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.
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.
I hope nobody gets the wrong impression because we both love each other more than ever, don’t we Sweetheart?
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.
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.
You ask me how I like cooking – well here’s the low down – I don’t like it much.
[Dad’s] chest hurts him terribly so tonight I’m going to see that it’s greased with lard & turpentine — your remedy.
I love you so much Wallie, I didn’t realize how much until now. Take good care of yourself — I will too.
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... 