3 10 6624 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ac8b083628a9c0cd1e1b4c4a6d214ae1.jpg afd7164325c158e211db869be7d21557 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to cover of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Compiled in 1998 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4384e1318177896f388d58aa2f1a60d2.jpg dbdf4feaf9100b8860340bc3efc2638b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to cover page of : The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl In Loving Memory of Loraine Roof Crowl Born: September 8, 1931 Died : July 4, 1975 She was a loving, and devoted, wife and mother who is sadly missed by her family and friends. Through these stories, her "legacy", she will live on forever. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2dfd5a630bf80cbf69e56ae78edbee54.jpg 37bcfb807416e171940831d60bf74c65 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to Introduction of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Introduction The following stories were found following my mother’s untimely death in the summer of 1975. When my father was sorting through some papers, he came across a folder and started reading the hand-written pages that he had never seen before. He showed them to all of us children, myself and three older brothers, and each of us read them with our own responses and questions. I have compiled these journals in a book form, so that my mother’s dream of someday becoming an author can finally come true. I also want future generations of our family to know her, and understand our heritage. The original pages will remain with my father. It is my hope that they will be preserved somehow, as the pencil writing is already fading. Throughout the process of reading, re-writing, typing and proofreading these stories, I have learned a great deal about the mother I lost at such a young age of 15. She was only 43 years old, a whole lifetime ahead of her. I have also learned a great deal about myself, and my family, and I have a better understanding of why my memories warm my heart so! These stories are true (except for The Kiss, which turned out to be closer to the truth than she could have imagined, and Little Runt). It is not known when mother wrote them, probably when we were all busy with school and work. Her pencil was her confidant, the paper her tool to sort out her thoughts. It has been twenty-three years since her death. I have always wanted make this a reality and I feel that now is the time. Mother confided to me, once, that her fantasy was always to become a writer.......... this is my way of making at least one of her fantasies come true. In loving memory of my mother, Loraine Roof Crowl, for my Father, Brothers, nieces and nephew, and all those who knew her, and loved her, as much as we did. by KAREN SUSAN CROWL BENNETT 1998 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b851717219ddf8cc247d4a4be26ec5f8.jpg 67f2b340ed0a7e234b2ce7814734686b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 2 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter One CHILDHOOD MEMORIES “Once upon a time”, “Far, far away’, and “Long, long ago’, were the beginning phrases of books and stories I loved as a child. I was a lucky child, in that not only did I have a grandmother and a grandfather, I had two of each; and not only was one grandparent’s home particularly a fun place to visit, I was fortunate in actually getting to live with them for a long period of time. Sun-filled, warm summer days that stretched into very long days. Fall days filled with the tangy odor of burning leaves. Picking the last of the garden before the first freeze. Winter days before the coal heating stove, that meant carrying in coal, carrying out ashes, freezing (it seemed so in the mornings) while Grandpa stoked the stove and got it going again. Cookies on Saturday morning, (only Saturday was baking day). The cookies lasted all week. A pie or cake for Sunday dinner; other day’s desserts would be home-canned fruit or pudding, sometimes Jell-O if it was cold enough, and there would be enough ice in the ice box. Thanksgiving, and Christmas shopping and gift wrapping; certain drawers not to peek in. Finally, Christmas Eve itself, with my parents, brothers and sisters, and sometimes an aunt and uncle and cousins. Finally, we could put the tree up. Stockings to hang and early to bed; and the next morning, creeping down the stairs barefoot in the ice-cold. No one beat us up to stoke the stove and get it going! Stockings could be opened, but everything else had to wait until after breakfast. It was always amazing how long oatmeal took to cook; the table to be set, and cleared, and the dishes washed! The turkey to be put in the oven, the pudding put on to steam. Honestly, if the grown-ups could have thought of one more thing to prolong the presents they would have! Finally, everyone was assembled in favorite chairs and the gifts were passed out. A toy, or game, or doll. Some coloring books and new crayons, writing paper, paper dolls. Clothes perhaps. Nothing too frivolous, there were five of us children, and sometimes, some years, a book that started “Once upon a time”, or “Long, long ago”. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1711bdd47d4600ce259f9eb4db370f29.jpg 19516bb86a777fbd452fedcf596fc7c2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 3 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl I can't remember learning to read. I can remember learning some words lying on the floor at the side of the stove. Reading the “funnies”, the etiquette books, a History of the Civil War. Sunbury had no library then as now. Borrowed books were from Delaware, or Westerville, were “re-lent” by neighbors. The “Bobbsey Twins” were the best to read, until, finally, I was old enough to go to school, and then the County Library brought books on a rotating basis. Sunday afternoons in the long winter months were such short days. Bedtime was “at dark”, and it got dark early on the short winter nights, And, then, magically it seemed, winter disappeared and the tulip leaves peeked out through the ground, the narcissus, the forsythia; beloved Easter came and went. The cherry trees bloomed, the plum, the pear, and another year turned into long, lazy summer days. Looking back at this perfect time, where our family was altogether, before the Second World War started, and my brother, and all my cousins, went to war, when all four of my grandparents were alive, and there was nothing except a Depression to worry about, or trying to convince Grandma I needed a dog - I never got one, or even a cat (finally a cat came to stay in the barn) - it seemed a book was always my friend. Reading in the easy chair, in the living room, or in front of the attic window when | surveyed “my world” and read of many worlds. I didn’t know how perfect my little world was until it started to disintegrate, piece by piece. First, my cousins went into the army, then my brother; and then, during a visit to Aunt Ruth’s house, my grandfather died. The sad trip home, the cousins who managed to get home on leave, my brother who didn’t. Strange relatives came to visit, to sit and talk. Nowhere was there a place of solitude to cry for that which I would always miss, and would only realize years later how very much. If, during anytime of the year to lose a loved one, maybe summer is the best time, while life is growing all around you, and everything is green and beautiful, if the sun shines and one can be outside in the morning, barefoot, to run over the “fairy patches”. If anytime to lose at death - the sudden loss, the absolute horror of it, and the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fdef50db5ce37eee54e37344c61bc9a5.jpg 5eaa47b757da2ab6a5fabbf9e2f29939 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 4 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl following loneliness, then perhaps summer is the time, although never again was summer ever the same. That winter, my other grandfather was killed in an accident; the following spring, my Grandmother Roof died of a heart attack, and, when summer came again, the magic was gone... http://66.213.124.233/files/original/60ad14ae7ff9d585d5661b7c8fec756d.jpg 3792272f14c2882da2dca0ee0b7d30ef Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts : The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 5 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Two HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jennifer lay on the side of the bed with her little daughter. While Susan closed her eyes, finally, and succumbed to the land of dreams, Jennifer’s eyes remained open. Not the thinking kind of wakefulness, but the deep, pondering kind of alertness that creeps up on one’s self at unexplained moments. The day of the year had arrived that she had been dreading for months. The first birthday of her grandmother since her death months before; if she had lived, she would have been ninety-seven. Ninety-seven is such and old, old age, and yet Grandma had been younger the previous year at ninety-six then she had been at ninety, and even back as far as Jennifer could remember, for all her thirty-one years. Grandma had been sixty- five then, she thought. Sixty-five when she had come to live with her at the time of a serious illness on the part of her mother. The years -- summers, falls, winters, and springs, stretched back through her mind. She could remember playing with the little china dolls, the “Quints”, who had been born on her grandfather's birthday. She could remember pushing her doll buggy up and down the sidewalk in the front of the house, the roller skating for hours-on-end with the little girl up the street, and, on rainy days, there was the attic with trunks, and books, and the small, low window that overlooked the whole world! The 4-H meetings and the sewing, and cooking, that Grandma had done for her -- dresses, coats, sometimes made- over from something that still had “good left in it” because those were the Depression years, and they were on a pension. The box, a whole box, of doll clothes one year for Christmas. Christmas! Christmas with the tree that always touched the ceiling, with the lights that had to have all good bulbs or the string didn’t work. During the war years, they found that a piece of tin foil from a gum wrapper would fill in for a bulb -- “It’s a wonder we didn't burn the house down,” she thought. Remembering the Christmas’ past was too much, and sobs started. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/71825096c27c4207954ebd978c49c60d.jpg 0d1f0ca96cce0969cce64858f6324913 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 6 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl “Why now,” she thought, “why can’t I see her face when all these months I’ve tried and tried? Why can I hear her voice and yet she doesn’t speak? Will I always have this feeling of guilt when I think of her, and the way I felt?” Thinking led her to try to find a justification of the way she had felt. With four children under ten, one a newborn baby, she surely had not had too much extra time to devote to her grandmother’s care. Except when she had been sick that one time. Jen had managed to take her to church, but the tears began again when she thought of the many times she had not sat with her, but rather in the back of the church, leaving Grandma to sit with neighbors and friends. “Even that last Sunday, before she had gone to Aunt Ruth’s,” she thought, “I didn’t even go then.” In her mind’s eye, Jen could see Grandma walking up the aisle of the church with ten-year old Jerry at her side, to the pew where she had sat for so many years. Grandma talked in church, not too quietly either, when she wanted to know who the young couple in front of her was, or whose baby was crying in the rear of the church. In a small community maybe such things didn’t bother the rest of the congregation, but for some reason, still unknown, they bothered Jen. The words of the minister who had preached Grandma’s funeral came back to her, “Like the old oak tree, magnificent and old,” and the way he compared Grandma to the old oak tree, Jen’s thoughts continued, “the minister had been one of the very few requests the family knew about. I wonder how many requests she wanted to make and didn’t. Why, why, why?” Then, the thought came to her that perhaps Jen wouldn’t have heard if she had asked, that maybe she had asked and Jen was too busy to hear. Maybe the times, the car was in the drive, but Jen was so busy with PTA, church circles, club meetings, and such, maybe Grandma had wanted to ask and was afraid she wouldn’t be heard. “Oh, dear God,” she thought, “did she ask? Did she ask, why didn’t I hear? She had all the comforts of home; she lived here, in this house that she and Grandpa had bought some sixty years before. Why, the house must be one hundred years old at least! She had some of her furniture around her; the rest was in the attic,” Jen thought, and she pictured the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/726cb7ba536fa61afdc975bcfb21fc65.jpg 7d276a2b3757d9cbf112fa8169e23c35 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl attic that had been the scene of so many happy childhood hours. “Not much room there now," she thought. Grandma had had a birthday blouse and a Christmas slip, and, once in a while she bought a new pair of hose, and enough stationary to write that weekly letter to her daughter. Above this, Grandma had nothing! “Nothing except what we gave her perhaps,” Jen thought, “perhaps she thought she didn’t even have our love. I don’t remember telling her for so long, how much I loved her. Oh, how I wish I could tell her now, how I wish I could say ‘Happy Birthday Grandma. I love you!’, but I can’t.” The times that Jen had been brusque with her Grandma came back to her, and such a terrible wave of remorse and shame swept over her. Most of the community had praised Jen, had told her what a devoted granddaughter she was, and had been, of how much joy she had given her grandmother -- the words echoing through her mind sounded so hollow. “The outward appearance we show others”, she thought, “to cover our own shortcomings and guilt!” In all honesty, Jen could not remember a single time she had been mean, or had ignored her needs. Rather, her sins had been of omission, if sins they were. She had kissed her good-night, but could not recall when she had told her she loved her. She had baked her favorite desserts, pies and cookies, but had never been overly joyful while doing them. Never delighted to be doing something, no matter how small or trivial, for someone who had done so much for her. The four years Jen and her family had lived here, there was always a sense of tomorrow, never of yesterday. Jen lay on the bed for a long time, now wide awake, watching little Susan sleep, thinking of how Susan’s great-grandmother had loved her, how much she had loved the boys, had loved Jen and Jen’s husband, but she couldn’t think of a single time that the word love was mentioned between herself and Gran, or the children. “Doug told her,” she thought, “six year-old Doug, her pet, told her.” He did, in fact, still cry himself to sleep at night, even now, ten months later, missing the one person whom he thinks loved him more than anyone else can ever love him. “How do we explain to Doug, how to tell http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d704e56c33ae2964753723c007a165f7.jpg c64a68f2bc773a9c38bbb0fe6c57aef7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 him so he can understand, how to reason with this inconsolable grief, with his heart- breaking sobs, that he loved her and why couldn’t he have her back? Just for a little while!” “I don’t know Doug,” she said silently to herself, “why can’t we have her back, just for a while?” Jen wiped the tears from her eyes, looked out the window at the bright, October sun, one of those rare days in the fall of the year, when the world is all golden. With crunchy leaves, and sunshine filtering through the leaves still on the trees, with the softest of breezes, with the scent of burning leaves still in the air. “Last year, on this day, we had a party for Grandma,” she thought, “last year she was ninety-six; she'll never be one- hundred now, there will be no more celebrations with the relatives and friends, no more’ flowers.” Last year she lay here in this very room, in her casket. The room was filled to overflowing with flowers; the church, where Gran had been so faithful, was filled with people, even though it was a rainy, winter day. “Uncle Lester said, “Blessed is the corpse the rain falls on,” she thought, “and I’ve only taken flowers once. I've never had the time.” And then she thought, “That's the only thing I do have -- Time!” Jen very quietly raised up, careful not to disturb Susan. She went out in the bright, warm, golden sunshine of October, and picked a bouquet of flowers; late blooming summer flowers that had escaped the frost, and glorious mums. The flowers were late that year. One whole year! