West Allis, Wis.
My darling sweetheart Mabel:
I’m writing you this letter before supper – it is frying on the stove. I’m having French fried potatoes and eggs. I also sliced an onion in with the potatoes – does that still make them French or are they German? I also bought some apples – 4# – 29¢. I had a little accident happen to me. Some hot lard splashed right square into my eye. It feels pretty good tho now again.
I received your letter today. It seems that it must have been your thoughts sent ahead to me by wireless as I already took the box with some of the things you asked for to the Post Office early this morning. I won’t tell you what I all sent but one thing those two story books are to remain ours so we must bring them back again. Those other two books are for Marie for keeps. You must tell me what you all received in the box so if there’s things short so I can make claim if necessary. I worked after 12 bells last night on that box and I got up at quarter past six this morning to take it to the post office before work. How’s that for service? But my darling you know there isn’t anything too much that I couldn’t or wouldn’t do for you.
How are you feeling dear heart & how is Nancy Lee?
That news about those girls calling on you the other night didn’t surprise me in the least. Sure thing they must have been terribly nosey. But remember dearest they didn’t pass the last day of their life either yet. So how as they know how they’ll fare with their score. Since everybody has heard about it I wonder who did not?
I haven’t told anyone except Clyde & Parker & Mr. Schultz. I didn’t have time to do any broadcasting yet my dearest.
So you had terribly cold weather up there. It was pretty cold here on Monday but today it was like an April day the snow is melting very fast.
The paper hasn’t been delivered at all this week. Mrs. Schultz told me a fellow was here yesterday he wanted to buy a stropper. He sells milk for Fox Golden Guernsey. I wasn’t home he said he’d come again. If he does I’ll find out what they charge for their milk. If it’s cheaper I’ll break off with Gradley.
I’m supposed to help Mrs. Schultz with the books tonight. A heck of a lot of generosity they have – they know I must make my own supper but I’ll take my good natured times about going down. They have their radio playing & the song they just played was Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life. It sounded so good.
“Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life” - "Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life" from Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life by Charles W. Hamp (1928).I’ll be able to eat more bread now – I bought a can of syrup. I like syrup, you know that don’t you dear heart.
I’m sorry that I accepted Clyde’s invite for tomorrow night I guess I can cook just as good as his wife can even though all my meals are “shuffled together.”
Dear heart don’t scold me for my scribbling – I just cannot write good to save my neck. Maybe later on I’ll again hit my stride so I can write better.
My darling I’m planning on coming up a week from Fri or Sat. But that seems so far away yet. Do you ever get lonesome for me my darling sweetheart? This week seems so long to me.
My supper is about done so I’ll sign off. Did you get my letter of Monday with that check? Please tell me if you didn’t yet. Just to make sure it didn’t go astray.
Well my darling, so long – dearest Mabel & Nancy Lee.
From your own Wallie
Best regards to the folks.
With a Carload of Love... 