enough to support me and to allow me to partly overcome exhaustion. From this tree I could look up the stream but could see nothing of Mr. Adams. Releasing my grip from this small tree I was able to catch a hackberry tree and from this position I was able to stay above the water line and to call for help. The water came down about 11.30 A.M. My calls for help were answered by Mr. Pfeifer about two o’clock. Mr. Pfeifer secured aid from Uvalde, and about four o’clock I was rescued from the tree by the aid of a rope.

Respectfully submitted,

Walter E. Dove

Associate Entomologist.

November 14, 1925

Saturday Nite
Nov. 14, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Of course I may not mail this letter – at least I will not until I hear from you – but I don’t feel right going to sleep without saying a few words to you. That always seems necessary to make it a well rounded day.

November 14, 1925

I have been spending the evening by reading in the “National Geographic” of an Arctic expedition while a stiff norther is blowing outside. I imagine it will be really cold by morning. We will feel it too after the fine springlike days we have been enjoying.

This afternoon Thelma Lee called us up to tell us that Mr. and Mrs. Parman had returned. They have had quite a stay.

I am so accustomed to writing you every day that when I wrote Claudelle day before yesterday I addressed it to Box 61 instead of her box number which is 55. Mama called my attention to my error when I started down town, but I forgot to correct it. It seems unnatural not to send the mail to 61 every day.

I love you, Sweetheart, a mighty heap.

Always, your own
Ina.

Now, I think I can go to sleep. Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Sunday Nite
Nov. 15, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Here goes the second installment. Perhaps I will get a letter tomorrow so that I can mail this one.

This morning Mrs. Bunting, a friend of ours who has several school teachers boarding at her house, ‘phoned and invited me to take dinner with her. She has been insisting for quite a while on my calling on a young lady who boards there but on whom I had not called so I accepted her invitation to dinner. Mr. Priddy, the commercial teacher in high school here, and whom I went with some last session, boards there too. He introduced me to Mr. Butler, a friend and his former Baylor University roommate, who was visiting him, so this afternoon Mr. Priddy, Miss Wilhaus, Mr. Butler and I went to Eagle Pass crossing kodaking. You remember that is the spot on the Nueces river where you and I went that Sunday afternoon when you missed the train. It was beautiful this afternoon. There was more water than usual and the clear sky and warm sunshine made it ideal for an outing. I thought of you and wished for you when those familiar scenes all reminded me of the pleasant afternoon of “getting acquainted” you and I spent there. Then I thought of the Sunday afternoon, almost a year later, after you and I were happily engaged, when we spent several hours at the same place. And, Sweetheart, Mr. Butler, in a number of ways, reminds me of you. He doesn’t dance, and his ideas on things of that kind are very similar to your own. If any of the two dozen pictures we took are good, I will send you some. We returned about six o’clock and I had a date with Mr. Butler to go to church this evening.

When I go down town tomorrow after your letter, I am going to have my fountain pen repaired so that I can write you a neater letter.

I love you, Sweetheart, and think of you often.

Always, your
Ina.

October 22, 1925 (Walter)

Box 61 Jacksonville Beach, Fla.
Oct 22, Thursday A.M.

My Dear Sweetheart,

At the time I was worried about why you were so blue, I received three letters forwarded from Caxambas. Believe me I was mighty glad to get them. They were just as sweet as they could be. I note what you said about the judge with much interest.

October 22, 1925 (Walter)

I have received a letter from Mr. B. The original went to Caxambas and has not been returned yet. I am sending the copy which was mailed to me here. You will note what he says about plans for work. I had written him of the state fair here which holds from Nov. 19 to 28th, and had suggested the opportunities for meeting various persons interested in our work. He did not mention it directly, but his reference to Mr. Smith and others appertains to the fair. It happens that Thanksgiving comes during this week and should I come for you at that time, I would miss the fair here. It is rather important that I be there for those people are the ones who will pull for an appropriation for Florida work. It is too bad that the fair has to come during that week. I wish I could be in both places at the same time, but I feel that it is an opportunity and a duty to be here. I have a suggestion, Sweetheart, and I am wondering how it will strike you. Could we make it about Christmas time and then come here by train. About the first of March when I am wanted in Dallas we could go there and spend a while, then you could spend a while at Uvalde. We could then drive back here during the latter part of May.

The people at Jupiter (near West Palm Beach) want me to be there during the latter part of March and for the month of April, but we do not have an appropriation for that work and we would give Mr. Parman’s work preference if I were needed down there. I think it would be safe to leave your car at Uvalde with the idea of returning for it. This seems like moving about a great deal but no doubt you would like to be here about two months so as to know of conditions etc. and would then like to meet the Dallas people while I can be there. Then you would probably want to be at home for a little visit so you could tell Mother Lewis how mean I had been to you etc.

With all my love, Dear, I am

Your
Walter

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)

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.