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/608f3adf650ffdbd7537a0883ae05e0c.jpg a3cef72672176df55b80af09403c113c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Three MY “OUTSIDE INTEREST” Do you need an outside interest? “Yes”, say all the magazine experts. I know, because I’ve read this over and over. “Don’t allow yourself to become dull, unattractive, boring, all you need is an outside interest to make yourself more desirable to your husband, more loving to your children, more anything.” Including weary and exhausted! Anyway, after reading this for the umpteenth time, I decided maybe I did. So, I looked around the living room, at the comparative cleanliness, or neatness, considering the fact that school will be dismissed in forty-five minutes, this condition won’t last long. I’m not even looking at the doorway that goes into the downstairs bedroom - sewing room, den, catch-all room. One of the things about this particular room is the fact that it has a door. What Fibber McGee could put in this closet couldn’t begin to compare with the things that find their way into this room. So, if I want to say the living room is clean, don’t doubt it for a minute! You should see how it looks most of the time (no, on second thought, you shouldn’t see it then either!). To get back to my outside interest. First of all, you should know, I have four children. These are three boys, who are older and more babyish than the baby, who is a “her”, and is a very grown-up two year-old. Any mother could tell you that boys who are eleven and nine, aren’t really eleven and nine. They are somewhere between five and fifty, depending, of course, upon one’s actual age, because they always know more than their parents, and we're in our early thirty’s! So, they are between five and fifty depending! Now, our six year-old is six. There’s something so reassuring about a six year- old, who hasn’t yet started to school, and, so, for the time being, is a c-h-i-l-d. When school starts in the Fall, he will be a b-o-y, and soon will be eligible for the “5-50 club”, that all boys belong to. He will learn such interesting things - that mothers must not go into the bathroom for any reason (like rescuing two year-old sisters from the tub) if he’s in there; he'll learn that little boys go to the little boys room, and not to the ladies room http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fe7a0efbc714781b8f3fda188c680a8c.jpg d1496cf41751111a9232b88b64f123aa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl with mother, The little five year-old next door is going to be so lonesome, because he will be the only pre-schooler left on the block, except of course for our two vear-old, Susie, who is a g-i-r-l. However, this morning he actually let Susie hug him, and then he said, “Mrs. C., she likes me!”’, so maybe he won't be so lonesome as we think. But, to get back to some of the aspects of the six year-old’s further education. He'll learn that the good fairy doesn’t really bring a dime for those teeth that come out, He'll learn to pull these loose teeth himself - preferably in school with twenty-five, or thirty, admiring pupils, and one rather bored teacher, rather than at home with no one ‘except Mother, (who has been through this before and can’t even be bored about it!), and two big brothers, who would probably like to pull it for him, and are bound to “egg” him on - to see if will bleed much I suppose - and Susie would probably be his most interested spectator, except that she will try and try to pull hers, and then be quite dismayed when they won't even wiggle! He’ll also learn that there really isn’t a Santa Claus, but on the 23rd of December, he’ll remind you that he didn’t write a letter, and “Is there still time?"; just in case you see. “And you must be sure to leave a treat for Santa and his nine reindeer.” Nine? “Did you forget to count Rudolph?” So far he won’t be at the sadistic stage and leave things like “mustard sandwiches”. That will come later - probably about the time Susie is four, or five, and quite shocked about the whole thing! But, most of all, he will learn the facts of life. Not the facts of life that we know as parents, or the facts that we’ve told him by the book, but the f-a-c-t-s as told by the first, or second, grade authority on such subjects. Every class has one, or more, so his education won’t be neglected. For the time being, he’s a little innocent, so to speak, and there are still three and one-half months left in this term. All things being relative, you know, so maybe I will have time to pursue an “outside interest”. At least for three and one-half months! I think there is something close to heavenly about two year-olds. They are big enough to need a great big hug, strong enough so they won’t break under such a hug, and sweet enough to deserve such a hug on fairly numerous occasions. Of all two year-olds, and after all, there are only two kinds - boys and girls - at least at our house that’s all we http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dbbb1ad71b82b15cc3c5c32b83b04cd6.jpg dd632b7fc190fccc62b2b60521dec795 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl count: the cat is a year old, the dog is six, of course the members of the club, "5-50" that is, will tell you the cat is really eight?, the dog is (?), because, "don't you remember mother, they don't count years like we do!" I always leave this to the club members to figure out because they wouldn't believe me anyway, and the six-year-old will only ask, "Why?", and I won't have time to answer if I'm going to pursue that "outside interest." Anyway, to get back to the two year-olds. I think the little girls are the sweetest. Boys are sweet, but there is always an imp in the eye when they give you a hug and kiss, but a little girl looks so angelic. Maybe we just think so after the experiences of three boys first. Our "fine sons. I'm quoting the doctor here, after three times of hearing "Mrs. C, you have a fine baby boy!", now really , could you blame me for not believing him when he said, "What did you want Mrs. C.?", (for thirty-six months I told him I wanted a girl), "You have a fine baby girl.", so I said, "No, I think it's another boy." "Now Mrs. C., would I tell you a story?" Well, I looked around, rather bewildered I suppose and considering the fact with glasses my vision is still not 20/20, and who wears glasses in the delivery room? - and said, "No, I don't think you'd fib, but are you sure?" Naive, wasn't I? So, he picked up little Susie by her heels, and told me to look for myself. Well, even with such poor vision and Susie being upside down, she definitely didn't resemble her brothers, so I believed him. After the second look (this time she was all wrapped up in a blanket, and I had my glasses on), I told the nurses to take real good care of her. I was sure I wouldn't be that lucky again, and after you hit the jackpot once, it is really pretty silly to try again. Besides, not only did she not resemble her brothers before being wrapped in the blanket, she didn't resemble them much wrapped up either. She had a deep crease on the bridge of her nose, and her poor little nose was spread flat, and half way across her face. She must have lain on it for all those months! And , if she had had a feather in all that black hair, she could have passed for a "red-skin" any time. The thought did cross my mind that the kids could play Cowboys and Indians now, in earnest. Where the boys had all been little picture babies, plump and eight pounds fair, and just the right amount of hair, she was a mere seven pound, six http://66.213.124.233/files/original/42dde8722ce911a54e518ccd2ef4d40a.jpg 2bfea44a54e642742c30f30d80e1ae59 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl ounce baby. She had the longest feet, and the scrawniest arms, and legs, and I couldn't help but think, "Well thank the Lord, it's a girl. At least we'd love her for being a she!" I shocked my husband with that remark, the nurses told him that her nose would be perfectly all right. He didn't think she was so scrawny, after all those few ounces did make a lot of difference, and if I didn't appreciate her, at least he did! Flat nose and all! We were very careful not to have any pictures taken of her until she was six weeks old, and then with a frilly bonnet, no one could see her nose very plainly anyway, everyone was too polite to mention it, and besides, she was such a good baby , and "Weren't you lucky, and on the fourth try!" We always shook our heads agreeably, beamed with parental pride at the praise of our littlest one, while trying to break up a fight between the two older ones, who were seven and nine, and all the while trying to create a feeling of goodwill toward our four year-old so he wouldn't be j-e-a-l-o-u-s of the new baby. As I look at her now, she has made remarkable progress since then. At two years and five days, she has a very interesting nose (like her mother), hazel eyes with brown and green specks (like her mother), straight, brown hair, and not much of it (like her mother), and everyone, but everyone agrees she's the image of her father! She can only say twenty-five words, but she can talk for an hour in church! Not only talk, she sings and patty-cakes, and directs the choir: she even, heaven forbid, does her version of the twist, and it is a pretty good version too - except - at church? But, as long as I sit in the back pew, maybe only half the people see her, and then they should be listening to the sermon anyway! We live a in a small community. Now, thirty, or forty-thousand more people know what I mean when I say, small community. There couldn't be too many more people than that that live in one, and it takes a person who lives in one to know just what I mean. It is nice to live in a small community, to know everyone except the last few families who have moved into town, and maybe we won't always be such a small community after all. Nice to not have to pack lunches, but have the kids walk the block, or two, to school and home for lunch. Nice to have your hubby come home for lunch too. Even if the the lunch hour at school is staggered so the second grader gets home at 11:15, the fourth grader at http://66.213.124.233/files/original/17fae0ace08be3981b722de31f218911.jpg f3680d624e2289cf73bd919ca9d2fcc8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl 11:30 and hubby dear anytime at all, just anytime at all! Somewhere along the line. I began to feel like a short order cook. Now, if I could just figure out how to feed them all the menu, keep it hot, ad infinitum, and exotic, like baked potatoes, steak, shrimp cocktail, etc., etc., etc., because after all , he "could pack peanut butter sandwiches", etc. etc., etc. I console myself with the fact that after today, there will only be seven more days of this routine, and then!, then I can have a big, noon-time meal. I'll do the baking in the morning, we'll eat punctually at 12:05 everyday, all summer (and he had jolly well better be here too!) the table will be a work of art, fresh flowers, and all, every day! The wash will be on the line for hours, in fact, it may even dry! All the housework will be completed (beds will be made!). And, after this leisurely 12:05 dinner. I say leisurely because did you ever watch members of the club (5-50) eat? It may be leisurely and then again, it may not. However, Daddy only has half an hour so we will have ample time., I'm sure, to practice the rudiments of "proper table manners". Then, after the repast, while the nine year-old stacks the dishes (ahem!), the eleven year-old washes the dishes (ahem, ahem!). Mother will have oodles of time (five minutes) to rest from the hectic morning (and it will be hectic I'm sure), before we will all leave for the pool. Speaking of the pool, I should get quite a tan this Summer, as little Susie will demand, and I do mean demand, full attention this year. For some reason, children think the big pool is the same depth as the wading pool, and invariably walk right in the eleven foot depth, if someone doesn't tag along every second. I guess I won't even need a new suit, the old one will do it I don't get wet, and doesn't look like I'll be getting wet! Where was I? Oh, yes, my "outside interest". My outside interest last year concerned getting over an attack of arthritis. So, the flower beds didn't get weeded, I only canned seventy-five quarts of string beans, instead of one-hundred. Our corn blew over, and then down, and the coons got into it, so I didn't have much for the freezer. We didn't have very nice strawberries, so I did make a lot of jam. By staying up till mid night several evenings. I did get Mother-daughter dresses made for the occasion of our family reunion. Of course, my cousin's wife helped some by sewing the buttons on Susie's http://66.213.124.233/files/original/68dfebb0a0568a3903cae205f6ca236a.jpg 4c684ee494cecdcc8be23c5558b3a53b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl dress for me as we were dressing to go to the reunion. Considering, though I think I did pretty well! I feel sorry, I really do, for people who've never lived in a small community. By small, I mean around one-thousand to fifteen hundred people - not including dogs and cats as some smart -aleck, city slicker will say. There is a sense of security, you know about living in a house that my grandparents bought fifty to sixty years ago. However, I don't believe I'd go so far as to say it is comforting. What it lacks in comfort, it makes up in charm, and quaintness, and believe me, until last Fall, it lacked a lot of comfort. Since then, we've torn up the "path" and the house has become much more modern. It'll take a small town reader to understand where the "path" went, and also to appreciate how wonderful it is to have a bath. This was our big project last Fall (but I can't call it an outside interest", can I?) My husband and I did all the work ourselves. He'll probably tell you he did it, but then being a man, he doesn't know any better. Granted, he tore out the existing wall, he did it with an ax, but who cleaned up all that mess? The kids and I, working until midnight, that's who! Whom? Granted, he built the new partition, using the salvaged 2 x 4's that had been in the old partition, that had been added thirty to forty years ago, and they were economy minded then too! So, it wasn't his fault if the wall isn't just exactly true, is it? Granted, he did all the plumbing, and and he did a good job of that - every time! You see we had a very cold winter, and the pipes froze, and he had to thaw them out with a blow torch and re-solder them. But, think of the plumbing bills we saved, and after all, these modern conveniences do require a certain amount of pampering. We didn't have that trouble, of course, with the "path", but, as I said, it was a mighty cold winter, and that kind of "outside interest" we can do without , thank you! Granted, he did all the finishing things, like putting up the plaster board, or dry- wall as we professionals call it, but who held the end of those big sheets? And then, I did all the rest of the work, like spackling, and hanging the wallpaper, and painting the woodwork. Mine shows! And it looks nice if I do say so myself, and I have to as no one else does! