de LONG – ZANDE PAPERS: Series I – Folder 13. Letters to her family. January-Summer 1908.

Letters to her family.  January-Summer 1908.

Folder 13.  Letters to her family.  January-Summer 1908.     37 items.

En route from Louisville to Indianapolis.  Sunday Afternoon. [           1908] “Dear Father, We are hardly more than out of the Louisville trainsheds, on the last lap of the homeward journey…”

1209 Park Ave. Indianapolis. Sunday Afternoon.  “Lo! the regular Sunday letter has begun again!”

Jan. 19, 1908.  Sunday Evg.  “It hardly seems possible, does it dears? that I have written the right date at the head of this paper!”

Sunday Morning, Jan. 26 [1908].  “Good morning, dear hearts, who are only just now finishing your breakfasts, I reckon!”

Thursday Evening.  “Dearest Mother and Helen,—I am wishing I knew, tonight, just how you two are, just how our Small Child has stood the week…”

Sunday. February 16, 1907.  “Dearest Mother and Helen, I don’t know whether or not I can tell you all you want to know and all I want you to know this morning…”

Sunday Morning, 8.30.  “Think of it, here is your one-time slug-a-bed up, dressed, fed…”

“The news you can read, dear Helen, in the letter to Mother that I’ve just finished.”

Sunday Morning. Mar. 8 [1908].  “My dears, here I am, eating soft, fresh dates that I bought on market yesterday, while the rain it raineth softly and persistently…”

“My dearie Mother, Is the ‘splendid pain’ a little less splendid now?”

Friday morning, in school.  “Dearest little sister, Do you know that I forgot until I was coming to school this morning that I had sent youall no letter last night?”

“Mother dearest, twenty-four hours ago I thought I should write you quite a long letter for Sunday,—but that was under the inspiration of the splendid long one I had from you!”

Saturday Morning “Dearest Mother, Of course the special delivery never came—and its failure to arrive explains why you wrote in Sunday’s letter no word as to your visit…”

Sunday Morning.  “My room is in order, dusted and ‘red up,’ and I have been reading for a little in the confessions of St. Augustine—which ‘I like” is hardly a strong enough word for..”

Thursday Evening.  “Dearest Twos, This is the regular evening, isn’t it? to resume the even tenor of my ways and get a letter off to youall before the postman has collected the mail.”

Thursday Evening.  “You two are happy tonight, being together again, I am very sure.”

Thursday, just after lunch.“Dears:—I feel a little as Father did when he said he’d lost his bearings—it seems so queer to be at leisure all day long.”

Sunday Just after dinner.  “Dearest Two, Of all golden days this is the most golden…”

Sunday—9 A.M.  “A rainy morning, dearest Mother, so that instead of going downtown to church, I shall slip around the corner to Plymouth Congregational Church.”

Sunday Evening.  “Would you believe that the little leaves can almost be seen to take shape on the lilac bushes, that the trees are plainly a-feathering against the sky…”

“Dearest Mother—I have a wee bit minute to make up for the omission of a Thursday night letter to you…”

Major’s Crossing Sunday P.M.  “My two dears—If ever a beech tree was made to sit under this one was—for it grows with great spreading roots right out of a bank…”

On the train, on Friday afternoon.  “Antoinette forgot to mail the letter I wrote you yesterday, so it lies in my room unmailed…”

Sunday Morning, May 17  Louisville, Ky.  “Dearest Mother and Helen, While you are rejoicing in the first mild days of spring I am feeling that summer not only is coming but already here!”

“Dearest Mother, this letter, at any rate, is to get to you with the regularity that has been lacking in the others!  Have you minded?”

“Dearest Mother—I have just come home from seeing dear Antoinette off for Waterville, via Buffalo!”

Sunday Morning.  “If you were here, dears, you would be borrowing all my shawls…”

Thursday Evening “Dearest Mother—Yes, school is over, as you very well know…”

Postmarked Indianapolis, Ind. June 15 10 AM 1908.  To Mrs. George de Long Hubbardston, Massachusetts.  Early Monday Morning (Not yet dressed!  “When you read this, my three dear ones, you will be in that happy, happy little town of Hubbardston…”

Thursday Afternoon.  “Isn’t it lovely, dears, to be at home in the afternoon so that one can write letters, correct compositions, read, etc. in one’s nightgown?”

Sunday Morning.  “It is cool and shadowy here in my room, and a little breeze is blowing…”

Thursday Evening. 6 P.M.  “Dearest Mother, I was disappointed to get no letter from youall today, for of course I want to hear how our friends next door are…”

Thursday Evening.  “Dearest Mother, I am so sorry I didn’t think to tell you, in my ‘last’ that my throat was all well by Tuesday!”

Sunday Morning.  “I am going to write a letter before I get ready for church, just to be sure that I will have something to put in the noon mail.”

Sunday Morning, just after breakfast.  “Are youall watching the sun eclipse, through smoked glass, as we have been doing?  I can’t feel a sustained interest in it, so have withdrawn…”

Tuesday Afternoon.  “Before I read your letter again, Mother dear, I’m going to write a little letter to you, so you can have a Thursday surprise.”

12 Fairbanks Street Brookline “Dearest Mother: I couldn’t get a card off last night very well, for Ruth Gaines was here to supper and directly after we went for a long ride in Marion’s brother’s automobile.”