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October 2, 1925 (Ina)

Friday Nite.
Oct. 2, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

We have had another shower this evening and everything looks so fresh and pretty in the moonlight. No doubt you judge from my letters that we are having floods and would not be surprised to see alligators about the place. It really isn’t as wet as it sounds. We have been having some fine showers lately and everyone is so deeply grateful for them that the weather is the principal topic of conversation here. It is marvelous what a wonderful lot of difference a little moisture can make in the appearance of everything and the feelings of everybody. Some are predicting a rainy winter, and everyone is planting oats. They say that they can hardly keep enough seed oats in stock to supply the sudden demand. The cattle men also are feeling fine I think.

October 2, 1925 (Ina)

October 2, 1925 (Ina)

Sweetheart, I was very much interested in what you said of the contents of Mr. Laake’s letter. It was nice of him to consider your plans so much, and I am sure you would do the same by him if he were planning a honeymoon. I am just “crazy” to know where we are going and when. It’s funny, but I dream something about it nearly every night. It isn’t so strange either, I suppose, when I realize that I think of it more than anything else. According to my dreams, you and I marry every few nights.

I love you, Sweetheart, and you mean all in all to me. I’ll be “tickled to death” when I can be with you always.

Your devoted
Ina.

October 1, 1925 (Walter)

Jax Beach, Thurs A.M.

My Dear Sweetheart,

I worked until late last night and was so sleepy that I waited until this morning to write. Had two real good letters from you yesterday and I enjoyed them. I guess one of them came a day early.

October 1, 1925 (Walter)

October 1, 1925 (Walter)

The weather is certainly fine down here now and I know that you would like it. The wind has gone down leaving a fine little breeze. I do most of my work on the porch here and it is mighty fine. The cottage faces north, but I can see the ocean from the porch. It is two blocks away. The mosquitoes have entirely disappeared so it is good in that respect. I guess it will be this way most all winter and spring though I am told that a few times each winter one can use an overcoat or wrap. The lady who owns this place will soon leave for the winter to be with her husband and then I’ll have the whole place to myself. As he is making good money down the state it is likely that she will now stay down there most of the time. She wants to sell here so that she can stay with him. As it is, she comes up for the summer season and rents for a good price and then works for good wages at the same time. I think she wants about three thousand for the place with everything in the cottage. The cottage itself is not much for looks but is “comfortable,” as you said when you saw the photo. The lot is a good one 75 ft. front and 150 feet deep, is on a corner facing north. Some time it will be worth a good price. The garage is a single one and with a dirt floor. There are no flowers, no trees, the fence is not very good & in all there is a lot to be done but I believe it could be made a good looking place. I believe it would be a good investment. The street west will be a highway to St. Augustine but I don’t know how soon.

It occurred to me that this cottage could be moved to the rear & turned to face the new highway. It could be used for a laboratory. Then we could build to suit ourselves on the front part. This is just an idea. I don’t know how it would strike you. If it were me, I would want to close in the porch and use it as a living room until we did build. I am telling you so you can think it over. I could not buy it right now for I am already buying about as much as is possible. Perhaps the lot at Fulford can be turned at a good profit and then that money could be used as a substantial payment on this. It would not leave a big balance and it could be handled about as easy as I am carrying the Fulford lot at this time.

The acreage near Jax takes $50 per month, but it looks as though I’ll be able to sell one tract for enough to pay for both of them. Then we could hold the other for a good price.

Am telling you this, Dear, so that you can think it over. The lady here doesn’t even know that I am thinking about it. I’d like to take you into a nicer home to start with, but if we can stop some of this real estate money that runs pretty freely at this time, I believe the effort will pay.

I love you Dear and I want you to know that I am constantly thinking of your comfort and happiness.

Your,
Walter.

September 26, 1925 (Walter)

Saturday Night 9/26.

My Dear Sweetheart,

Had a good shower of rain this noon and by the time I had finished eating it was all over and the sky was clear. The soil was so dry that it soaked in PDQ. Incidentally, they do not have any mud here after it rains. There is quite a bit of sand. About an hour ago it rained another shower. We are glad to have them. The wind is blowing from the Northeast, and I guess this is what the old timers call a Northeasterner. It always stays for 3, 6 or 9 days. Coming on Sat & Sun will keep the crowds away as these are the busy days for the Board Walk business places.

September 26, 1925 (Walter)

September 26, 1925 (Walter)

I am writing before dinner tonight as it is yet sprinkling. Hope to have a letter down there from you when I go to eat.

Tomorrow is Sunday but I have some work to do. It keeps me on the go just now. It’s because I am so interested in my problem and I’m anxious to get the missing links in C.E.

I love you, Dear, and I wish that I could hug you real hard, right now.