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c83a5535c5f50aeabd5c4ae011c679d0.jpg 33e94ff1f906c3c799a9eb90a4f3603c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl The things that a small-town wife has to learn to do! Wallpapering, sewing, taking care of a garden, canning and freezing the surplus and, in between, there is the PTA, the Women's Society of the church, the Church Circles, which must be supported by attendance and volunteer labor. Then, there is bowling and the Fraternal Orders, but the biggest volunteer group of all in a small town is the Fire Department. In our town, they are a select group of hard-working, young men! My husband would miss anything, I think, except a firemen's meeting, or a fire! It must be difficult being a city fireman, and getting PAID for your services! Think where the thrill would be if you were at the firehouse when the calls came in, and you didn't have a siren to blow. We only live two and one-half blocks from the fire department, and, if he isn't there when the siren stops, and it only blows three minutes, it's very upsetting! And of course, a volunteer must be ready to serve at a moment's notice, come all the proverbial things usually attributed to the Post Office department. they do an excellent job though and we are quite proud of them! If that siren just wouldn't blow as we are sitting down to eat one of those leisurely meals I was telling you about! Well, you can see, with all these activities, something is missing from my life, and it must be an outside activity - it has to be because I just glanced at another magazine, and it reminded me. Maybe during this coming summer I will take up painting in my spare time, or how about writing? I can't think of anything else that I could do. Postlude: The summer's half gone, and it's as good a time as any to sit down and evaluate my projects - my "outside interests". So far, I haven't gotten outside the house, honestly! Except to plant the garden (you see, I didn't have a baby this year and so it was my turn to plant the garden. thoughtful, isn't he! ) I have hoed the garden, and oh, those gorgeous flower beds I planned last May, in reality turned out to be three envelopes of seeds and I have been having zinnias as centerpieces for those leisurely, elegant, half-hour dinners at 12:05. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/51b1c79bf9e9635ae6f0761d2a1fc080.jpg 482a1c7abbef13f92642d2d002ad4a20 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl However, at last count, most of them are coming at 12:30, 1:30, or even as late as 2:30, and let me tell you, it is no small trick keeping those steaks, mashed potatoes, etc., etc., etc., warm until 2:30. Every once in awhile, I've been throwing in a few peanut butter sandwiches, just to keep in practice you know. I do get "outside" to hang up the wash, because so far, we've had a beautiful summer, and I need to exercise. I do get to pick the green sting beans, and yellow wax beans, and the golden ears of corn, and the peppers - that were supposed to go with tomatoes into homemade ketchup. Only, so far, we've had dozens of peppers, and the tomatoes won't be ripe for another two weeks. I have gotten outside to go swimming at least four times in the past six weeks, but so far, I really haven't needed that new suit as I really haven't gotten wet. One thing I forgot to take into account last Spring was Little League Baseball. Unfortunately, this has been my first encounter with organized sport activities for the younger set. I started off with a bang to make up for it, with a player on one team, and a husband coaching another team. So, instead of one practice night and two games a week, we have two practice nights, not the same night of course, and four games a week, except for the very few times when they play each other's teams. And, of course, they only play on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, but lest your arithmetic and mine doesn't agree, let me add that to compensate for the fact that they only play certain evenings, and have too many games, some of these games are held at another park, (about three miles distant), and, since Dad is a coach and has to lug equipment around, Mother can walk. I thought the exercise would do me good, and since the mothers sponsor a refreshment stand, because they play two games a night, one should really support such a worthwhile cause, shouldn't one? Need I say more?! With the Summer's passing, the two year-old is getting older, of course, she can say twenty-eight words now, instead of twenty-five. Her new words are "home", only she says "no home", shaking her head contrary wise to indicate she doesn't wish to go there, "fish", (we are going to take a fishing trip to Canada and I'll bet that will be full of interesting activities, outside and otherwise), and "choo-choo". She's even learned to http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5a51c6f934e2288a167e51f3c3d02fec.jpg bf347aa14cbfd1b8d4cfb920995e5059 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl open the kitchen door so she can see it better and never wants to miss a single train. Not even the 9:55 PM one! She has almost enough hair for two little pigtails, and is quite a water-dog , which is the reason I never get a chance to get in the pool myself! The six year-old is gradually losing his innocence and is getting taller. With only three swimming lesson, he'd learned enough to dive for the "pennies" at the local water show, and came up with the "lucky silver dollar". Much to his brother's chagrin, but who do you think was the most proud?! The nine and eleven year-old boys have progressed even further into the 5-50 club, with the advent of Little League, as it seems to be not vaguely related to the softball we played in High School, lo, those many years ago. I'm sure you all know the line, it goes, "But Mother," and "You didn't Have TV?" All the painting I have done so far has consisted of the woodwork in the upstairs bedroom, which "No. 1" son so eagerly tackled. Now, I will have to paint the floors again to cover up the white spots (or else drip a few more and dare anyone to criticize my home decorating talents!) The sewing is still in the box. The dresses I cut out in March, for little Susie, are still pinned to the pattern. However, I did find the best bargain in the shopping center last week when I was shopping for school clothes, and so, I got ten yards of denim, and three different pieces of dark-tone cottons, which will be so practical for Fall you know I will get at them soon, as soon as I have time. Oh, yes! the cat was a "she" and blessed us with three darling little kittens. When I called the next door neighbor over to show her, she noticed how much the black and white one resembled her cat, which of course just happened to be a "him". Maybe we can give her all the kittens???? Too bad it's been such a dull summer! After our seven hundred each way, trip next month, with all the kids, to the fishing paradise of Canada (his words and he's been there three times without me). I'm sure that I will have something interesting to discuss at our next club meeting. Of course, I realize some people have camping trailers, or even station wagons, but our family enjoys (?) roughing it. So, leaving the cat, and her family, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4f2d073ad37a23a960b4d7e5adcba3e1.jpg 2cc7cb5f924e3b186e35af95a16fcf9d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl and dog at home, we will jump into our late, very late - or is it early - model four-door sedan and take-off. Of course, it's pretty full with just four children to the back seat and the trunk is full of very necessary tools, for what I don't know, but we should be able to squeeze in a few items like: a week's supply of food - it's too far to the store and there aren't too many supermarkets I take it - three, our four suitcases should do us (he took the biggest one last year when he went by himself so if I share with him, the kids can share one, or two, so maybe we can get by with only three, life preservers for the kids (I'm not going out in the boat anyway, and Daddy wouldn't dream of falling in anyway). Blankets - it can get cold up there in the North Country. Of course, thirty-two degrees isn't too cold here in the "tropical Midwest"! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/066b5d4e33f27781f2e3b10dec8b641b.jpg 62c1ede7608ef8432f76c6163bdb7e3d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Four IN-BETWEEN DAYS Today is one of those "in-between" days. In-between winter and spring - with patches of snow and overcast skies promising rain, yet with a few spots of blue that may mean sunshine. The crocuses are blooming, the jonquils are in bud, and the grass looks green on the southern slopes and banks. One of those "in-between" days. Today I feel sort of "in-between" too. In-between the days when my children were young - toddlers - first graders and non-teenagers, yet still not grown, and the days to come when they will be young men and woman,with the problems of adult-hood still before them. Decisions of life work, life partners, life still ahead of them. I'm forced to realize that by the insuing statistics, my life is half finished, so as the optimist puts it, half begun! I think I feel more half finished than half begun though. A few weeks ago, I lost my father. Why is it supposed to be kinder to say he's lost than he's dead? I know to say he's dead has a terrible finality about it, but not as final sounding to me as the words, "She's lost her father". I would think, as Christians, we could not say we've "lost" someone. If we believe in the resurrection, we believe we will meet again, that someday we will all be together. Unless the God above is one of revengefulness - casting souls into the fiery depths for infractions of rules, saving only those passive, good souls who, like sheep, obey without questioning, who bleat out, "It's not my job! Not my responsibility, my task, my fault! It's your job , your responsibility, etc., etc., etc.". Does God sit on a majestic throne, judging everyone- separating the sheep from the goats, the grain from the clef? I wish I knew. Which was my father? Which is my husband? Which were my children? I refuse to accept the theory (how strange it looks written - like a willful child stamping her foot, refusing) that families will be separated for all eternity because of infractions of rules! How can God do this? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/07656387b687d9ab373351d0f67b3f03.jpg 50d4f8cd4ec39b8dbe717f688d56cfcf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl If God is a Heavenly Father concerned over the children he has populated the world with how can he bear to be separated with one of these souls? How could he say, "Get thee away I never knew thee!" ? How could he bear the pain of it? As a parent, I could think of nothing that any child could do that would make me feel this way. That sounds like a bold, harsh statement; but I believe I mean it. There are things they might do that I'm sure would break my heart, but I could not imagine casting them out - throwing their lives away as if they had never lived. And, what about the worth of man over a swallow or the lilies of the field? I wish I knew God better. I feel I do know him. Does that sound egotistical? You see, I believe lots of things really. It does sound a little mad - especially in the day and age of space flights, submarines, heart transplant, TV, and all the other scientific research. It almost sound unfathomable that people could still believe in Jesus of Nazareth, a carpenter's son who walked the dusty path of Israel two-thousand years ago! Could still believe the precepts he taught could, or do have bearing on our lives today, with all the insight we supposedly have. Maybe we neglect to take his life out of context. Maybe we neglect to be like one of ESOP's Fables, of one of the Grimm Brothers' fairy tales. maybe we should update the story. I find it hard to picture modern day performers in Jesus' parables. Maybe I'm speaking heretical, I don't know. Surely questions of the soul are no more sacred, or forbidden than considering heart transplants, kidney machines, brain surgery, plastic surgery, or whatever. Which, if not all, of the doomed political leaders today, in 1968, with the prestige of family fortunes behind them, could better play the part of the rich, young leader who wanted to be a disciple of Jesus, but could not pay the price of giving up his wealth and following him. Which of our fine white brothers would be anxious to have a Good Samaritan Negro, Mexican, Puerto Rican, minister to our wounds, load us in a Cadillac, and transport us to the nearest hospital and pay the going rate of those institutions for our http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa3c30ee445041145aa51345c9e57f0e.jpg 17d82a7931bab2bfd92afea0cd8443a1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl care? Or, reverse the procedure if the reader would be one of the Negro, Mexican, Puerto Rican clan. Maybe this is why the Gospel seems to be losing in its impact on the people of today. The other characters of Jesus' time, his best friend - dead in the tomb - Jesus calling him forth, the woman who had touched his robes and became well, the lame, the blind, all these we have with us today. How do we minister to them? The "Great Society" has undertaken a project of anti-poverty. Perhaps they should remember Jesus' admonition, "The poor you have with you always". Perhaps he was talking only of those particular "poor folk", but certainly we have always had the poor, the shirtless, the uneducated, the unprincipled, the welfare cases. I'm reminded of a quote from years ago, when head lice in small communities was rather a prominent thing - "It's no disgrace to have head lice, only in keeping them!"; there should be a lesson in this for welfare recipients. As I said, it's one of those "in-between" days; weather wise, spiritually, physically. I'm either half finished with life, or half begun. It's too late already, for lots of things. To go to college, to have a career (other than homemaker and mother - I'm not sure I've done too hot a job with that one!), to be a ravishing beauty, to be one of the "jet set", one of the group - a Hippie. