de LONG – ZANDE PAPERS: Series I – Folder 30. Letters to her family. January-June 1915.

Folder 30.  Letters to her family.  January-June 1915.  34 items.

“’Pears like I’m bound to run look at that picter of Santy Clause.”

New Year’s Day.  “Dearest, most precious lady—Mother!  Thank you so much for sending the telegram about the services on Monday…”

“My own dear Mother and Helen—It is Monday Evening,—rainy—and the four little people are playing in my room…”

Wed. nearly midnight.  “Baby is sick & I am up late prepared for vomiting…”

“Dearest of ladies—Whenever I get Miss Butler’s letter answered, you can have the original…”

Wed.  “Dear Mother & Helen—My view is the prettiest ever today…”

Feb. 1.  “Dearest Mother & Helen—It is good to be up, & feeling energetic again.”

Wed. “Dearests—All’s well—I’m getting better—Polly Anne has just come in…”

Monday P.M.  “My dear Mother & Helen—Well, I did some of the things you wanted me to!”

“I wonder how you ever contrive to be so lovely…”

“My dearest little Helen—This is Lexington, where I have just arrived from Eastern Kentucky.”

Wednesday A.M. “Dearest Two—You know I never had a minute to write you yesterday?”

Wed. “My dear So Aunt Ida goes to you soon!  Lovely, lovely!”

“Dearest Mother,—I’ve been thinking—Ever since Helen’s letter tells me you don’t want to come down to Pine Mt. next fall…”

“Well, didn’t we have a good time, dear Mother, and haven’t you been busy telling Heleen & Aunt Ida about it?”

“Dears—I think I have a new form of delirium tremens!”

“This is the message a little black kitten sends you.”

“Dearest lady;—I wish you had the lovely low dish of ferns & arbutus & violetrs by my side on this desk.”

“The nicest thing that’s happened in ages was Helen’s letter of last Monday…”

“Dearest lady—Love & love to you.  I wear my white silk waist with so much pleasure since you did it up.”

“Sunday on the Elevated from Evanston to the University.  Now who do you suppose turned up at church this morning?”

1931 Orrington Av. Evanston, Ill.  “My very dears—Isn’t it interesting to you to know that I am a guest in the house Bishop McCabe used to live in…”

”My very dear & darling Mother,—Yes I heard yesterday when I spoke at the Evanston M.E. church that Aunt Bell is dying…”

“To you dears—Greetings, as I fly along from Chicago to Kalamazoo on the Wolverine.”

Early morning Friday. “On the train again, dears, & a gray day again, and me sleepy again!”

“My dearest Lady—Here I am at Kansas City & no one was ever gladder for letters…”

Louisville.  “My dearest Mother—After 24 hours on the train from K.C. to Louisville…”

“Goodmorning & how are you?”

Friday.  “My dearest Two—You can’t think how peaceful this hour seems!”

“My very dears—How distressed I am that you can’t have the house for June…”

Monday Night.  “My dears—Can you guess what part The Dog Trot is cast for now?”

“’Though there be time, but for a line—’ I agree that it’s better than none!”

“Dearest Mother & Helen!  How lovely, lovely that you can have the house till June 15…”

“Helen, my dear, this letter shall be begun to you…”