Always your,
Walter.

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 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 5, 1925

Jacksonville Beach.
Saturday Night.

My Dear Sweetheart,

This has been the hottest day I have experienced in Florida, and while I do not know what the temperature registered, no doubt it was the effect of the high humidity. It was a pretty busy day for me in Jax and perhaps I felt it more. It is quite a bit cooler tonight and as usual everyone will sleep well. There was quite a crowd in the surf before dinner and until now 10 PM.

September 5, 1925

September 5, 1925

Tomorrow and Monday (Labor Day) will bring big crowds down here, and too, they have added attractions in the way of auto races.

While in Jax today I made a reservation for Dr. White which would mean that he leaves there Thursday afternoon at 3 o’clock. His niece will be at Jax Wednesday en route to Daytona where she is to teach.

They are boosting real estate here at the beach and some predict that this winter the place will have an open season just the same as they have down the state. I can hardly believe this, though there probably will be some to spend the whole winter here besides the residents.

I love you, Sweetheart, and I’d write a longer letter this time, but regardless of how long I made it I could not tell you how much.

With a sweet goodnight,

Your,
Walter.

August 24, 1925 (Walter)

Monday Night 8/24

My Dear Swetheart,

The wind has subsided some and today it has been raining regular spring showers. According to the old timers these “Northeasterners” last for 3, 6, or 9 days and usually close with some rain. We have had two days of the wind so we expect that tomorrow will be the last day. The beaches are certainly nice and clean with all the rough places smoothed out. I believe it is a good thing to have one of these occasionally, but it is a little unfortunate if one happens to be driving up the beach.

August 24, 1925 (Walter)

August 24, 1925 (Walter)

Dear, you don’t know how much I wish you were down here with me. It will be dull here during the winter but the people who live here say that it is delightful and that there is hardly a day but what one can go in the surf. As a place to begin our “long time” honeymoon, it strikes me as being a very desirable place. If we are living here before going down the state, we could do our shopping for furniture and household goods at Jax and have plenty of time to decide on just what we want. We would not need them here at the beach, but could have them shipped to our home. (That “our home” sounds mighty good).

We could buy more reasonably in Jax than in Miami or Palm Beach, and too, would have more variety from which to select. It may not strike you just right to live here at the Beach, but I am inclined to believe that you would like it. I have had an eye out for the most desirable cottage in the event you think you would like it down here, and some of them are very nice. I’ll look around at Atlantic Beach some too, for you would probably like it up there. There are no stores up there, only cottages or rather homes. The cottage we have now is better than the average and for my work it serves the purpose very nicely but of course is not adapted for the work. The lady who owns it and who lives in the rear says that she is not going to be here this winter. I guess she will join her husband.

There seem to be quite a few Negroes who live further back and I imagine it would not be difficult to get help.

Most of the cottages are equipped with oil stoves, and I believe that most of the people eat dinner down town. One of the cafeterias, and the best one, will run all winter and spring. I have an electric grill which I have never used and it may be better for breakfast or lunch than the oil stove. I do not know anything about oil stoves but the land-lady seems to think they are OK.

I would like to know just what you think of taking a cottage until we go down the state, for if the idea does not strike you favorably I would not want to do it. I wouldn’t want you to live at any place where you did not want to live, and we will make arrangements accordingly. Please tell me exactly what you think. I am going to make you as comfortable as I can, and I hope to show you that you have a devoted husband. We have electricity & running water in all cottages and most of them are furnished.

I love you, Dear, and I’ll certainly be a happy human when I have you with me always. I hope to be as good and as considerate of you as one can, and if I can make you happy I’ll be happy too.

With all my love, I am,

Your
Walter.

Box 61

P.S. I guess Dr. White will be with me about one week longer.

PS #2 Whatever you and Mother Lewis plan for the wedding will be perfectly all right.

August 9, 1925

Sunday Night.
Aug. 9, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Claudelle and I left before the League service was over tonight as it looked like it would rain and we were not crazy about the idea of coming over our road after it was wet. It was mostly false alarm as it only sprinkled a little. There seemed to be enough thunder and lightning to make the Noahs of Uvalde think seriously of building an ark, but perhaps past experience has taught them better. However, we haven’t quite overcome our Mississippi ideas of the weather.