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5e7a589b69b7e81881c135c37575ec1d.jpg 61865db44e396434e97dcf353de395d2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Five A LETTER TO MR. BISHOP Note: the letter was found among the journals contained in this book. It is not known whether this handwritten copy is a rough draft, or the original. I have included it in this book because it contains information as to the background of family members, and feelings that I feel are important to understand just who Loraine Crowl was. Dear Mr. Bishop, Along with thousands of people, I caught my breath when I read the account you had written about your father's death. I've followed your articles each day they've appeared. The characters in your little story are so true-to-life. One can almost see them. And, you've made tears come to my eyes more than once. Today, when you spoke of the condolences you've received, the same words used over and over again, the cards from friends, and the fact that no tear had come for you this time, brought back very clearly my father's death, less than a year ago. My dad was the constant story-teller. He had a droll sense of humor at times, but told some back-slapping stories, of his many escapes as a child. He grew up in a small town, and surrounding countryside in Ohio. The pictures in the old photo album show him beside his brother's touring car, surrounded by kids. He taught school in a little, one-room, school house, as did my mother, often walking miles to, and from school. Later, he went to work at a bank, and then a factory during the Second World War. We lived on a farm, we never went hungry. We always had something to eat. My mother baked her own bread; we had a garden. We were kids. While I was in High School, we moved to town. Population probably one-hundred fifty to two-hundred. We had electricity and gas heat. We got rid of the ice box with the dripping pan, and got a refrigerator. In time, we got an electric iron and didn't have to heat the irons on the kerosene stove. We never did get a metal ironing board. My mother still has the wooden board somewhere. Anyway, somehow, the year passed, I got married, my brothers and sisters did. the grandchildren came; we've contributed four to the grandparent's brag- book". http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4879c3e4601156a8d50e3cbbf6ec5f65.jpg 8f5fb44b6219b45ccfcae234ea4ec8b8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Retirement came a few years ago to my dad. Retirement for some must be wonderful - for him it was pure anguish! By this time, my sister was living with them: with her Cerebral Palsied child. My brother, and his two small children were there too. My mother, who was in her sixty's was forced back in the role of cook, cleaning lady, clothes washer, and ironing lady for three little ones. My brother drank, my sister was working, my dad was beside himself! Part-time jobs helped, but they had no money for trips, and my mother's sense of duty wouldn't permit her to go, even on trips with us. Finally a trip was planned to Florida. My brother sent tickets for the train. They traded those in on plane tickets; one way. They didn't know how long they'd stay, but Social Security checks, in the next couple of months, would have allowed them enough for tickets home. The day arrived when they were to leave. I drove them to the airport, one snowy day in March. My dad had a cold - a pretty bad one - and he was subject to pneumonia. He walked to the gate for the departing plane. He was short of breath when he got there. He carried his new hat with the feather on the side, so it wouldn't get wet. He said they might stay until June; wasn't much sense in coming back to more of this stuff! We all smiled. My mother gets homesick if she's away overnight. We knew she wouldn't stay until June. W watched the plane taxi around to take off, and then we left the airport. We felt it was unlucky to watch it out of sight. A plane took off just as we were leaving the parking lot. It flew over us, and we wondered if it was theirs. That was on Monday. On Tuesday, we had the biggest snow of the year. Schools close in this part of the country when it snows like this. In consolidated school districts, the rural children are bussed in, and rural roads get pretty bad, with six to eight inches of snow. We all agreed it was good the folks were in Florida, where it was warmer. On Wednesday, the call came. Daddy had been sick when they got to Florida. They were to take him to the doctor on Tuesday. They had done that. He took tests, and wanted him to come to the hospital on Wednesday for more tests. On Tuesday night, he became quite ill. They took him to the hospital on Tuesday night. He had a light case of pneumonia. The phone call Wednesday was supposed to be reassuring. We knew he had pneumonia before. He'd had bronchial infections, etc.; he always got over them. He was our dad nothing would happen. The next phone call said they had found a severe anemia. There was something wrong somewhere. We all thought of Leukemia, but said it was probably not much of anything. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/11709d187c34f52812558e93c7cd70b1.jpg f50ea8ff3d314167fc94a7af171768c0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Then the phone calls became more frequent. My mother called, my brother called. In between we three girls took turns calling. An operation would be needed; he was seventy, but it was needed. The operation was over before they called again. they found an abscessed appendix. We couldn't believe that; yes it was an abscessed appendix! It had walled itself off somehow, and, occasionally, leaked its poison into his system. His blood had little oxygen in it. No wonder he had been so pale! Oh yes, they had found a couple of small tumors, up near the stomach. They were small, but malignant. The surgeon thought he got it all, Dad was doing fine. Then he had a coughing spell. The stitches tore loose, he had to go back to surgery. He was in intensive care. There was no change. No reason for us to go down there: nothing we could do, except call. Easter Sunday came - another operation. He'll be all right. We sent down summer things for my mother. She lived at the hospital. She packed her sandwich in the morning. My brother dropped her off on the way to work. He picked her up in the evening. She sat in the halls if they wouldn't let her in Dad's room. She visited other patients on the floor who were sick. She didn't need to know them. Anybody sick brought out the "mother " in my mother. In May, the call come. My dad would be coming home. He needed convalescent care. He could do that here. If he stayed there, he probably wouldn't be strong enough to come back for several months. They would charter a plane. We were to meet them at the airport, with an ambulance, and make arrangements to have him admitted to a hospital in Columbus. He would need surgical care again, and attention. We wondered how he could fly in such a shape. We met him at the airport. My mother looked fine when she got off the plane. It was early, we were late! We had also gotten lost. But, she looked fine. Thinner, but our mother. My dad was on a stretcher, being transferred from the plane to an ambulance. He was old! He was seventy, but looked one-hundred! His face was sunken and pale. He fingers were bony. He had left Ohio in March, weighing two-hundred to two-hundred ten pounds. He weighed one-hundred and thirty-eight when he got home. His eyes were bleary, and darted here and there. His hair was long on the sides and curly. He could barely talk above a whisper. Breath seemed like a very fragile thing to him. But, he was home in Ohio. He had made it this far. We smiled and kissed him, and told him he hadn't really had to wait until June, and clucked over him. We followed the ambulance to the hospital with misty eyes, but we couldn't cry; not yet. We saw him lifted into a hospital bed. He looked more rested. We took my mother home. The first time she'd been home alone without him for forty-eight years! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/002b86f479fd46255f788f23ecf65daf.jpg 70ba9c6468b360d890476882ce02b01c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl The next day, he was transferred to another hospital. The rotten abscess kept draining. It was ugly stuff, and you wondered how anyone could live with that stuff in them. Another operation was scheduled. We all went down. Now it was our turn to take Mother back and forth to the hospital. She was still packing sandwiches! The operation did the trick for the time being. He was finally on the road to recovery. We had bought a house. We had lived in the house my mother had grown-up in but we found another house; a very reasonably priced one, larger than my mother's old house. In the midst of all else, we were painting, papering, etc, etc, It would be awhile before my dad would be able to leave the hospital. Only then would my mother tell him of our plans. He didn't know how he'd be able to go back to the house with the three children, my sister, and my brother. He needed to be alone. They needed to be alone; they had not been for nearly forty-seven years! We were in the midst of papering when my mother stopped. Daddy would come home Saturday. He'd almost been in the hospital the ninety days Medicare allowed. It would be very close. This was Tuesday; Thursday we moved - four kids, a dog, a house-full of furniture and junk -just moved! The rooms weren't papered, some of the plumbing was in need of repair; we moved anyway! Friday, we moved my mother's things. Only part of them; they were going to camp out, so to speak. She would need all her time to nurse my dad, and didn't want very much. A sofa, chair, or two, a couple end tables, lamps, a rocking chair of my grandfather's was in the attic. We brought it down and polished it up. We brought my dad home on Saturday. It was June by this time, and he was home. To a house where birthdays, and Christmas', and picnics had been celebrated by our family for sixty-three year. The summer passed, and he was able to be up and around. He enjoyed riding in the car. It didn't seem to bother him. In August, we took him thirty-five miles to see his brother, who was celebrating their 50th anniversary. He sat in the car, and nieces, and nephew, from New York, Illinois, Pennsylvania, and California came to the car to see him. It was a milestone! The roses that bloomed by the bedroom window, bloomed again. Fall came. He was able to drive. He was still stiff, and bent over somewhat. He had gained thirty pounds, and he was getting a "spring" in his step. He was able to eat what he wanted. He bought a new suit, and a topcoat. Maybe he could finish that visit in Florida next Spring. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0682b03042e182139a0b871acc797182.jpg 1872a7a8104b783f414a55378e503b89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Christmas came and we all trooped up for a very thankful Christmas in the old house. The grandchildren were there. Family get-togethers are like that; movies were taken. the traditional poinsettias were bright in the corner. After Christmas, a check-up revealed bleeding from the rectum, the doctors said it was probably hemorrhoids. They didn't seem concerned. One night, in January, it became severe. They thought it best to go to the hospital. He was scheduled to go the later part of January anyway. Just to be safe, he'd go early. I rode in the ambulance with them. He joked on the way with the driver. I sat in the emergency room, and found out how slow waiting can really be. Hours passed. Finally, the nurse said he would be admitted that evening. We could go up and say goodnight. Examinations, and tests, showed a tumor, or growth, inside the rectum. A colostomy would be performed. He hated the idea. We tried to cheer him up by telling him of people we'd heard about. Surgery was scheduled for the next week. The next week tests showed his heart wasn't strong enough. They'd wait a couple of weeks. We took books, and candy, and flowers. My mother packed her sandwiches, and stayed all day again. The twenty-first of February, surgery took place. For over five hours we waited. The nurse told us, finally, the surgeon would come up soon. When he came, he told us that the surgery had gone as expected. The growth had been malignant; it had also spread. Growths were present near, and on the aorta. Nothing could be done for that. My sister asked about radium. He said they'd have to wait and see. His wasn't strong enough of course, and the location would suggest only a few months- six or so. For the next two weeks, we visited him every day. He was conscience. He finally could eat a spoonful of Jell-O. One day, we went down and he had been moved to another room. A smaller one, with a very sick man in the other bed. it didn't bother my Dad - nothing much seemed to bother him. A few days later, I took my mother down. A couple of friends of mine road along. We would go shopping. They had brought my Dad's lunch while I was there. A dinner of steak, mashed potatoes, Jell-O, ice cream. He was so weak, he couldn't have lifted six spoonfuls. They left the lunch. He had eaten a couple of bites; my mother fed him the soupy ice cream. I talked with him a few minutes, kissed him on the forehead, and said I would see him in the morning. I left. We talked in the car, my friends and I, of the idea of feeding a sick man a dinner like that. Of how hospitals keep patients alive, of the agony we knew he'd go through while he was adjusting to life following a colostomy, of how little time he'd have before he'd start downhill again; of many things. It's the most wonderful thing in he world to have understanding friends! That evening, I told the children that Grandpa had steak and ice cream for dinner. That he'd sent them a kiss, and said he loved them. That evening I told my husband I didn't see how he could live much longer, and how I wished he didn't have to suffer so; That night, I cried. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/10e6207a2b6a47454090a3dadf93a097.jpg 10e56e941d8f97cfc6377e1b6e1f0200 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl The next morning, early, the phone rang. the head nurse, on the same floor, but different service, said my Dad had taken a turn for the worse, to come down as soon as possible. I called my mother, I called my sisters and my brother. My mother drank her morning tea as usual; my sisters were slow. It wouldn't have made a bit of difference, my Dad had already died when the nurse called. The surgeon met us in the hall. He took us to a consultation room and told us. He got us pills, which we didn't take. My mother was dry-eyed. My sisters were still, so was I. My brother didn't say a word. My mother asked if she could see him. The surgeon suggested not - she insisted! My younger sister went with her, I stayed in the hall a few minutes, and then went in. He had a look of absolute peace on his face, with maybe a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. He'd had a heart seizure, or attack. He'd known nothing of it. He was spared that final suffering. In the hall, his clothes were waiting in a shopping bag. The roses, and flowers, were on the cart too. We each picked something up and started to the elevator: each of us thinking our own thoughts. In the main floor lobby. I saw a friend, Margaret, the nurse. We cried together a few minutes. I tried to comfort her. I tried to comfort me. We got in the car. My brother found his cigarettes, my sister drove, and we went home. I stopped at the Post Office, where my husband worked, and told him it was over. We went on to Mother's and called relatives, and just sat there. The thoughts that passed my mind were thoughts of relief for the suffering that was finished, of all the emotions. I think there was one that most described it. There were tears only once, when I called my mother's sister, when she asked how we were, I cried and she knew. The cousins came again from Pennsylvania, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky. My brother from Florida. the neighbors brought food , as is the custom in this part of the country. The funeral director went along with my mother's idea of having visiting hours at the house, instead of at the funeral home. And, he wore the brand new suit he'd so happily bought and never worn. The bedroom, where they had slept, was emptied of furniture. The flowers around the casket literally filled the room. And my Dad looked at peace. The hardest part for me was when they put the lid down. The room was completely empty then. My Dad was gone. Still, I didn't cry then. Nor did I cry during the service. I can remember my husband gripping my hand at the same instant I reached for his. The service was held at the church. It was very brief; the church was full. We walked out an got in the cars to drive to the cemetery. I was amazed to discover four folding chairs there; one was for me. We sat there in the cold, and heard the minister's words. We left very soon. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/51e80de589e3d7459ed9cfd78c378856.jpg a9c50feb7810dab84ffa0777c7ad4a70 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Beside my father's grave are my grandparents. Next to it, on one side, is a very dear friend. There is room for my mother, and two others. A sign of old age, I'm told is when you know more people in the cemetery than you do in town. At home, after the service, the cousins gathered once more for a tearful farewell. The coffee pots bubbled. Cousins wives, with their hats still on, did dishes so everyone could have something to eat before they left for their various homes. I think at one time, I counted sixty people. There are only three rooms downstairs in that house. My Dad would have enjoyed it! He would have had a joke to tell, a curl to twitch, a remark about someone's hat. He would have teased the grandchildren, scolded one of the cousins for not wearing boots. He would have enjoyed it. Strange as it sounds, I did. I had tears then; no none now. I have a terrible loneliness at times, and wish I could see him. sometimes, when I see a man about his age, and his build, with a fringe of white hair, I catch myself in time, before I go up and make an insane remark. When the roses bloomed last summer, beside the bedroom window, my mother took bouquets to the cemetery. I've only been a few times. My father is not there; I'm not sure where he is. I feel his presence at times. I think about him a great deal. I think of my mother, too, who's been alone for almost a year now. And I think that, by the very nature of things, I'll be in the same position someday. Either to go, or to remain. One of us will be left. That's each one's "thing" in life. And, how I will meet this, I don't know. