Monthly Archives: April 2012

He Ran Out of Gas

It’s Monday and I’m reflecting on all the wonderful weekend moments.  How is it that Friday-Saturday-Sunday passes so quickly and Monday seems to drag on so slowly?  It’s the beginning of the week and I already feel out of gas.

 

Jim writes to Mary shortly after he returns to Columbia from visiting her in Jefferson City.    Sweet moments recollected in his correspondence filled with sweet nothings.  Oh, and it sounds like he ran out of gas…literally.  At least they were well chaperoned!

 

Postmark Columbia, MO

April 28, 1930  5 PM

 

Monday

 

Dear Mary-

 

I got here about forty five minutes ago so I’m afraid there won’t be much of interest to tell you this time.  Maybe tomorrow there will be.  I hope so.

 

I surely enjoyed the weekend with you darling.  That slipped.  Really though it seems that every time I am with you I enjoy it more than I did the time before.  “Funny dear what love can do.”  Now isn’t it? —

 

I hope your Aunts didn’t think I had gone crazy or something similar yesterday.  Really though, I don’t know how they felt, but I enjoyed the bridge game immensely.  Next time, I’ll try to act so that the rest can enjoy it.  Do you suppose I could do that?  I hope that you aren’t too tired by night.  Take care of yourself this week and don’t go until you can’t go any more.  That is no nice way to act is it.

 

I hope that your father didn’t get too disgusted last night that he won’t go anyplace else with us.  Really Mary-I would hate that.  Tell him that it probably won’t happen again in ten years.  I’ll see to it next time that we have plenty of gas.  You can bet on that.  I don’t care, but I know how he felt.
I didn’t get a letter from home this morning.  I think they have forgotten they have a son.  I guess I’ll have to write home and ask for money.  Then they will know they have one.  I’m going to call them tonight and see what the trouble it.

 

Mary you do just what you think you would rather and what you feel that you should about leaving your mother on Mother’s Day.  I won’t blame you a bit if you want to stay there.  Do as you think best honey.  That’s the way I want you to do.

 

I must stop and do a bit of studying before lunch.

 

Love, 

 

Jim

 

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Say What?

 

Postmark Jefferson City, MO

 

April 21, 1930 8:30 PM

 

Monday

 

Dear Jim:
Well-I haven’t very much to say.  I am really not as angry as I might seem, however I felt better after you came by last night.  I was surprised though that you did.

 

I worked hard today and am tired tonight.  I tried to get my art ready and did but it’s a big job.

 

I had a letter from Helen she said Lillian Rogles told her that Henry said he want to be Helen’s next flame.  Now I am sure he didn’t say that, just what he said I can’t say.  Helen said she was sure Lillian got her wires crossed.  Anyway Helen wants to come up this coming weekend, but on account of some parties and all, I am writing to her to come later. She really wants to come the 9th but I think that’s when we can go to Clinton.  I believe from now until school is out I’ll be busy.

 

Jim-the flowers are still pretty.  They were so sweet Sunday morning.  I will forgive you for most anything when you are so thoughtful as to send flowers to me on Easter.  I think you’re real sweet.  

 

Write soon–and when will you be over Saturday afternoon or when?
Love,

 

Mary

 

 

 

Postmark Columbia, MO

 

April 24, 1930 5 PM

 

Thursday

 

Dear Mary-

 

I just finished reading your letter.  I am sure Helen would understand if she wants to come that weekend.  As for going down home is concerned, we can make the trip anytime, or leave it out if you are too busy.  I’ll tell mother not to plan any party for you for about a week and a half yet.  By then we should know for sure.  Then if something happens that you can’t leave she can call it off alright.  Don’t worry yourself about that.

 

I wrote an eight hundred word paper last night.  I wrote it, corrected it and copied it over by midnight.  I didn’t get started until eight thirty.  I hope the thing is satisfactory.  I have to read it at the banquet tomorrow night before all of the Tau Beta Pis and all of the faculty of the Engineering School.  I’ll be glad when that is over.  I have an examination in Heat Machinery at one o’clock and an exam for Tau Beta Pi at four o’clock.  I don’t know how I’ll come out in either one of them, but I don’t really care.

 

Tomorrow classes are dismissed for the funeral of the former President of the University, whatever his name is.  That means I don’t have any classes at all tomorrow.  I think I will put the whole day in on my Graphic Statics.  Maybe I can get caught up on some of it.  I have a Heat report to write tonight and an electrical report to write up before Monday, so  you see, I really have plenty to keep me busy for some time.  I’ll be over there Saturday about 5:45 P.M.  

 

Really Mary I am just about out of something to say, so I guess I’ll have to quit for this time.  You’ll forgive me once more want you?  Please~~~~~~~~~~

 

Love,

 

Jim

 

Henry called me from downtown last night.  He had a date and two couples over here.  He didn’t come out here though.

 

 

Two people without much to say, but their letters say a lot.  Parties and plans and projects and papers.  And tittle-tattle about Henry’s romantic life.  Just exactly what his romantic life is…who can say?

 

 

 

The correspondence leaves out a lot information.  I guess we’re better off not knowing the particulars of what had Mary annoyed with Jim.  Kiss and make up.  The flowers were a nice touch.

 

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Making Sense Out of Nonsense

Postmark Jefferson City, MO

April 18, 1930  7 PM

Dear Jim:
I was glad to get your letter today.  It must seem good to be all up with your work.  I wish I could say that, maybe by Monday I can be.

Mrs. Nixon and I have just returned from the greenhouse.  We bought some flowers to put out in front of the house.  It is so nice out you want to mess around in flowers. 

I bought a bag to match my shoes today.  It wasn’t very expensive yet rather cute.  I wish I had some money to get several.  There are so many cute ones now.

Jim, I really am sorry not to get to come to Clinton.  I wanted to come so much.  I’ll be glad when I can.

Say, I have gone to bed every night by 8:30 for the last few nights–ever since Sunday.  I should get fat at this rate.

Jim, I hope you get to K.C. alright.  If you can help your Aunt Sally I guess it’s alright, but it seems to me she should should let the Homer go-to and stay put.

Well I must close.  Write soon.  I hope you had a grand time with your folks.

Love, Mary

I had a long letter from Leon-He is fine.  Said he was glad everything was off.  He and Elinor are through for good this time.

Love,

Mary

It is the end of April (2012) but the weather has been like the end of February. Snow flurries were flying just the other day. They call this “Blackberry Winter.”  I think it is because the blackberry canes are beginning to bloom and the cold snap sets the buds to bear fruit. Right now, it doesn’t make much sense to me, but I guess the chilly weather will be worth it when the berries come in.  Jam.  Cobbler. Muffins.  Compote.  YUM.

Finally, today the sun is shining and the breeze is warm.  Well warm-ish.  This letter inspires me.  Tomorrow I am going to buy some plants for my garden.

And maybe some shoes and a matching purse.

(Just kidding, honey, about the shoes and purse.)  My husband and I call each other “honey” like Mary and Jim did.

What is all the nonsense about going to bed at 8:30 and getting fat?  Or Jim’s Aunt Sally and the “Homer go-to”?  I promise I read and re-read the letter at least 18 times just to be sure I made out the handwriting correctly.  Nonsense.

Getting caught up on work and planting flowers and a matching bag to go with new shoes all makes sense to me.  So, I won’t try to figure out what doesn’t make sense.  Kind of like a “Blackberry Winter.”

 

 

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