August 9, 1925

August 9, 1925

You really did seem distressed in your Wednesday’s letter over the Dr. White situation. Sweetheart, I am awfully sorry you are having so much trouble with him, and I wish so much that I could do something to help you out. I know just about how you feel and I don’t blame you a bit. I surely do wish I could be there to try to help you forget it. I know that when you are so constantly and closely associated with someone who is so oldmaidish, particular and slow about things that are often of minor importance or things that you have already thoroughly investigated yourself it is no less than nerve-racking. But aren’t you glad you found it out before you got deeply into some kind of partnership work with him that it would be harder to get out of? Maybe he will not be with you much longer, and then, won’t you feel good! I think you will be better able to appreciate your own work and the pleasant dealings you have had with Dr. K.S. and others than you would have, had you not had this experience with Dr. White. Sometimes these experiences are rather bitter while they last, but we often profit by them. However, Sweetheart, I am sorry you have had to endure this one and I hope you will not have to do it again. I am glad you are writing me about it because I like to know what you are going through even when you have to write it, because, if I were with you, I would certainly want to know, and I like to feel as much like I am with you as possible. I want you to feel free to write me anything you would want to tell me if I were with you. I will be so glad when we can be together and each evening can discuss the difficulties as well as the pleasures of the day. That is the way a husband and wife are drawn closer together and into a more complete understanding of one another. I don’t see how I could love you more than I do now, but that is what I said at first and I know I love you more now than I did then. Isn’t it wonderful how one’s capacity for loving can be increased so much?

You spoke of my photos. I still wear yours on my dressing table and I get lots of pleasure out of looking at it. You would really be surprised to know how often the expression of your face changes. When I don’t get a letter from you and I can’t help but be disappointed, I look at you and you look solemn and almost call me “Mama,” but when I do get a nice letter from you, I look at you and you almost laugh. I don’t know what I’d do without the picture. I love it. (and you).

Always, your,
Ina.

August 2, 1925 (Ina)

Sunday Night.

Aug. 2, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

In poetry and in song the patter, patter of the raindrops on the window sill usually forms the proper setting for peace, quiet, happiness and contentment inside the house. Well, the patter, patter has been on the window sill all afternoon and all evening and peace, quiet, etc. have reigned within with the one exception: one member of this household is suffering with a genuine case of lonesomeness – for you. We are really having a lovely rain, and we are all “tickled to death” over it, but it reminds me so very much of the evening you and I were stranded on the hill in the storm, and makes me wish for you. I often think of that incident, and am really glad it happened. We had lots of fun over it, didn’t we? I would be so happy if you were here tonight and we could enjoy a long confidential chat. I think we have kept up very well with “chats” by letter, don’t you think?

August 2, 1925 (Ina)

August 2, 1925 (Ina)

Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Lots of love,
Ina.

Monday Afternoon.
Aug. 3, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

I think the roads are dry enough now for Papa to go down town and I surely am glad because I haven’t had a letter yesterday nor today as none of us could get over the roads. You know pretty well how the water can flow over them out here like a river. I can hardly wait for him to return with a letter from you.

Thelma, Bob and the children took dinner with us yesterday but Thelma and Bob left early in the afternoon on account of the rain, leaving Thelma Lee and Reitha with us. I have made doll dresses, doll pillows, have played Mama, Papa, Mother, Daddy, party ‘n everything with them today to keep them amused while it was too wet for them to play outdoors. They are certainly full of pep.

Only four weeks ago yesterday you left Uvalde. I thought of it lots during the day and recalled the many happy hours you and I spent together during your two months’ stay here. Those two months did worlds toward shaping our future happiness, did they not? I love to think of them and to think of the many happy years we have ahead of us.

No doubt you are down on the beach by now. I hope you are enjoying your work down there and that Dr. White has changed his ways as he changed his location. Maybe he will not be so “old maidish” about everything as he was the paper. Let’s hope for the best. You have my sympathy.

Sweetheart, you mean the world to me and I love you oh, so very very much.

Yours always,
Ina.

July 17, 1925 (Walter)

Friday Night.

My Dear Sweetheart,

We had 99 patients today, though all of them were not creeping eruption and the C.E. were not all new cases. However, all had to have attention, and more than half were ones in which we were interested. I have no doubt but that I can go to sleep in a few minutes when I go up-stairs. We were too busy in work to know what has been going on on the outside. But I always think of you, Dear, and occasionally I interrupt Dr. White to show him some girl who is about your size, or who resembles you in some way. He now has a pretty good idea of you and he always says that he thinks that you are about right. When he tells me about his idea of a wife I usually exchange ideas with him and then tell him of you.

July 17, 1925 (Walter)

July 17, 1925 (Walter)

I hope you are feeling good, Dear, and that you are as comfortable from the weather as we are. It was so cool last night that we needed cover. Dr. White thinks the climate is much more delightful than that at Washington, Mrs. Bishopp says it has been sizzling hot up there.

This is a short letter and almost “a daily dozen” of lines to you, but I hope you will understand that I love you just as much and I want you more than ever.

With a sweet goodnight,

Always your
Walter.

P.S. I love you.