This letter, from Naaman, was written and posted on Monday July 16, 1923.
"Milford, Conn.
7/16/23
Dearest Nevada :-
I have just sent you a day letter full of vexation and uncertainty. I had not heard from you since I got that letter at Bridgeport, a long time ago, and had decided that you had completely, and entirely, forgotten me. Why, I couldn't make out. I went up to the P.O. again after I had sent the wire, and got two letters from you. One was dated the 12th, & the other the thirteenth. I feel 1000% better now. And whether you send any money, or not, I know now that I can live on water if necessary, rather than be in as much doubt as I was before. I got your St. Louis letter here as I dropped a card there. I do not mean that I dropped it while in St. Louis, but, I sent from here for it.
I did not write yesterday, or before, as I did not know what to think. I feel now as if I had just gotten over some severe illness, and had been running an awful high temper...ature. Ye Gods in Himmel! It was terrible.
Hereafter I am going to address your letters to the S.W. corner 19th & Mersington. Then I know you will get them.
Yes, there is a difference in the climates of our two states. It is cooler here in the daytime. But the difference is not so marked as at night when the sea breeze comes in and makes sleeping a real past time. Honey, I sure wish I had you here on these fine nights. Please don't wait on a permanent address to write anymore.
Don't be afraid of your letters being otherwise than interesting to me. I don't care if they are all gossip, or all scandal, and 52 pages long on the typewriter. I shall always enjoy every line that you write.
I cannot say just how long it will be before I get my license. It will be anywhere from two to six weeks from now. I should judge about three weeks. If I should fail, I would be in a h--l of a hole.
This is one of the times that I don't feel like writing at all. What I should enjoy most would be to sit on the front porch with you, hold your hand, and feel fine to think that I had not lost you. I mean this in all sincerity.
With 52 Varieties of Love,
More Varieties of Kisses,
A Farewell Hug & Squeeze,
Norman"
Homesick and Lonesome. A caustic combination.
"Milford, Conn.
7/16/23
Dearest Nevada :-
I have just sent you a day letter full of vexation and uncertainty. I had not heard from you since I got that letter at Bridgeport, a long time ago, and had decided that you had completely, and entirely, forgotten me. Why, I couldn't make out. I went up to the P.O. again after I had sent the wire, and got two letters from you. One was dated the 12th, & the other the thirteenth. I feel 1000% better now. And whether you send any money, or not, I know now that I can live on water if necessary, rather than be in as much doubt as I was before. I got your St. Louis letter here as I dropped a card there. I do not mean that I dropped it while in St. Louis, but, I sent from here for it.
I did not write yesterday, or before, as I did not know what to think. I feel now as if I had just gotten over some severe illness, and had been running an awful high temper...ature. Ye Gods in Himmel! It was terrible.
Hereafter I am going to address your letters to the S.W. corner 19th & Mersington. Then I know you will get them.
Yes, there is a difference in the climates of our two states. It is cooler here in the daytime. But the difference is not so marked as at night when the sea breeze comes in and makes sleeping a real past time. Honey, I sure wish I had you here on these fine nights. Please don't wait on a permanent address to write anymore.
Don't be afraid of your letters being otherwise than interesting to me. I don't care if they are all gossip, or all scandal, and 52 pages long on the typewriter. I shall always enjoy every line that you write.
I cannot say just how long it will be before I get my license. It will be anywhere from two to six weeks from now. I should judge about three weeks. If I should fail, I would be in a h--l of a hole.
This is one of the times that I don't feel like writing at all. What I should enjoy most would be to sit on the front porch with you, hold your hand, and feel fine to think that I had not lost you. I mean this in all sincerity.
With 52 Varieties of Love,
More Varieties of Kisses,
A Farewell Hug & Squeeze,
Norman"
Homesick and Lonesome. A caustic combination.
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