From Gwen’s letter, May 30, 1938:
“Sweetheart, This is Memorial
Day and the biggest memory I have is of you, so I’m going to write you a letter
& in it I send a beautiful bouquet of roses. In the middle is a dark red
one to tell you my love for you is as sincere and as deep as it always has been
and always will be. Then there is a pure white rose to tell you my love for you
is as pure and fresh as a white flower, a yellow rose in the blossoms means you
are the sunshine I’m waiting for. There are also some forget-me-nots and orange
blossoms. Put them altogether and you have a bouquet which says, Darling¸ I
love you with all my heart and I need you here with me before I’ll be truly
happy. . .
“. . . Your last letter was perfect, kid. I’ve
read it over and over again and those handkerchiefs from Scotland were grand.
Thanks so much. . . Now that I have so many handkerchiefs from England,
Ireland, & Scotland, I believe I’ll start a collection of them. Don’t you
think that would be fun?
One of the handkerchiefs Jim sent Gwen from Scotland |
“. . . Kid, if I ever saw a giant in my life it was you
standing by your aunt in Scotland. My goodness you looked like Goliath himself.
My goodness, have you grown or is she just a small woman? Maybe I’ll retract
that offer to beat you in a wrestling match when you come home. I’ll race you
instead, huh?
“. . . I love you with all my heart and I hope I can be
worthy of your sincere love.
Your Sweetheart,
Gwen
May I send lots of XXXXOOOO.”
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