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b971118c3ad144a5c883eef2627f848e.jpg d735fab1de4ebd3ac87031815180b8e0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Six WHO AM I ? The sun rose bright and warm this morning. The sky is that winter blue, the evergreen stands still and tall, no breeze is about. The snow crunches under foot. It looks cold and quiet and serene. It is cold! Our thermometer says Zero degrees, and, for the first day of March, in our area of the country, it is cold! Especially with six, or seven, inches of snow on the ground. It's plowed high on the side of the street, so it's hard for my little daughter to get around, to be able to cross the street. Last night seems far away. The shadows, and phantoms, I hope were vanished with the sun, but I'm not sure. Maybe, If I put them down in morning light, their mysterious power over me will be gone. I have reached a certain, happy relationship with my pencil and pad of paper. The typewriter doesn't suffice. I can't think and concentrate, at the same time. What I really mean to say, is that I can't compose my thoughts and concentrate on the typewriter, keep at the same pace. So, I write in longhand, trusting that sometime, I"ll be able to decipher it. My biggest problem is, I guess that I keep everything to myself. I always have. Last night, I wished so desperately to pour out my silly secrets, and fears, to my husband, but I couldn't. I never have been able to. This is the reason I write. I picture a time, after my death, when he's going through papers, and old reports, and things of that kind, and he'll come across the folder of my "manuscripts". He'll pull them out slowly. I think he'll read them. I'm not sure, but either way, my purpose will have been accomplished. He'll know, at last the silly secrets, and fears. And, if he scorns them, then why it really won't matter, because I will be past the point of being able to be laughed at, or ridiculed. I've been ridiculed, and laughed at, too long, and it still hurts too badly to expose myself. My biggest regret, along this line, is the fact that our oldest son is exactly the same as me. He keeps everything bottled-up too, and it hurts him so deeply. I wish I http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1a8840057482eec0803de1212a663d53.jpg 969b462a6847603e340a1091604c42c4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl could help him, but I can't relieve his torment by telling him how I've suffered. That's a strange word - the pencil seemed to write it alone - I guess I have suffered. And I think that this kind of suffering is the worst. I've had my share of physical suffering, maybe more than my share. This I could bear! Last night, when the scenes of my childhood flitted past my eyes, I was wide awake. I know somewhere there was an answer, but I didn't find it. It got away. It always does. And, finally, the long night ended. I was reminded of the prayer I used to say, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake. I pray thee, Lord my soul to take". It must have bothered me, it does now. I taught my children to say only the first two lines, and then to say, "God bless everyone I love," naming all the relatives, and friends, and then everyone else in the world, "and make me a good child!" But, I've always had the feeling that I've deprived them of something, in a way. Maybe I've only kept the fears from them, and, if so, I'm glad. The fears! Lord, how I've hated those fears. Fear of dark, fear of death, fear of going places, fear of ridicule, fear of people's opinions about me. I was twenty-five years old before I could even think to myself about a person, "Go to Hell, I don't need you!" I still haven't been able to say it out loud. Someday, I just might. I don't know who I'll say it to first. This has certainly given me a certain amount of inner satisfaction, imaging their response. It's almost as good as telling them to their face. The trouble is, I really do like most people. I love to talk with sales ladies, I used to be one, and it's nice to have someone notice you, and be nice to you. I can catch the eye of another mother, coping with her small child, as I used to mine, and a recognition will pass between us, and she'll smile, and so will I. I don't really know if you can call that empathy, compassion, or just plain nosiness. I only know that that's the way I am. this bothers some of my friends, who are always asking, "Did you know that salesperson?", or woman or whatever. And then, that puzzled look comes over their faces. It's the same response my husband gives me. Some look in awe, so I guess I'm something of a "kook", because no one understands - except my oldest boy. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/060ba7c92f90841cc9e3541584ccdb65.jpg 1861f0403a606e157c039ad8bca26bef Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 31 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl I do love to talk with people. Any people, anywhere. I'm reminded of the by-line of one early TV program; "There are a million people in the Naked City, there are a million stories. This has been one of them''. I think that, when I drive down streets, and roads, and past houses. Maybe not a million, but hundreds. They all have stories. So do I, but I can't tell mine, and I don' think they can tell theirs. It's like two parallel lines extending, ad infinitum, going the same way, side by side, but never touching. Dear God, I don't want to be a parallel line! I wish I could tell my story to someone. I don't know why, I don't really know to whom, but I feel sometimes as if these layers and layers of reaction, responses, impulses, stimuli, must come out. Or does everyone carry around the muddle of their thinking until their dying day? There are times, dear pencil, as if I'm really afraid to trust you. Because, once it's written, I cannot recall it, and the chance of being read, and misinterpreted, would be as bad as saying things and having them misunderstood, or ridiculed. Other people seem to have such well-run lines, neat, orderly. Are their minds the same? I don't really think so. As I know some of those neat, orderly people. Houses always spic and span, children always clean, the blasted ironing always done, and not a dirty dish in the house. i can't believe their minds are this tidy. Maybe they have better control over theirs than I do. I've thought of writing this as a story. Changing names, especially mine, and trying to palm it off as an imaginary story. My imagination isn't this powerful, but maybe someone else would think so. I don't really know what I'll do with it. but, here goes - most stories start off with either a very happy, or very unhappy, childhood. I wish I could remember my childhood, but I don't think I ever had one. I can remember almost to when I was two, and I can't remember a childhood as such. It certainly wasn't unhappy. It certainly wasn't a joyous occasion. I never remember enjoying it because I was always waiting for another time. The other time has never come. Will it ever? I don't know, I've done the same thing with my children, never fully enjoying the ages they are - always trying to picture "another time." I've lost all the memories that I wish I could remember. Certain times stick out in my mind, but they are http://66.213.124.233/files/original/291a6789fac398dc2fb0cbe4994ddb23.jpg 68ccde2fc7137282d6d40001c10e3b2a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl few. What happens to the days? I guess I've wished them away -always waiting for "another time." I could put on a stoic face, and keep the tears of agony to the time when I'm alone. My husband doesn't like to see me cry. Or anyone. He had sisters who used this for their own means. There have been times, when I've screamed inside of me, to him, to please say "go ahead and cry, cry all you want!" I know he never will. It's the way he is. He just doesn't think anyone needs emotional release this way, and he just doesn't understand me. The trouble started last night over the same thing. It's usually always the same thing and it always ends the same way. Only last night, I didn't fight back after he went to sleep. I didn't toss and turn, or turn on the light, but I accepted things. I had the sensation they say a dying man has of seeing things, and scenes pass before my eyes. I wondered if each of us, complex humans that we are, all have such an inner-turmoil. My husband doesn't. Things are so simple for him. things are black and white - there's no middle gray anywhere. He has come to accept some of "gray" in his own life. He's learned to accept the fact of "breakdowns" in his own family, and in mine, but not in ours. But, he looks on these cases as weaknesses of the individual. I don't think he will ever have a nervous breakdown. I sometimes don't think he has nerves. i don't know what sustains him; sheer physical strength, I suppose, guts, no spiritual fallacies. Oh, he believes in God, but not in Heaven. It's all here and now with him. It's rather disconcerting really. He hates to go to funerals. It's all over in his estimation. There's nothing left. No hope, no thought of heavenly rewards, or threats of eternal damnation with him. It's here and now, and he's the master of the situation. It's really very sad! He doesn't need people. I crave people. Or books, except of course, for the face that books have a happier ending, most of the time. Either a good book, or a visit with someone, or a telephone conversation will work the same therapy on me. It's an intrusion to him. Maybe he's got a simpler mind, or a single track one. But, these things aren't important to him. People, books, music, solitude. If he spends five, or ten minutes alone, he goes to sleep. Just shuts his eyes and goes to sleep. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/773767a638266d0d179eec9e8c18d206.jpg b7fddba91079d8eca055dcd4d06d4af4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl So many things came to mind last night. I can't hardly remember them this morning. So many scenes of growing up - "Growing UP" to what? That's certainly a strange phrase - Growing Up. It presupposes you are smaller, or shorter, then you grow up, straight and tall. We have a lot of strange phrases in the English language. "Grow up", how often we say this to children - "Grow up and act your age!" - most of the time, that's exactly what they are doing. Acting their age, their physical age. I like "maturing" better. It sounds more like a flower opening. It sounds more like a cycle of events, instead of physically growing up. I guess the problem basically hinges on the fact that I didn't have much of a childhood. I went to stay with elderly grandparents when I was two. I think, sometimes, I've lived for a hundred years! The stories they told me were like the fairy tales read to other children, by their parents. The time was one, mid- depression, and in a very small town, so things like sanitary sewers, bathrooms, refrigerators, kerosene lamps, ice boxes, quilting blocks, hand-knitted mittens, and kerosene ovens seemed to me to be mixed up. See, normally the generation who lived with kerosene lamps would have been my grandparents. My mother's generation would have lived with the ice boxes, and the quilting blocks, and the mittens being knitted, and the bread rising in the pans to be baked in the kerosene ovens. so, I guess you'd say I was a composite, and it's all mixed up. I had a friend when I stayed with my grandparents. Her parents were the right age. She had store-bought clothes, and a bathroom, and a fireplace, and a refrigerator that made ice cubes, with pop stored in it. How I envied her! My goal, even yet, is the fireplace, and the store-bought clothes. I wanted all these things so desperately, when I was a child. I'd go back to stay with my parents part of the time. They lived in the house with no electricity. I was in High School before they moved. It was finally to a house with electricity - but still no bath. To this day, they don't have one. We finally installed one, five or six years ago. It's still new to me. I've always wondered why they didn't move, years before they finally did. I guess it's habit. I don't think it was love of the place. I though when we http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b53c8f6bc40f907c08d7970e1ba0d22d.jpg a18bd901645a08aaa56480faa5c29fbf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl moved to town, it would be a whole new world. It wasn't. It was still the coal stove in the corner, still the slop bucket in the corner to empty dish water and plate scrapings into and the kerosene stove in the kitchen. Still, the two-piece pad irons, heated over the stove. But, we did have electricity. They've finally installed water in the kitchen, an electric range, a refrigerator and a freezer, a dryer and gas space heaters. It's almost up to date. But, my folks aren't. Whether it's habit or whether they like it, they've lived in this house as long as they lived in the one in the country. I still live in my grandparent's house. We didn't have much company. Of course, in the Depression years, I don't suppose people went visiting much. One of those fears I had was traveling. I was in Jr. High before I went to the nearest city - twenty miles away! I may have gone before that, but I can't remember. Things big have always frightened me. I still don't accept this as a manner of course. It's still an excursion, still has an element of fear, uncertainty about it. I still see intrigue lurking in corners, and doorways, still manage to get lost, so to speak, in unfamiliar stores -still consider it alien ground. I've been a small -town girl too long. Oh, I go all right. Go into town for meetings, and visit art galleries, shop, etc. My husband doesn't take me. I go alone, or with women friends. I take the children. They romp on the escalator, and self-serve elevators, to their hearts' content. They've never worried about being lost, or being stolen by Gypsies, or murdered in the doorways by dope addicts. As I said, though, we didn't go much, and we didn't have much company.I did travel to another state a couple of times. My grandparents went to visit my aunt, and I could go too. As I grew older, it meant joys without end. This town had a movie house, middle-sized stores, sidewalks that were broad enough, and smooth enough, to skate on. I made friends across the street, and down the street. We drank lovely Pepsi's by the carton - full! Ate potato chips and pretzels. Played Ping-Pong. Blissful summer days. Those were the days of my childhood, I think. the only days, and they came much later, about eleven, or twelve, and ended suddenly with the death of my grandfather and trip back to the house I grew up in. The absence of that dearly loved, familiar figure, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3b7fa5bc33c48a8fc6e07bf19b62be95.jpg d691b6ae005922a208aceaa5e502f19b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 35 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl upon whose lap I loved to sit, and rub my cheek in his scratchy, wool sweater, duck to one side as he spit tobacco - most always unerringly in the Chase & Sandborn coffee can. Reach in his pocket for a pink peppermint lozenge. Beg for a nickel to run to the corner store for an ice cream cone, whose last remarks, as I went our the door, were always, "Remember who you are". I never asked who I was. I never knew who I was. Only that was his grandchild, and my grandmother's grandchild. My brothers and sisters I hardly missed. I didn't know them to miss them. You cannot miss what you do not know, and I didn't know them. I can still sometimes still hear, "Remember who you are". I still do not know, but I don't know whom to ask. I guess I must find this answer alone. Things changed then. I went home to stay. My grandmother wasn't well, my older sister, who was out of school, went to stay with her, and took my bed, and my dresser drawer. Strange, I can only remember one dresser drawer. I guess that held all my belongings. These were never many. There still aren't. Back I went to the house in the country. Back to the family I hardly knew. I had lived with them during school terms all the time. But, I waited on weekends, and summer vacations, to go to town. I waited on those nickels, those laps to sit in. The pampering I suppose I got. I never remember being called in the mornings, except Sundays. Sundays we went to Sunday School and church. We walked , unless it was terribly inclement. then, my grandfather got out the Model A and took us. He always came after us. Always drove up after everyone was gone. My grandmother was always the last one out of the church. I never knew if it was because he was always late, and she waited on him, or thought she'd be late so he waited on her. I never knew. I guess it doesn't make any difference now. I waited all the time I lived in the country, with a sort of detached aloofness. I probably was hard to live with. I know of no teenager that isn't. I had Rheumatic Fever. Spent months in bed. My mother was a good nurse. But, she never talked to me. No on ever really does. I think. We spent days together, me waiting for the school bus. She doing things around the house. It was winter, so we were living in only part of the house. She did play the piano. She played beautifully! She didn't teach me though. I taught myself. I had lessons once, when I was a little girl. We must have had some money then. