Sunday Nite.

9/27/25.

Dearest Sweetheart:

No, I didn’t go to church four times today – I went only once, and that was this morning. I think the Sunday School will thrive after I leave, because, as I was absent this morning, they had 306 present which is the largest attendance they have had for years. Our Mississippi cousins were here so I didn’t go. They are going to leave in the morning.

September 27, 1925 (Ina)

By the way, I have a confession to make. I am practicing one hand driving!! You perhaps wouldn’t mind if you had been sitting beside me, but you weren’t – nor was anyone else. I was all alone, driving with one hand and holding your letter with the other and reading it all at the same time. I went by the post office after church this morning and found your Wednesday’s letter and, as it was sprinkling rain, I decided I had better not stop to read it until I reached home. I might have known I couldn’t wait that long, so, as soon as I passed through the business part of town, open came the letter and I got quite a thrill out of reading it, even while driving in the rain.

Ray and his wife visited Miss Zoe yesterday and Thelma called on her. She likes her very much. She says she is pretty, sweet, and that they seem to be very happy. I’m so glad. If they love each other as much and are as happy as you and I are and are going to be, I think it’s great.

I love you Sweetheart, and wish and wish for you. I’ll be so happy when I can be with you again.

Always, your own
Ina.