My dearest George:
Sure you’re forgiven for not writing sooner. Even if your pen does go
back on you, I hope I’m keeping a place in your thoughts, which I know I am.
How is everything by now. I suppose you’re plenty busy at the store
with the Christmas rush. It is just the opposite in our office. By the way, did
you get my letter in person or by mail? The bookkeeper, with whom I sent you a
litter on her trip to Cal., hasn’t returned and I’m sure having a grand time,
doing mine and her’s, but it won’t be long and they can have their job and all
that goes with it back.
George I’m sure looking forward to the day I return to you. I feel as
though I’ve been lost and now I’m going back home. It was with you that my
first intention of marrying was planned with. I must say, and I think if you
too tired in vain to forget, but now I’ve found out and know you’re the one and
only one that I want. George I want to thank you for the sweet companion you’ve
been to me. I cherish all letters and other remembrances I have received from
you. I am glad you’re taking me on life’s journey with you, and I’m
going to do my best to help you. As mother says—we’ll have our up’s an down’s
as everybody else but it’s up to us to make the best of it, and with a partner
like you, the journey won’t be rough. Qualities I have always admired in you is
your cleanliness and willingness. With all your other good qualities understood,
and most of all because it is you, the one and only boy I have or could
every really love, I accept your proposal and look forward to the sixth
of February as our wedding day. How sweet to select your parents’ Silver
anniversary as our life’s greatest day. The folks are all with me and are now
planning on that date for me leaving.
Do both of us have to be there to give the three day’s notice? Will
you be able to leave work for a day or so? They better let you off or I’ll feel
all lost in my new home town. Also where will I land, at Berkeley or doesn’t
the train go there direct. I’m sure excited over it all.
Well dear time and paper won’t permit me to keep on going so I’ll say
good night an send all my love, as well as the Season’s Greeting although I’ll
write again before Xmas—Alice
