Letters from Wallie illustrates a beautiful courtship, romance and marriage with wife Mabel via mail by rail from Wausau to Milwaukee in 1930s Wisconsin before and during the Great Depression.
I don’t want to be bold my darling but I feel terribly downcast to be here all alone day in & day out. Won’t you please try & come home to me soon? The meals I’m getting are getting worse everyday I don’t feel like eating anymore. All I ate today all day was bread & coffee. Soon I’ll not even eat that much anymore. It’s no fun like this, my darling. You’ll agree with me, I’m sure.
I’m so glad that those flowers reached you in time for the “big day” – Valentine. Yes sir! the sweetest valentine in the world, and you’re it, dearest.
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.
…the time from now until then will go so fast — it will be here before you realize it.
I hope nobody gets the wrong impression because we both love each other more than ever, don’t we Sweetheart?
We have to order another ton of coal today. Are you still burning wood? This coal we have certainly heats good — better than coke.
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... 