Showing posts with label Mr. Keen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Keen. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

December 7, 1916 - Motoring in a Cadillac

Here is a letter giving detail of some of his work plans. I guess he liked to let her know everything that was going on.




Thursday
My darling,
I have just received your long letter and clippings; and as you know it is unnecessary to make any comments on them.

I have concluded my little journeys for a little while. Last evening Mr. Keen and I went to Winsted 80 or 90 miles from here, motoring in a Cadillac. And would you believe it, when we struck the Berkshires, it was snowing pretty fast? The old fashioned snow storms had arrived; but on our return, found the moon and stars out here in all the nocturnal glory (some splash!).
How delighted I was to hear that you are to be here Sunday. Tonight, over the soup plate (I could say tea-cups, but why should I?) I will ascertain just when you should land here, and will write, so that we can all come back together.

In the meantime, I expect to leave Saturday on the 4:10 as usual; ready for the "Opry".
Regarding Spero's note, I agree with you that our Sundays are pretty well taken up till Christmas, and it would be advisable if you wrote to them to that effect; perhaps add that we might, if we got the chance drop in on them, but a little later would inform them when we'd be able to see them.

"Listen" sweetheart. One of my old fashioned long journeys seems imminent. It has begun to show itself in the last few days. It is very likely that I may have to go to the Canadian borders within a week or ten days. But I'll tell you all about my plans when I see you. It'll be a flying trip, mainly spent in going and coming. And do you know, a little secret, it's been so long since I've been on trains for days at a time, that it seems almost fascinating to just look forward to it. But hardship now will be to think of you in little old New York, waiting, peacefully waiting, for my return.Mother is getting along very well, though she is still in the house, taking very good care of herself.

Do you know, dear, that I feel terribly sorry I couldn't write yesterday, but things came so thick and fast; and really nothing of any consequence either, that just stopped or blocked me from writing.

Clara is alone at the office and has her hands full. Still looking , or rather again looking for a shorthand typer.

With heaps of love from
Your
Joe

The next letter will be on December 11.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

September 25, 1916 - Tempus fugit. Also pigeons.

I have been anxiously awaiting to post this letter. What a classic opening line.
Enjoy the letter.



Monday afternoon,
My darling,

Tempus fugit. Also pigeons. And mayhap as Myra says 'kittas', who wont have 'becksas'.
I spent all morning and part of the afternoon in Court, and have jut written a letter to Dr. Neumann thanking him for his good wishes and accepting an invitation to have dinner with them - you included. Was I correct in this?

Just so that you may feel assured that I've thanked Mr. Kronholtz properly I'm sending you a copy of my letter to him. My how I wish I could properly express my gratitude; but with your influence and inspiration, may, and undoubtedly, will improve.
Shush! I heard my brother talking about getting some samples of Patrician style of Community silverware for us to look over. I don't know how it will materialize, whether you will like it, I mean, but it listens mighty good.

All I've seen today in the line of animals are Collies. What's the idea?
Weren't Saturday and yesterday ideal days? It's pretty cold today, but have hopes of it getting warmer tomorrow.

I expect to leave for New York Wednesday afternoon arriving about 6:06 if that train is on time. I don't like to ask you to trouble yourself to meet me, but it sure would be grand if you did. I arrive at that hour unless you hear to the contrary.
I have several busy nights ahead, and now that the news is spreading, have many pleasant greetings exchanged.

My brother is much pleased, just as I had anticipated. He thinks so much of your mother and sisters too. Well your dad and Abe will simply have to be home next time.
Probably by Wednesday our maps will be in proof form. I almost hate to think what mine will be like. And following out another idea, Mr. Keen asked me just when we were coming to Shelton. What do you think I told him? And this morning my mother asked me why I don't invite you down for a week end. That applies to the rest of the "fambly" too.

I never knew how wonderful life was, before. Last night when I said my prayer, you were the chief concern. The sun seems so warm, the days so pleasant, and the nights so refreshing, that all I want to make it a perfect, complete, and beautiful entirety, is you.
Well, dear, it's getting near six, so must move on.

Your Joe

Letter to the jeweler about Helen's ring.

September 25,1916.

Dear Cousin Sig:

To start with I want to thank you for the exquisite ring that you had made up. By George, I've always admired your taste, but this time, you broke all records and apparently outdid all your previous good work. The ring is certainly a work of art, just as you predicted; and you cannot begin to realize how glad I was not to interject any of my ideas, but to rely entirely upon your judgment.

You know that language was made to conceal thought; else I might be able to properly express my gratitude to you for your kindness. Still, you'd be twice as happy to hear of the fine things Helen is saying about you. As the Good Book said-she quotes-"by their deeds shall ye know them.”
I was very sorry not to be at the phone yesterday when you called, but Charles invited us out for the afternoon, and so missed your call. I am terribly sorry, but will make it up later.

Elbert Hubbard once said that the four sweetest words ever composed that brought the greatest joy to man's soul were these: "Enclosed please find, check.” It shall be my pleasure to sing that harmony to you if you will kindly send the bill, as in my present happiness, I’ve discovered that I did not take a memorandum of the exact amount you stated.
With kindest regards to Cousin Sallie, the children and yourself,

I am
Sincerely 

The next letter will be September 26.