March 24, 1980

Salt Lake City, Utah: March 24, 1930





Dearest George:

Wish I could express myself as well as you, but I can say ditto to everything said. I, too, often think of our plans, and wonder if they were all in vain, or if we were building our future together.  I am glad to hear you still think of me and wish I could put my face to yours and have your dreams (and mine too) come true.

I’m sorry George that I put the first flaw in our friendship.  I have stopped and wondered many times just what caused me to treat my sweetest boyfriend so indifferent, yet I knew right along I would be sorry later, and I am.  Just to read your letter has a joy of its own because it keenly reminds me of you.

Yes, I’m still a church member, attend meetings too.  But attending meetings isn’t all, it’s what we are when we’re away from them, because we’re out more than in meeting.  I’m glad you’re keeping your moral standards high.  Be good like you was when I knew you, and I guess long before that, and you’re admired.

How’s the new manager of the domestic department coming?  Guess you’re pretty well under way.  I went in K.O.B.’s the other day and noticed that it could use you for a short time to put up some trimmings on the 2nd floor.

I’m glad you saved a place in your heart for me, and I am going to slip right in and try and fill my little niche.  I’ve given you part of my heart and it’s the part that can’t be taken back and given to someone else. 

I hope you won’t let me wait a week longer this time, because I look forward to your letters.  But then they are usually worth the wait.

Good night dear, (it’s night right now but maybe not for you) I’ll see what the dream man has for my entertainment tonight.  I hope it’s you, my dear old pal.

Greetings from the folks, and may all be well,

Your loving friend,
Alice
P.S. I’m not up on my French very well.  Please translate & excuse my French.

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