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/032fed2f59763521863c5b60d2438129.jpg 04b79667b5f1b1d3e93462cdad8ab550 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 36 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Then with the war, my father changed jobs. We didn't have anything much for a long time. I'm sure we ate. We kept chickens, and a few cows. I remember they butchered a pig once in awhile. My mother canned the meat. We had a big garden and raised our own potatoes. My mother made our bread. The pantry always had big crocks of milk sitting in it. Scraping the cream as it rose. How often do you scrape? I have no idea. I didn't learn. I did learn to bake bread. It's one of my accomplishments to this day. Only now, I make sweet rolls. I made too many loaves of bread then. It seems so strange that I can remember so few times working. My grandmother was the mistress of her home. She didn't ask for help, or tell me to help. She'd wash out my clothes, wash my hair, scrub and clean. She was surprised that I know so little about how to do anything in later years. No one rally ever taught me. I haven't done a very good job of teaching myself. School progressed. I like people, as I've said, and I liked school. I never really was anybody's best friend. No one else was as interested in books as I was. I didn't really have to study harder. I had parts in school plays. Went to basketball games. Was never elected cheerleader, they always picked someone more petite, and graceful. Had a few honors in school. Worked part-time. We'd moved to town by this time; not the town where my grandmother lived, but close to it. I could go back and forth on the Greyhound Bus. I hated those trips. I was always afraid I'd miss the bus. When it finally came around the curve, I'd run to the stop. Then, i was always afraid the driver wouldn't stop at the right station. Once one took me ten miles past my destination. I cried and cried, called my mother, who sent a neighbor after me, and caught up with me on my way, walking back home. It was as hard to accept a favor then as it is now. I'm always afraid it will be an imposition. After graduation, I could have gone to any one of several colleges, but we didn't have guidance teachers then. My heart was set on dress design. Some silly, romantic kid's idea. I could have gone on to any college of Liberal Arts, and should have. I had met my future husband by this time. We enjoyed a friendly, friendship. I suppose, in all honesty, I wanted a friend - he wanted a sweetheart. I had fallen madly in, and, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/89c6c0bde6dae93ae8fc5dc838ec23d7.jpg f284dc2fbf5f5cb1010c7f14ccba9e7d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 37 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl disillusioned, out of love just before meeting him. I would have followed this first love to the end of the earth. Only he didn't ask. He was embarrassed at my overtones of affection. He tolerated my playing all these romantic love songs of the day on the piano. He had his obvious faults. My parents didn't like him much. They could see through him. I couldn't see a thing! It was a very short-lived romance. As summer romances are apt to be. I was introduced to my husband by one of the girls I was working with that summer. I, in turn, introduced her to her future husband! We did a lot of double dating. She "had" to get married; we had a big church wedding. Part of the time, after I was out of school, and working in the little town, I lived with my grandmother again. She was in her eighties by now. Never the less, she called me for work every morning. Fixed my lunch at noon when I walked home. Waited supper till all hours if I was late because of visiting, or just plain talking. Washed out my lingerie, ironed my clothes - and I practically ran away! I guess I did run away before we were married - ran back to my parents' because I thought I should be there. Couldn't be both places, close to my husband's work. He came home for lunch, and we played at housekeeping and married life. I finally learned to drive. worked at a job, one and one half weeks, and that's been the only time since we've been married. As I've said before I never really had anyone teach me to do housework. I keep looking to tomorrow's projects, and seem never to get today's projects finished. We've reached the middle thirty's and with forty's breathing down our necks, I can't enjoy today. I'm too fat. The dreams, and aspirations, of that crazy, mixed-up kid of twenty years ago are actually centuries ago. Our four children have had their share of measles, mumps, chicken pox; not Rheumatic Fever. And, I suppose as a mother, I didn't sit down and talk with them either. My grandmother died five year ago , at the age of ninety-six. We finally moved out of our house in the country. Came back and lived with her. We had just the three children then. Our little girl came after. Grandma was still cleaning her own room, and doing my dishes , when she died. We still live in Grandma's house.It's never been mine. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7732c38338257781d7cd6da932cf835d.jpg aa3939ce9b78b77318114f34d4938df8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 38 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl or ours, probably, never will. I trim her rose bushes in the spring, transplant her tulips, and jonquils, every three or four years. We did plant some trees that are ours. But the house hasn't changed that much. But, if I have deep, and ponderous, thoughts, my friend, the pencil, and I write them down. I've lived too long to explain any of my wishes, desires, or thoughts, to anyone else. I haven't gotten the nerve to tell anyone to "Go to Hell". or "Jump in the lake", and likely never will. If I open my mouth to contradict anyone at a meeting , or to voice an opinion, I blush, and my heart pounds. We go to church every Sunday, don't miss a one. Only my husband goes too - we usually are the last ones out the door though, come to think of it. Same church, same door. The words of my grandfather come back. "Remember who you are!" Who am I? God, I wish I knew! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aa0165dbc466986d1859b55313f6aba3.jpg 74afdf7bf5f3edba24019d1d3dd406d9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 39 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Seven WHERE IS HOME? I knew then that I would never forget. All my life, I'd waited to hear them . Every Fall, my brother would talk of them. Only after the war came, and my oldest brother left for the army - only then did they not mention them. I'm talking of the geese of course, the wild geese flying down from the North - flying south in the Fall. Flying to the warmth, and the sunshine, of the South. Leaving their home in Canada, flying the miles over our part of Ohio - going to only they know where, and once I heard them. I used to dream of it when I was a little girl; dream of the north reaches of our hemisphere, wonder at the unknown expanse of country; wonder if I'd ever go there to see the towering pines, and the crystal blue lakes, to feel the spray of sun against my face, to see only trees, lake and sky, in one broad sweep, with no one else in this panorama. I saw it once, one early summer morning, many years later, standing on the edge of the dock. I felt an aloneness that spoke of the grandeur of nature. The sun had just risen, across the lake, the water was so calm, that, after I had taken a picture of this, there was a perfect reflection in the water, so that I still wonder which is real and which is the reflection. I think I know. I think the picture is real the way it was printed, but I always wonder if perhaps the printers may not have made a mistake. It is so perfect that it is really hard to tell. I'd never seen a lake so still before, and I've seen one so still since. The was picking up a rock, here and there, at my feet as its rays were diffused through branches of the pines behind me. I felt suspended in space. It was so still. Not a fish rippled the calmness of the lake, and I do not think that ever a bird's song broke the stillness of the morning. You can drink beauty; absorb it through the very pores of your being; wrap yourself in beauty. I did that morning in the land where the wild geese fly home in the Fall. Then, things changed. We returned to Ohio from our vacation. the Canadians call them "holidays". I like their word better! You cannot vacate your mind - only your place in busy whirl of complex world. For two weeks, or only a week, or even a http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e191463150cbb3c59fb19c39fe9237bb.jpg 52e24e31c7479f9da05c81908f5190d1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 40 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl few days, the world that depends upon your presence must do without you. You are vacating that spot. But, the idea of a holiday presupposes you with hope of festivity, rollicking good times, a spirit of living free as the birds - rise with the sun, eat when you wish, sleep when you like. So a holiday is far more enjoyable than a vacation. Coming back to our mundane working world. I brought the peacefulness of that early morning stillness with me, wrapped around me like a blanket - protecting me from the coldness of the world. The beauty of that morning was captured forever on the film in my camera, but also imprinted in my mind. We've returned to Canada for many years since then. We return in the summer, after the geese of course. I've never heard them fly North. I wonder, do they sound different flying North? Are they going home, home to the blue, blue lakes, the giant pines, the serenity of the North Woods? Or, is it like my picture? The reality is in the turning Southland. Which way is home, my heart do you know? Or, will you know someday? When you've heard the geese once more? Does my heart search for the quiet solitude of the almost wilderness of the North, or is the reality of my life in the hustle and bustle of a household evidenced of my husband, four children, one dog, several cats, and many friends? Which is the reflection, which is the reality? Is not the tranquility of the Northland lake reflected in my Ohio home life? Just as my reflection is seen in the bountiful lakes of the North. Who can tell me which is which? I think I know, but then again, maybe someone has turned the negative of my life upside down so I do not know. The children grow. They grow fast. Time cannot stand still and the season have changed many times. I did not know the geese fly North the first time I heard them! When I heard them, I was standing with my father. He had been so very, very ill. He had been in the land where the geese must fly, in the sunshine of the South. He flew down, much faster than geese of course! From our spot in Ohio it is a four-hour trip. Very little flying time. Just walking from desk to boarding area and back to the desk on arrival. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/150306ddcee44337a48b7971fc4f2365.jpg 3dde50ac59abfe76a9b7e3b5ddf6321f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 41 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl When he came back, he came by plane. The short weeks of this trip had taken a toll of years of his life. He was an old man. a man who had lived with pain; had battled death, had survived. He needed time for his body to mend from several operations, from a foe that had staked a claim on his life. A foe that would be relentless; a foe which is Cancer unsuccessful. The ally's name is Heart Disease and Heart Disease cheated Cancer for my father's life. I think wistfully if one of them should be the victor for his life, I'm glad it was a heart attack. But, of course, when we heard the geese, my father and I, we did not know of the coming battle. It was a night that must be very common in this small town of Ohio, in the middle of Fall. Someone in the next house was burning leaves. The smoke you could smell; nothing could smell like leaves burning in the Fall! Except of course, leaves burning. The air was crisp and clean, but in our town, the darkness cannot be felt with our electric lights, our street lights, with automobile headlights. The silence cannot be felt with the slamming of car doors and house doors; up and down the street someone's dog is barking, some child gives a yell! How to define the yell? Who really knows? We heard the geese winging their way through the darkness, their leader directing their flight in his own manner. Flying South to the warmth, and the sunshine. I had not heard them before. My father did not hear them again. In the spring, before the jonquils and the tulips, before the lilacs and the lilies blossom, before the frogs began their nightly sounds - in the spring, my father lost his battle with his foe named Cancer, even though the true victor was a heart attack. The geese flew North again that spring, I'm sure. And many seasons have changed since. Who knows the true home of the wild geese, my heart, do you? And knows the true home of the soul? I felt my father's presence - not at the cemetery, not in the spot where his monument sits, engraved with the only accounts of any of our lives that tells the story of our lives. Born : January 11, 1896 Died: March 7, 1968 Age 72 years, 1 month, 28 days http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2182bad0da75d6ac8f9207e5cad813ff.jpg a258599028579271a5295c32c3b90e82 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 42 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl But, which is the true picture of my heart? Which is the reflection? And, is it like my picture of the lake; can it be turned upside down so the reflection is the actuality, and the reality is the reflection? Who knows? I only know my father is not there; not in the narrow grave! I do not know where he is! I do not know my heart's destination . Whether my heart seeks to go home again, or whether it's true destination lies many miles away. Is the wild goose going home to the North, or going home to the South? Oh, I know the scientists know. The bird's home would be the place of his birth, and instinctively they return there. Do they take their little holiday then in the North, or the South? Are our lives our "holidays"? do we go "home" when we die, or do we go on a great adventure? Instinctively we look forward to a homecoming in the future, a gathering of the "class" so to speak. We want to feel that those who have gone ahead of us are waiting for us. Much as the leader of the wild geese calls to his followers to follow. I have not heard the geese since that night. But, today I saw them! Flying South in a sky that forecasts the winter ahead. Gray, November days, with the ground covered with leaves. Soon, we will have snow, and if it is deep enough, you cannot see the graves of all who have gone before, only the markers standing. Today, I saw the geese for the first time. I couldn't hear them, but they were flying in a not too straight formation; flying South. To the warmth, and the sunshine. Maybe in the spring. I will either hear, or see, them flying North. Only they can tell you which direction is home to them. Maybe someday I will know in which direction my heart's home will like. Which is the truth, which is the reflection? I think I know, But I'm never sure; if the negative of my life was printed in the right perspective! