You have been very faithful Dear Heart, and I love you more for it.
Tuesday, February 17, 1931
Tag: baby
Monday, February 16, 1931
I wasn’t kidding you, my darling. I already have those parts back which I told you I wanted plated for Nancy’s buggy. They look real nice. The buggy looks very pretty in daylight.
Thursday, February 12, 1931
Everybody thinks she’s a sweet baby but they can’t think she’s as sweet as we do, can they, Dear?
Tuesday, February 10, 1931
She’s getting along just fine, and I feel the same way, so don’t worry about us, Sweetheart. Be sure to take good care of yourself.
Wednesday, February 4, 1931
Nancy Leigh Dawn was born on this day in Wausau to Mabel & Walter Polzin of West Allis, Wisconsin.
Tuesday, February 3, 1931
Please believe me dear I miss you more than I would miss my right arm. Won’t you please hurry and come back to me? I wish everything would be over with so we could be side by each again. Then our little nest would be complete again.
Monday, February 2, 1931
…the time from now until then will go so fast — it will be here before you realize it.
Sunday, February 1, 1931
I hope nobody gets the wrong impression because we both love each other more than ever, don’t we Sweetheart?
Saturday, January 31, 1931
Let the money matters take care of themselves… it’s better to pay what they ask & not work too hard than working your head off & paying for the “privilege” besides…
Friday, January 30, 1931
I miss you more & more my little darling. Last night I stopped in at the Ford Garage & they have a Radio – there was such sad music that I got the real downright blues. Honest, dear heart I almost had to cry.
Thursday, January 29, 1931
How is my little pal today? Fine I hope. I’m feeling fine too. So if you feel fine & I feel fine then we’re all fine.
Wednesday, January 28, 1931
You ask me how I like cooking – well here’s the low down – I don’t like it much.
Friday, January 16, 1931
I hope Dr. Reist will keep it out of the paper. “Eight months” babies never live, do they? But “seven months” do, I’ve heard. Whatever it is, we’ll be satisfied — other people don’t count anyway.
With a Carload of Love... 