de LONG – ZANDE PAPERS: Series I – Folder 15. Letters to her family. November-December 1908.

Folder 15.  Letters to her family.  November-December 1908.  15 items.

[November 1, 1908] 1209 Park Avenue, Indianapolis, Sunday.  “My dear own folks,—November first is as mild and as sweet as one could wish, and I, who was up only long enough to eat breakfast…”

Sunday Morning.  “My dearest Mother, Your last letter told of a snowstorm—the first of the season—and as I answer it I am sitting here by a wide open window!”

Sunday Evening.  “Mother dear,—I am spending the last hour of the day with you…” [scrap of brown fabric attached to letter]

“Dearest Mother and Helen—I’ve just finished a long letter to Antoinette, who failed to get my last one, and wrote in great anxiety to know what was the matter…”

Friday Morning.  “Dearest Mother—This is in school—before my classes begin…”

1209 Park Avenue—Ind—Thanksgiving Evening.  ‘Dearest Mother and Sister, Five minutes ago I got in the house from the Thanksgiving party…”

“My dear father—Tomorrow is your birthday, and you should have had a letter for it on the very day, if I could have managed it.”

Sunday afternoon.  “My very dear ones—Have you been feasting on cold turkey today, and wonderful cakes out of Harper’s Bazar  [sic] (I’m de-lighted [sic]at your hint of a box for me…”

Sunday “My very dears—This has been a lovely day—even though it had some busy hours in it—and now at the end of it, I am going to write you a little letter….”

Dearest Mother—Here I’ve been codgering my brains for more than a half hour…”

Sunday Night.  “Dearest Mother and Helen—I aim to write you short, joint letters from now till Christmas time!”

Sunday Afternoon.  “There is just a five minute intermission between starting out for the Fletcher Sanatorium where we are going for tea—and wrapping up the Christmas packages…”

Wednesday Morning.  “My own very dear ones—Merry Christmas! and a heartful of love to you!”

Christmas Evening 8.30 “My very dear Father, Mother, and Helen, I have left the Stones and their five guests in the library, and come off to write to you by the grate in my room.”

“Dearest Mother and Helen–I hesitated for a minute, trying to decide whom to send this too[sic]—and then I thought that in the holidays it must go to both of you.”