September 9, 1980

Salt Lake City, Utah: September 9, 1930




My dearest George,

Delivered by mother, I received your precious little letter at the office this afternoon, --and was I happy! This letter has a story of its own and I’ll tell you about it when I see you.

From the looks and sound of things, it looks like you had a wonderful vacation and I’m sure glad for you.

I read in the paper where Matz’s girl’s baby was hurt in an accident. I haven’t seen Martain lately and your aunt I’ve never seen since the last time you took me down there. Let me know how the baby is if they tell you.

Has the new boss arrived yet? Our boss is leaving Saturday to go back East to give his daughter away in marriage. Things will be pretty much brighter, as he sure lives up to his name, Dull.

The girls that works with me—Glennis, (she was at the swimming party we went to) is on her vacation and I have been quite busy doing her and my work. I sure like the girls I work with and we have a lot of fun in & out of the office.

George I’m glad your folks too know about our plans. I don’t know just what they will say, but I do hope and know they will let me share in their dear boy. You’ve met all my folks and are certainly like by all. Mother has often commented on you and said you were her favorite of all my boy friends, and this has been her opinion since I first started going out with you, and how many things have happened since then. The other Sunday when I was down to grandma’s place, she talked to me about you. She was well pleased with our plans and only wished us good luck that all would come out. I can’t go on naming each person, but all my friends that know you tell me good points about you, so I’m thrilled waiting for you.

How happy I was when you told of your plans to come to Salt Lake to get me: God grant that they may be carried out and bless you for it. I just imagine you back here where we first met, we are wedded and made each other’s forever, and my heart leaps for joy. Then we will be able to be married in the Temple, won’t we? But if for some reason you can’t do this, remember George I’m more than willing to come down there.

Let us just hope for the best and pray for the best. I do believe in prayer and I always remember you in my prayers. I will say good-bye for this time, and send all my love to the dearest boy on earth, you, and remembering you from the folks, Alice

P.S. Thanks for the pictures. They’re in a handy place in my album and I look you up often.  AMP

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