My dearest George:
Here we are—Sunday night and
all by ourselves. Sweethearts are out spooning and so are we, —right here on this paper. These long Sunday nights sure give me the
blues but they’re worth it when I think that I am going back to my dear George
and all our promises.
Vacation days are over. I was gone all of the week before last and
should have had another week. One of the accounts I take care of, the gold, was
not going along very good, so they called me back Tuesday. The big boss was on
his vacation too and they wanted it all to balance. I sure had a time balancing
too, everybody had been doing something on it. There was one good part about it
though, that was getting a check last night. I have had kind of a tough time last
year. I had my coat stolen, so I’m buying me a new one this winter again. While
up the canyon I let my brother Hyrum take my watch and he lost that. While in
the big store of Kress, someone stole my purse just after I got paid. This all
amounts up and causes grief. Mother says it’s cause I don’t pay my tithing.
Maybe so—
It sure has been a lovely day today. The sun shone warm all day.
There’s been no frost so the flowers are still exhibiting their gay colors. We
took some pictures so I’ll have one for you in my next letter—if they turn out.
Next Sunday is Conference. Maybe the weather won’t be so keen. Speaking of
conference reminds me of last year on that Sunday of the visit down around 33rd
South and Seventh East. The next night I saw you at the dance, but you wouldn’t
even dance with me. I thought then that was the end, and we were never going to
be friends again, for I must admit, I was kind of peeved. But that’s all over.
I’ve tried going with other fellows and I’m sure you did likewise with girls,
but I was never contented and never could be happy with any one else but you.
You taught me how to love and gave me my first real companionship with a boy
and I can’t and won’t forget you.
Sure, I’ll come anytime you’re ready for me. If we can’t be
married in the Temple right at first, let’s make this promise, that we will
later, cause I’m sure both of us will want to an will be able to. You’re the
boy I want now and forever, so we won’t delay because of this. Are you planning
on coming to Salt Lakes or have me come down there? Either way is K.O. with me,
but I just like to talk about it. It’s all so thrilling. When we get everything
decided on definite, don’t you think you would like to write the folks a nice
little letter, and tell them of our plans? I think they would kind of like to
hear from you and know our plans, not now but when, well you know. Of course
they know my story and are pleased with you. Any news from father and mother
Rein?
So you’re a little school boy again. Like it? I kind of miss
school and feel like I’m losing out on some things.
Well dear, I think I’ve wrote enough for tonight. I could go on
writing pages, but all my thoughts would only amount to this, so I’ll make it
short and sweet: I love you above all else and I’m sure looking forward to our
meeting and getting married, this is the most lonesome part of my life I have
ever gone through—and hope to go through.
With all my love, and a great big squeese and kiss
Alice
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