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2474ee028346b529b59be641e4d19d0a.jpg 29b5a0fb1d877fdbf8b4139f0e34cff0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 43 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Eight MY ROOM I like my room. It's gold, and brown, and rusty orange. It's like the early morning sun, streaming through yesterday's rain streaked, winter windows, before spring cleaning. It's the braided rug- reminiscent of days gone by when home-braided rugs were means of economy. It's the pattern in the old-fashioned oak rocker-bought at an auction years ago, that rocked three babies. It's the green plants growing profusely in the window. The ones that make living center pieces at the table, or maybe arranged on the piano. They really get around, those little plants from the 10 cent store. I like my piano. It's funny about my piano. For years I've liked to play. We even once had an old piano, given to us by a former minister's wife. This is a new one. A Spinet with warm shades of Honey Walnut. That's a new name. You usually hear Honey Maple. But, this is soft Honey Walnut streaked here and there with the grain of Walnut. My piano-a gift of love. Many hours I've spent in the few months we've had it. Playing my soul out. Tempestuous, beguiling, tenderly. Music from me. Love songs for my husband, pop songs for the children, classics to remember from days gone by- all during the quiet hours when they've all gone to school, and to work. Just me-in my room, at my piano. I say my room when it's really everyone's. It invites you to just walk in. What more should a room do? It has memories- oh, so many memories! Gifts, Christmas'. Only one here, but it's still home. My room, my house, my family, my town, my state, my country! How wonderful to say my, when it all belongs to everyone! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7a9b8ccfd7f71b961a20d97641bcd5b2.jpg 0f291427211a3c0405cacc8337cc8fcf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 44 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Nine THE KISS It was the first time she had seen her husband cry! At least, in public. There had been one other time, a long, long time ago. But, then they had been alone, closed up in their own little world, during the hours that belong just to husbands and wives, in the kingdom of the bedroom. But, this was different. He sat on the sofa, with the children around him. Little Karen their pride and joy, on his lap. David and Pat their two youngest boys, sitting in almost stunned silence. Bill, their oldest, who, even at thirteen, would cry, sat motionless, but tears were streaming down his cheeks. The first thing that struck her eye was herhusband's clothes. "Why," she thought, "they're dirty!", and her fingers ached to wipe that streak of grease from his face. Even though he was a repairman, and had to get dirty, and greasy at times, he was usually quite immaculate. He never even liked to have the boys be "little-boy' dirty". And, here he was, greasy and all! She walked through the door and closed it. "Funny, she thought, "I didn't hear the door close, and neither did they!" She had no sense of having come from any particular place or room, the only sense of time, or being, she had centered around the five people sitting in her living room. She looked at her husband, as though he was one of her children, and with an exclamation of utter compassion, and abject sorrow, she swiftly crossed the room and sat on the arm of the sofa. She put her arms around him, and cradled his head on her breast. The children didn't notice her, but only sat, still staring with unseeing eyes. As she sat there, she wiped at the grease spots on her husband's face and brushed them away with her fingertips, much as she had down hundred of times for the children. His sobs were subsiding now, and her arms drew him closer, even closer, his face bowed down, the tears drying on his face. With a sigh of spent relief, he raised his head and looked straight at her. Without a word, she kissed him on his lips, one long, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/096826d74423e9ec3ca12e9ebe09ee16.jpg 16ee873690a317281d4377b828bd8a0d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl agonizing final kiss. A kiss to last him until eternity, and to last her throughout eternity, and she was gone. Her husband sat still, as he had been sitting since he first heard the news. He had not seen her, but had somehow felt her presence, and he gently ran his fingers over his lips. He had not seen her, but felt her fingers on his face, and the wonder and knowledge of what he had felt filled his whole being, so sorrow and grief seemed to vanish and with a sense of lightness of spirit, he raised his head once more. Mirrored in his eyes was an unfathomable smile. With a sigh he spoke the words - the sound -were the first ones heard and as he spoke, the mood of despair lifted. Somehow, though the echoes of time, a whole new world was opened to her loved ones, sitting in her living room - grieving over her death. It seemed like such a long time had passed. Bill was in high school now, and becoming the student his father, and his mother too, had known he could, and would be someday. He had made friends of the boys and girls he had always known, but, somehow, had not really known. A smile had come to stay on his face, the dark scowling from bitterness, pettiness and persecution, had somehow long vanished. It seemed Bill had changed, practically overnight. Since the time of his mother's death, several years before, in fact. His teachers noticed it first. A child of temperament, often in trouble because of inattention, and lack of attention, he had settled down into quite a remarkable young lad. His grades, that had been failing, had risen until he was an honor student. His sullen disposition had changed, and with it the animosity that several teachers held toward him changed, and was gone. A comradeship sprang up between the teachers and Bill. The school psychologist said it was undoubtedly caused by his sudden maturing but was dumbfounded to explain how it worked in just the manner it had. Usually, cases regressed even further into despondence, and he would have supposed Bill would have somehow, he was still unable to explain either premonition, of the actual happenings. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8269515dfecfabd9a33a87d5d512cd32.jpg 46a6829a0631cc1b6b299147ad5ce3d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 46 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Tonight was the Science Fair. Bill had worked long and hard on his project. He was very interested in science, always looking for an answer, as if it would be found in a test tube. Anyway, he was at peace with himself, working on his experiments, and on his second love - art. It seemed he could almost speak through his fingertips, the beauty he created at such a young age was very strange; almost ethereal landscapes, captured through his memory's eye, from distant places seen on various family trips. Always to the wilderness, or to the far away places. And always Bill was able to capture and elusive beauty that is nature. Always it was an odd, imaginative canvas, as though an extraordinary vision was granted to him - a time from another time. Tonight, however, he received a special award on the district level and, with a proud, but somehow quiet ease, he acknowledged his receiving his award. His father was there, his sandy hair sprinkled with some gray; he often smiled at the gray with a melancholy smile of remembrance of how she always disliked her gray hairs. The whole family had laughed at Mom's gray hairs; he had always liked them and would never let her "touch them up". She would tease about his receding hair on his forehead, and say that whenever it receded another one-half inch, she would like it too. Unconsciously, his hand stole up and touched the bald spots on either temple. It has receded the half inch, he thought, and with just a slight smile, he thought of how she would have loved it. And, with a tug of his heart, he wondered how gray her hair would have been now. His mind went back to that evening so long, yet such a short time ago. A lifetime ago, he thought. And,still his heart was warmed and set at peace by the fleeting touch on his lips. He glanced at his side, almost expecting to see her there, expecting that his remembering might have conjured her up. The lady on his right was the wife of one of his customer though. He quickly glanced to the left, where David, Pat and Karen sat. Karen was growing up so fast. Nine years old now, and looking more and more like her mother. The shade of her hair, the lift of her chin, her hazel eyes that turned green when she was angry. Her nimble fingers that loved to play the piano. His little ray of sunshine he thought. Pat with his freckles, and his serious nature, was thirteen. Pat's natural http://66.213.124.233/files/original/828929afee93f888306296a602712b47.jpg 9aabaa50ea40d54271b0ee93a3e3c828 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 47 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl bend seemed to be the ministry. His seriousness about the church, at such an early age, was remarkable. The boy's questions, and study about the church, and it's history, had long since amazed him, and caused quite a few lifted eyebrows among the ministers when a new one came, as they quite often do in the Methodist Church. The boy seemed to find a solace there, he did have to admit it. He himself did Sundays when he sat in the choir loft. the peace he found there was precious to him also. with the new church, he found he could concentrate more readily. Somehow, in the old church, the shaft of early morning sunlight had always touched the spot where his wife's casket had laid among the flowers. The beauty of the flowers, the sunlight through the stained-glass windows was almost too much for him though, and he was quite happy when the new church was completed. This picture he could see in his mind's eye, and that was enough. And, the spot in front of the Chancel in the new church had not as yet held the casket of a dear friend, let alone that of his beloved. With a shake of his head, to clear the reminiscing thoughts from it, he winked at David who had just caught his eye. He then centered his attention to the stage where his first-born son, now a tall, six-foot teenager was receiving his award, and once again, he felt the presence of his wife, felt her fingers curl within his, felt an almost imperceptive squeeze of his hand, felt her fingers touch almost fleetingly upon that spot - that spot on his temple. He could feel, as any married person can, the nearness, the way bodies touch each other, when two people sit side by side, as if she were sitting beside him in the auditorium, sharing Bill's achievement. sharing the whole family's pride in one of their members. He sat there motionless, staring at his empty hands, and the coat and shoes of the wife of one his customers. As Bill was walking from the stage to meet his family, he heard his mother's voice just once, calling him "Billy", but though he turned as quickly as he could, stopping so suddenly that he almost made the girl behind him fall, he couldn't see her. But when he saw his father, he knew that somehow his mother's presence had been there that evening, had shared with them this moment of achievement, was a justifiably proud of him as if she had been there in form, as well as in spirit, and as he held the paper, the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/69b5836983961886590423fda051df3a.jpg c145c220059b1821333d81ec6cd2008c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 48 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl paper so earnestly and tirelessly, worked for, he was startled to see a splotch, like a teardrop had fallen on the printed William. Time for mortals has a way of flying, even though the days go slowly, and the nights are filled with intolerable loss. However, the time called years hastened on. Somehow, he knew that she would not have minded him marrying again, but he just couldn't find a woman whom he could care for. Even with their mutual loss as a family, his children and he were very close. Much closer, and comfortable about it. They had not spent much time in mourning over their loss of wife and mother, it seemed their grief had lofted long ago, and the expectancy of the future closed around them, and the time called years passed. Bill went to college, to post-graduate work, and was well on his way to a brilliant future. His-self-assurance was amazing. He seemed to go along with the idea that he had reserves of strength to carry him on, like a man that knows exactly where he is going, and how he is going to get there, just the quite confidence that marked him as an outstanding young man, with quite a future ahead of him. David had finished high school with honors, his long ago skinniness had filled out, and he had become quite an athlete in his local school. He had become quite a vocalist too, singing in the A Capella Choir, and quite often sang in the church choir with his dad. Once, long ago, his childhood ambition had been to become a doctor. With the natural grace of all born athletes, and the nimbleness of his fingers, he was fast becoming a good, a very good, med-student. With the charm, and handsome features, he was blessed with when he was born, he had become quite a handsome young man. Quite a son to be proud of! Both boys had worked hard, hard, hard and long. Their father had not had much to help them with. Both boys were soon to be married. Pat was finishing college soon. He would enter theological school soon. His serious nature was still there. His impish grin, and the gleam in his eye, sometimes peeped through, and this only added to his charm! The freckles were still there, and his blonde hair was somewhat darker. He had missed the boys when they left home to go to http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f0ce4dfda1f71c9804ef73516fa4f3cd.jpg 2f34b2b8067a0e07168e2d9c6482c64e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 49 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl college, and with his sensitive nature, he might have had quite a time of it, but with his presevering nature, he had been able to adjust to these changes. Karen had become quite a grown-up young lady. Her sunny personality had kept the whole family on an even keel. As the only female in a masculine household, she might have been quite a tomboy, but with a protectiveness few older brothers have, they had managed to keep her practically unspoiled. She had grown up in a small community that loved her, and she loved it in return. The town was just small enough, that quite a few people had known her from the time she was born. She had grown up with a realization of her loss of a mother, but with a deepening awareness of the love her remaining parent had for her. She could vaguely remember her mother. She could remember that at times her mother was cross, she made dresses for her, helped her write, and taught her to read at such a young age that she just couldn't remember learning. It seemed she always knew how, like she just knew a lot of things. All these things Karen could and did, remember. She could remember how her mother rocker her occasionally, even when she was a big girl of five! Of how she sang to her, and played games. These times over-shadowed the cross times in