My sweet
little Alice,
Finally I
have time to get a few lines to you, our first anniversary sale is on, that
keeps me busy every minute of the day it is now Saturday night 8 o’clock, Fred
is still trimming windows and while I am waiting for him, I’ll have a little
talk with you. Your last letter sure was sweet, a wonderful message of love, if
I only could be with you to show you my appreciation. Fred suggested to have
you come down here, what do you think to that? Do you think that your folks
would let you go? I sure hate to be alone much longer. But what can we do about
it? Well, I leave that to you. It doesn’t seem possible for me to count on a
permanent home for a number of years yet, most people down here are moving
along constantly, but you sure can’t gain much by doing so.
How I wish I
could enjoy one of those lovely May-nights with you as I did long ago, now
everything is is so dry and solemn, every day the same, the same sun, not cold,
not warm, people cold and heartless, that golden California…if I didn’t have
Fred I sure would be lost. Tomorrow we will stretch our lazy bones in the sand
on the seashore, we got us red hot bathing suits, maybe we can get some
attraction.
You will
write me again soon, won’t you dear? I am waiting with every mail for a letter
from you, they are quite an encouragement to me.
Always your
loving friend,
George
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