de LONG – ZANDE PAPERS: Series I – Folder 16. Letters to her family. January-March 1909.

Folder 16.  Letters to her family.  January-March 1909.   17 items. 

1300 Third Avenue Louisville Kentucky “My dear Eighty-seveners, (That sounds like a company of U. S. regulars, doesn’t it?)  Did one, or all of you, make…

Sunday Morning 10 A.M.  “My dearest Mother and Helen—You certainly do beat all!”

At School—Thursday P.M.  “Dearest Mother—I am beginning now, because I have a rehearsal after school—and want to lie down when I get home…”

Sunday Evening.  “Dearest Mother and Helen—If I hadn’t gone to church this morning and out to see Mrs. Churchman—our neighbor who has moved to rooms way out on the edge….”

Thursday Evening. 10.30  “Dearest Mother—Such a beautifully in order room as this is…”

Saturday Morning—At School “Dearest Mother and Helen—The boys are finishing the painting of our scenery, before setting it up for an afternoon rehearsal…”

Tuesday Evening  “If my letters are just ‘breaths’ now, here is another one!”

Postmarked Indianapolis Jan 29 10 P.M. Ind   Received Northampton Mass Jan 31 6 P.M. 1909 “1209 Park Avenue—Indianapolis. Friday morning (?) at one o’clock.  “My very dears—The first thing I want to do, now that I am up, dressed, and fed…”

“My very dear Mother—It is just beginning to be warmer after a veritable New England cold snap.”

Thursday. “As Ethel and Mabel came up the steps of 1209 Park Avenue tonight, at five o’clock, Ethel said wearily, “Oh, I wish there’d be something good to eat from home…”

Sunday Afternoon “My very dear Mother—This letter is to be to you.  As is usual on a rainy day, my thoughts have turned very often to you, to wonder what you are doing…”

Thursday Evening.  “My dearest Mother—Such a tiny bit of a note as you sent me on Helen’s birthday!”

“Dearest Mother—Such a little bitty short letter as you wrote me on Sunday!”

[March 7, 1909] “Dearest Mother and Helen—If the fourth of March was blizzardy for youall, the seventh is heavenly for us—a mild, sunshiney day, with coolness enough in the air…”

Monday Evening.  “My dearest Mother, It is ten minutes past six—in a half an hour I must go over to dinner or be scolded for being late.  So I am to race and see how much I can….”

Sunday Night “My dears—aren’t you glad that there is no Miss Foy here tonight, and that, having had a simple supper of bread and milk and tea, I have no duties to perform…”

“Dearest Mother, I wonder if you have been reading Middlemarch today, and what you think of it?”