de LONG – ZANDE PAPERS: Series I – Folder 9. Letters to her family. January-Late Spring 1906.

Letters to her family.  January-Late Spring  1906.


Folder 9.  Letters to her family.  January-Late Spring  1906.    27 items.

“Dearest Ones:  This first day of the year is a very different one from the first day of last year, isn’t it?”

Thursday Evening. [Helen: 1906]  “Dearest Mother:  When I came home from school I found your letter—a tiny one for the first of the New Year—waiting for me…”

January 7, 1905  [actually 1906]  “My dearest Mother:  Once again comes the day…”

“Dearest Mother from her dearest Ethel:  It is a very unregenerate daughter that you have, for I have never been so lazy in my life as I have been all this week…”

“My dear ones:  I am glad to have it Thursday night again, not only because it brings…”

Sunday A.M.  [Helen:  Jan. 22, 1906]  “My dearest Mother:  How grieved I was to hear of…”

January 28.  “Two o’clock of a beautiful Sunday afternoon, dears, when the sunshine is so mellow and the air so sweet and mild and the little blades of grass so green…”

Thursday Afternoon. [Helen: 1906]  “Four whole days of school under the new regime…”

Sunday Afternoon, 5.45.  “My dearies:  Here it is late and dark, almost time for the mail…”

Feb. 11, 1906.  “Dears:  I have just come in from this mild, almost spring-like air…”

Thursday 5.10.  “Dears:  I am just home from school, after an extended teachers’ meeting…”

Feb. 18, 1906.  “Dearest Mother:  The Chinese sweetmeats came yesterday morning…”

Feb. 22.  “And is this no a bonnie day wi’ you?”

Feb. 25, 1906.  Sunday Noon.  “Well, dears, this is one of the days when I am dreadfully out of the mood for letter-writing, but I know you will be disappointed if I send no letter.”

“Dearies:  Are you both much better this afternoon, I wonder, and living once more…”

“Dearest Mother:  Helen says you are keeping up wonderfully…”

Sunday Morning. [Helen: 1906] “My dearies:  I wish you could see the beautiful snowstorm that is keeping me at home today.”

Sunday Morning.  “My dear, dear family:  I have eaten my breakfast, straitened [sic] up…”

Sunday Afternoon.  “Dearies:  I have just been ransacking my letter drawer…”

Thursday Afternoon.  “Dearies, Mother and Helen:  My thoughts are turning to you…”

Sunday Evening.  “Dearest Mother, Father, and Helen:  Once again I am late in writing…”

Tuesday Morning.  “Dearest Mother:  If only you and Helen were sharing in my vacation, how happy I should be!”

Sunday Afternoon.  “Dearest Mother:  Glad am I that Bleak House is finished….”

[Helen:  April 12, 1906]  “My dear ones:  How much better talking would be than writing today!  But then that is always true, isn’t it?”

“Mother dear:  I am writing this to say that All is well.”

“Dear ones:  This is the bonniest day!”  [end of letter is missing]

“My dears:  The spirit of letter-writing is not upon me, for the time of my departure is so near that I am ‘pressed for time,’ and besides it seems so much better to think…”