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Love Letters
Who doesn't enjoy a good love letter every now and then? This is a sample of a love story from 1909–1913. While we don't have the responses to these letters you can easily see the love, passion and broken hearts through this series.
The Transcription:
NY. Nov. 16, 1912
Dear Miss Hudes,
Hav I deservd this? What has I don to render me unworthy even of a reply?
Sincerely yours,
David Klein
The Transcription:
...that does not emulate from us; but a dull, gray, dismal affair that could not always even hide the stars completely. And just above the northwestern horizon the livid, snaky lightening kept darting about, accompanied only by a long, low, distant rumble—no vigorous thunder—shock that inspires. I sat out among the trees in the dark and became a part of it all. It continued overcast yesterday, but when your kind letter arrived at noon the sun made a wide breach in the clouds. These continued to gather and hide him but every now and then he would show his cheerful face just to remind us that the clouds were of his making and that in due time he would dispel them.
You were younger and happier a few weeks ago then you think you shall be again? Younger yes, but not happier, no, not happier. You deserv great happiness, and shall have it.
You remember the little child I told you of that we are taking care of here? She was leaning beside me while I was reading your letter. She was imprest by your decoration and commented: "a lady, flowers, and music." Didn't you quote to me something about truth coming from the mouths of children? The music she described... [Editor's Note: as Paul Harvey would say, Here's the rest of the story, where the sample above was cut off:] ...as golden. A few minutes ago she came up to me while I was writing and said: "Uncle Dave, I'm angry with you—I'm angry with you for real." Why? "Because you're going to New York." At this very moment she interrupted me: "angry, angry!" You see, she heard me say that I must be in New York tomorrow. If nothing unforseen prevents it I hope to see you tomorrow afternoon. Now don't be ill. You won't be if you make up your mind not to be. For example, when you have a hedache if you say: "I will not have a hedache," and mean it "for real", your hedache will disappear at once. Now don't have occasion to try it.
The Transcription:
The mail leavs here once a day and in slow, so perhaps this note won't get there any sooner than I do.
I am grateful to your mother for her kindness, and I trust your father's condition is not serious.
Hoping to find you all in good-health, I remain, with best regards,
Very sincerely yours, David Klein
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