de LONG – ZANDE PAPERS: Series I – Folder 24. Letters to her family. January-July 1912.

Folder 24.  Letters to her family.  January-July 1912.  42 items.

Tuesday Morning. [Arabella: January 3]  “My dearest Mother—I am looking out on a wintry landscape, frozen ground, falling snowflakes, ice along the edge of the creek.”

[Arabella: Jan. 1912] “Dearest Mother,—here it is Tusday night, and my Sunday letter not yet written to you!”

Jan. 13, 1912.  “My dear Mrs. Edmonston:  I wonder if Mrs. Smith has got my letter yet…”

Sunday.  Jan. 14. [at end] “Well—dearest lady—I have just come in from reading ‘Being a Boy’ to an intensely interested circles of boys.”

Wednesday Night.  “Just ready to start tomorrow for Beaver Creek, and the railroad…” [includes a copy by Ethel of a letter to Katherine Pettit from Lewis Turner]

Wednesday, Jan 24.  “Dearest little lady, When I got home last night  I found all….”

Thursday Evening.  “Dearest Mother,—Who would have thought that I should never…”

Thursday Night.  “Dearest Mother—I am half way through a long letter to you…”

Feb. 8, 1912.  “I can hardly prop my eyelids up—scuh a thirst for sleep has come upon me..”

Monday Night.  “Dearest Mother, I am so glad I didn’t write to you yesterday…”

Sunday Night.  “Dearest Mother,—I have been spending the day with our Helen—that is…”

“My dear Mother;—I had a talk with Miss Butler about papa & she says she is sure…”

Thursday P.M. [Helen: 1912]  “Dearest Mother,—I am so sorry for the tired and worried day—the day when you wrote me a little note telling of your wish to care for….”

Sunday Afternoon. Feb. 12, 1912 [at end]  “Dearest Mother—A gray, quiet day, mild and lazy!”

Wednesday Night.  “Dearest Mother±Helen is playing cards with Miss Gartrell…”

Tuesday Afternoon—”Well, my dearest Mother,—once again communications are established!”

“Well, dearest Mother, I have just taken Helen for a walk to the well…”

Sunday Mar. 24.  “Dearest Mother,—It is nearly ten—and I have not had a minute…”

Monday, bedtime.  “Dearest Mother   Helen seems about the same.”

Tuesday P.M.  “Dearest Mother—Mail today!  And two letters from you!”

Wednesday P.M.  “How glad I am to write you that Helen is really better tonight…”

Thursday P.M.  “Dearest Mother Helen is much better—has had five light meals today…”

Sunday Night. “Well, my dearest Mother, the peaceful tenor of life at Hindman is a little disturbed, for we have a case of measles in the school…”

Monday P.M. [at end]  “My dear Mother,—I am vastly relieved to know about Brightside, for it seemed to me…”

April 12, 1912.  “Dearest Mother, Yes, I know just how you feel about the Cape Cod house..”

Monday Night.  “Didn’t write to you yesterday, dearest lady, because I couldn’t…” [part of last page is torn off]

“Dearest Mother—This letter is an outrider to last night’s—first, to enclose that check…”

Tuesday.  “Helen said today ‘I’m so afraid Mother won’t take that house on Cape Cod…’”

Sunday Night.  “Dearest Mother,—The two doctors and four nurses have just come…”

Sunday P.M.  “Dearest lady—I have spent all this day—and now I am plumb sleepy…”

Tuesday.  “Dearest Mother,—I am so glad that last Wednesday’s journey is safely over.”

Sunday.  “Dearest Mother—Helen’s trunk is packed—her suitcase wrapped….”

Friday at Six.  “Well, my two dear preciouses—I was so happy to find a letter…”

Thursday Noon.  “Well—my dears—in a few hours you’ll be starting…”

Monday.  “Dearest Mother & Helen,—There wasn’t a minute to send you my love…”

Friday Afternoon.  “My dearest Mother,—I’ve been toiling for some time over…”

Thursday at six.  “Dearest Mother—it certainly was good to get yours and Helen’s letters…”

Monday Noon.  “Dearest Mother & Helen,—This is a simply lovely day after a scorcher…”

Bar Harbor, Me.  Tuesday, 12 P.M.”  Dearest Mother—Have had a most interesting day…”

Bar Harbor, Me.  “Well—this is the very loveliest place in the world, I am sure…”

The Belfast—enroute to Boston, Friday Night.  “My very dear two!  Well—my three days…”

Tuesday A.M.  “Goodmorning to you!  The air here is wonderful, like September…”