Letter #33

June 16, 1918

Bountiful, Utah

Dear Sweetheart Henry,

It has struck nine o’clock, and as you know, I am just starting to write. I came home on the 8:30 car from Harriet Robinson’s, so you see I haven’t lost very much time. My, but it has been a long day, for I haven’t heard from you since Friday and I’ve got to wait until tomorrow. Oh dear, I hurried home last night from the show thinking perhaps I would get a Saturday letter because I can’t get one on Sunday, but it was disappointing. I’m not blaming you, for I expected too much, but I do so want the message bringing your love, that sometime I think I am selfish, don’t you think, sweetheart?

Uncle Ephe and Aunt Annie have just come for a few minutes, but that don’t matter because they are on the porch and I am in the kitchen all alone except for you, love, for which I know and hope surrounds me. I must go and speak to them, but I won’t leave you for more than a minute. I’m back, love, for I couldn’t leave you for more than half a minute. I was so disappointed for not getting an answer to my Sunday letter. For I wanted to know oh so badly how you feel about something I told you. Well, I hope that precious letter will come tomorrow. After writing yesterday, we went down to Willis Horn Drug Store and got a good supply of stationery.

The Willis Horn Drug Store

This is some of it, how do you like it? I guess you will laugh when I tell you that I bought two pounds of it. Do you think you will get tired of reading my scribbling by then?

Well after that, we went to the show. It was “The Song of Songs.” It was too symbolize ‘love’ so the young girl goes in search of it, but she said it doesn’t come until you never search for it. My, Nana Bryant got three arms full of flowers. The people surely did hate to have them leave. We got out of the show at five to six, so we took the six-car. Oh yes, guess who I saw at the show… Miss Shepherd, your faculty friend, and her sister, for sure. She said she hadn’t heard from you. She is the same, Miss Shepherd. She said there isn’t a boy left down here; sad, isn’t it? Well, she can’t have mine. Miss Shepherd sat just four seats down from me.

My, it seems like a long time on Sunday without you here, and no church, either. I went to a meeting; oh yeah, I didn’t say anything about it. The mutual officers met to see about patriotic programs, and Brother Tolman is trying to get Apostle Stephen L. Richards as speaker. They want it on the 7^th of July. Harriet phoned down here this morning and wanted me to come up and after the meeting. Sister Robinson and I were asked to ride home with Nancy Holbrook and her mother. It was a nice ride, except as usually we had a dust and windstorm, but it passed over soon. Lucy’s baby is getting better. We’re all surely glad, as it has been very, very sick. Aunt Mary and Uncle John were up today. I only saw them on Uncle Jessie’s porch. [Jessie was Violet’s mother’s …Elizabeth Mill’s Evan Wood’s… much younger brother.]

The single girls of the choir are planning to entertain the married ones Friday night. We’re going to meet up at Nancy’s Tuesday night to plan for it. Will tell you about it when I find out. Oh, yes, I was talking to Mable Barlow, Clyde’s mother, Friday night at the party. Clyde said he was with you always after drill and that he had gone to Sunday school every Sunday. She said she had sent you boys a cake and she hoped you enjoyed it. Have you seen any of it? I asked her about Clyde being ‘changed,’ but she knew nothing about it. I am very sorry he deceives his mother so.

Well, I’m back for paper, for Papa just finished his letter and I let him take the pen. Mamma said for me to go to bed, but I told her I must say goodnight to you. Oh, yes, I have just read Papa’s letter to you, and I let him read mine. He has been scribbling to you for a long time. I am trying not going to be blue.

Well, love, I guess you will have enough to read with papers, and letters so I’ll say goodnight, asking God to protect and shield you and bring you back to me. This is my most humble desire.

Ever Your Waiting Sweetheart,

Violet.