My sweet Georgi
Today has
just been another one of those blue, lonely Sundays where I spend the whole day
thinking of you. But George, won’t it be wonderful when we meet. Your sweet
letter just thrilled me to tears and I am looking forward to “Springtime in the
Rockies” when I can have you for my own, and that is where all my thoughts have
turned—in making a sweet home for you, cause I want to see you happy.
I’m glad
dear you’re making so good with your work, and I’m just as proud, even prouder,
of you than your boss is. That is one thing I have always admired of you, you
make good what you start & do your best.
I had kind
of an exciting afternoon today. Dad let me drive the car. This is rather
unusual for dad but I think he quite liked his ride. No one was hurt &
neither was the car.
Herbert is
going to California right away. He is going to Washington first. I gave him
your address and told him to call on you if he passes through Berkeley. I think
you’ll recognize him.
I think your
plans are sure keen. Even though it will mean me giving up home and my friends
here, this is not too much when I see what I am going to get for it. George I
want to be your’s & your’s alone, and I want you for
mine alone. About going out with other fellows—I don’t. I love to dance but I
go alone & come home alone, but I always have a girl friend with who does
the same.=I’m saving ALL my love for you.
I am content
to be married by a bishop. I guess you know of one there. When we go for a
visit where there is a Temple we’ll be married there later, don’t you think so?
I’m all
thrilled about seeing you. Can you tell now about when next spring we’ll meet,
never more to part? It seems unjust for you my most loved, to be so far off and
me left here with but memories. But that is just what is going to make us
dearer to each other, and surely we’ll meet soon.
Good night
dear one. Write soon, as your letters are a part of my life. Enfolded in my
arms with your eyes gazing in mine, I kiss you goodnight.
Alice
(Here’s
part of my album)
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