Karen's memory, but she did remember that mother got cross! Tonight, Karen was walking home slowly. She knew Mike would soon want an answer. He had asked her to marry him last night. She knew she would say yes, even at nineteen people are sure when they are in love, she thought. Gram had told her that her mother and father had been married at nineteen, and even the hardships that early marriages often entail, she knew they had been happy, and would not have changed a moment of it. She would tell her father as soon as she got home. She hoped he wouldn't be too lonesome, (how that word tugged at his heart-strings; she never realized, but it was a word she had used quite often as a small child). She knew her father liked Mike, he was so much like her dad. She was sure that her father would not object. Karen's favorite game, as a very small child, was one of pretending, and her favorite pretend partner was her mother. So, this day she talked to herself as she walked home, that lovely Fall day in September. She wouldn't have remembered it, but it was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa76a6c07593644209785dc455aaf852.jpg 32325e14446d8fbc05d3bcb0d4b1247d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 50 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl her mother's birthdate. She scuffed through the fallen leaves, and thought. " Oh, Mother, I wish you knew Mike. You would like him. I know you wouldn't mind if I were married, would you? I'll bet you and Mike's mother were friends when you were here though and she's so nice. She's almost a mother to me anyway. We can talk about the silliest things, and still be serious. I must ask Daddy if she knew you. You know, there are some things you just can't talk about with men. We'd like a Christmas wedding at the old church. They're going to tear it down in the spring. But, that's where you were married, and that's where I want to be. The boys will be married soon, and Pat is away at school. I'd like to finish college, but if we would happen to have a family very soon I'd have to quit. Remember, how I've always loved babies, I think I always wanted to have a baby sister or, or brother, and never did, but Mike and I would like to have lots and lots. The first girl, we'll name after you, if it wouldn't make Daddy too sad." Karen was very intent on her conversation and reached the corner of her street almost before she realized it. As she turned the corner, her "talk" with her mother concluded with, "Oh, and yes, Mother, Mike says he thinks my great-grandmother's wedding band will be fine." As she opened the door, she stood back just a moment, as if to let someone else enter first. Her father happened to glance up as she came in, and somehow, the sunlight and shadows made two of Karen, only one was much older. The realization hit him then, that the children were almost all grown, the boys were on their own, had been in fact, and the approaching marriages would soon be here. This boy Mike, that Karen was interested in, was a good boy, good worker, he had known him all his life. He wondered if Karen was seriously interested, and then the expression of her face, an unguarded expression told him all there was to tell. He slowly put the paper down, and held out his arms. She shyly came to him, and together, they sat on the sofa. Karen impishly perched on his knee, and started her carefully rehearsed speech. One look at her father's face told her that further conversation would certainly be unnecessary. As she flung her arms around him, and giggled like a four-year-old, somehow, again her dad had felt his wife's presence; her breath against his ear, and over his daughter's laughter, and talking and planning, he heard his wife say, "You've done your job, not too much longer now, not http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8d41ccc6d7b27bcdfe448a6f25ba2ab7.jpg 31a4c9020e7209172f32ed1097688974 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 52 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Ten SO IT GOES IN DREAMS Every girl, while she is growing up had dreams of the family she will have some day. It starts with naming dolls, and probably because the dolls are usually girl dolls, our babies-to-be are girls also. At least in my case they were. In my daydreams, there were four little daughters. Stairsteps, always immaculately dressed in frilly, white pinafores, with black, patent Mary Jane shoes, white gloves, and crisp little bonnets for church; velveteen snowsuits in the winter, and little short sets in the summer. You've seen the pictures in magazines yourself. You know what I mean. I even had these little girl children named, knew their personalities, their clothes practically made during these growing-up-days of mine. There would be Sharon - curly haired with dancing, brown eyes, pig-tailed Rebecca, with freckles on an up-turned nose; Ann and Susan would be composites of the other two, but with their own distinctive personality. all would be adorable, beautiful, mannerly little ladies - no resemblance to their tom-boyish mother in her younger years. With protruding front teeth, long-legged and with the the grace of a knobby-kneed calf instead of the graceful fawn, and with green, or rather hazel, eyes - nearsighted too - I would definitely not be expected to have such lovely children. So, for the father of these little cherubs, I imagined a husband patterned after some of the more famous Greek Gods, and as consolation and tribute to this wonderful man, I would produce - after these daughters - a son. For him. the would undoubtedly inherit my myopic vision, stumbling feet, and my rather low, alto voice. Enough that the girls be beauties. So it goes in dreams. As I became older, my dreams changed to thoughts of becoming a dress designer in a far-distant city, where the streets were paved with gold, and there were penthouses, glamorous nightclubs, and my fashions would become the most sought after in the world. After tiring of all this worldly fame, and having made my fortune, I would return to this little midwest village, and flaunt my hard-won, worldly gains in front of all my girlhood chums, who because of some reason or other, had never left this little town, and who http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a210551b6f43fc6c85f8de3ac73a5670.jpg a992368f058bf90ec545f2619fd4bbc5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 53 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl would turn just "green with envy" at the sight of my mink-coat, the foreign convertible, and of course, the fabulous wardrobe, the reason for my success. So it goes in dreams.. But. Lo and behold in my senior year of high school, I met the love-of-my-life, and, after dating rather steadily during our final school year, reality gradually crept into some of those dreams. For instance, my daughters-of-the future were going to have to be red-haired, more sturdily built, with definite freckles and fair complexions. No brown eyes either, and their temperaments might just become slightly fiery, which would be due of course, to their red hair! However, since this love-of-my-life was quite an athlete, I would compromise my dreams and we would have twin sons after the four girls. First of all, though, there would be college, then fashion school, them my career, which would have to be shortened to allow plenty of time, for the planning of six children would of course have to be considered. But. After graduation, our class took, what was known in those days, a senior trip. For seven wonderful days we toured the East! Over the Skyline Drive in Virginia we went to Washington, DC, Atlantic City, and wonder of wonders, New York City! Here, I found the widest streets, the tallest buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city. From the seventeenth floor of a mid-town hotel, the subways, the automat, Radio City, Music Hall, Rockefeller Center, shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue, riding the subway to Long Island to visit a cousin who had made it to the city! All the thrills, all the dreams coming true! And if, while riding around the city in a boat, we saw parts of the seamier side of any large city, if the apartment shared by my cousin with three other girls wasn't a penthouse apartment, and the rooms were smaller than I had imagined - if the stores were not any different than Columbus - only larger- certainly none of these reasons were enough to justify the sudden tarnishing of the streets of gold! Or was it? Maybe it was, because the love-of-my-life was graduating form another school while we were gone, and absence does make the heart grow fonder. Having seen through the tourist eyes, the sights of Washington, from the top of the Washington Monument, where the view of the White House also encompassed the view of some of the slums; visiting the Senate and the House of Representatives, and http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0db725bf8e2153897db83a2f2c36768e.jpg 8a21191a8e442823a91ec4db8eb3c4e9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 54 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl meeting congressmen in the halls, and watching from the visitor's gallery while these elected men, who run our country, as they were actually doing this, somehow, in memory's eye, they appear as somewhat weary businessmen who sometimes disagreed with each other, and the selfless dedication, one might suppose, to the service of this nation, was overshadowed by a great number of empty seats, and the affairs of state are sometimes quite repetitious and boring. Somehow, the majesty and excitement were missing, and so went a dream! And while we saw the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, and even a television studio; ate at a hotel dining room, and left the city that never sleeps at 4:00 am, had hamburgers for breakfast, somehow the streets didn't glitter nearly so bright at 4:00 am! "The sunrise over the East River", (or whichever river is mentioned in the novels of yesteryear) couldn't be seen for the buildings, and to a simple, small-town girl, the lure of seeking my fortune in this city had lost quite a bit of its magnetism. Even the river itself smelled mightily of fish - dead, as well as otherwise - and the seagulls flying overhead were beautiful, until one considered they were gliding so gracefully to pluck a piece of garbage floating on the surface. "Litterbugs" were active in those days too. And, so, in the midst of the soot and grime, in the city of my dreams, another dream was gone. In not too long a time, after working and saving for a small nest egg, the love-of my-life and I were married, in a typical small town wedding. On a beautiful Fall afternoon, in a gown of bridal satin, that I made myself, complete with train and a "something borrowed" veil, with flower girls and bridesmaids, and a white Bible - before a church, packed with friends and relatives, favorite uncles and aunts, little cousins -we repeated the vows that made us man and wife. And, for our honeymoon trip, as in all dreams, we went to Niagara Falls! We started "housekeeping" in a big, old, country farmhouse, with a well-stocked china cupboard - gifts of well-wishing friends and relations. That was the year of the famous "Snow-bowl" game between Ohio State and Michigan, and since the honeymoon was far from over, walking through the now covered yards, and drifts, to the car was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6776272d03705329e03128538c619361.jpg ca0ae1ab31083496cda1ccf28ead8b1b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 55 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl fun! As well as piling comforters on the bed and snuggling down while outside the wind roared and the snow swirled. Spring came, and with it apple-blossoms in the old orchard, strawberries in the garden, and, on a rather cool, summer evening, toward the latter part of the summer, our first dream child arrived! Not brown-eyed , curly haired Sharon came to us that summer evening, but rather a little fellow, with an old, wizened-up face, and perfect toes and fingers, and a very loud voice. We named him Gerald William. To my husband, who the oldest child in his family, with three younger sisters, a dream came true! Two years later, on a hot, summer afternoon, during State Fair week, when traffic is at an all time high, Thomas David arrived to keep his brother company, and Rebecca left to join Sharon in Dreamland. Back from the hospital we went, to the farmhouse on the hill, and if I felt the arm of justice was a little heavy in the other direction, I had only to look at the two boys and realize how fortunate I was. So, time passed, and there really was so little time then to dream. Three years later, when we brought Douglas Patrick home, I packed the little gift dresses, and the frilly sweaters, and tied them with the ribbon of my dreams, and gave them away. Now, if the boys had not been the dream children I envisioned, in reality they are three very handsome sons. Jerry, the oldest, does have brown hair and eyes, and when he was a baby, it was even curly, and with a dimple in his cheek, and a twinkle in his eye, all five foot, six inches of him is solid muscle. Since he is only thirteen, I'm sure he will grow a few more inches, and while his voice is husky with change, I still can see the little blonde, curly haired boy he once was. Tom, at eleven, is quite an individual in his own right. He's our Little League ball player, and with the natural grace that born athletes seem to have, he would have been the one with the dancing feet, but with his "bandy-rooster" spunk, I feel his dancing feet are quite useful. He's the tease of the family, and with his blue eyes, and freckles on http://66.213.124.233/files/original/51e303c7615444d60a50bf73ff0d85e8.jpg 0f40b17db7f204c56a98bf8577f090a7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 56 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl his nose, he stands straight in his choir robe, and looks like all the little cherubic pictures of choir boys the world over. Douglas recently became a cub scout, which has been his burning ambition since the days of the den meetings when Jerry was a cub and I was a den mother. With a shock of blonde hair, and more freckles than skin, almost, stocky built, and with a grin that really does reach from ear to ear, he is at times, the far more serious-minded of them all. And now, when four men are dressed for church on Sunday morning, with their polished shoes gleaming, the bow ties in place, and the cuff links all found, and the crease in each trouser leg so straight, my heart contracts as I realize how fast they've grown - this family of mine, how long ago the old farmhouse in the country, the time when they were small, and how much farther away even the time when I dreamed dreams. And as I pull on my gloves, and straighten the latest "silly" hat, I glance down at Karen Susan, our soon to be five year-old. Our "little surprise" from a Heavenly Father who knew all the time the dreams of a foolish child who had to learn things like patience. Susan, in her black patent Mary Jane's, with little white gloves, a tiny purse over one arm, a doll baby usually clutched under an arm she's had the ruffles and the pinafores, but the new "shift" fashions some how seem to fit her personality better. And, while her hair is neither curly, nor long enough for pig-tails, the little girl bob some how fits that shade of brown, and with her hazel eyes, and a very sweet smile, she's still not too big to give an unexpected hug and kiss. And, when her brothers are in school, Susan and I have plenty of time for tea parties, time to make doll clothes, and if we do have to walk over and around the balls and bats, the trucks, the football shoes, and the bikes, somehow, just one tiny smile from Susan makes the sun shine brighter. We now live in an old house, not as big as it once was, in town. And, if once in a while the call of the country gets through to the boys, Susan and I maintain we like it in town. I'm sure the winter evenings would be far from lonesome anywhere with our gang around now, still, who knows what dreams are waiting? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/774845775e190b3b1e86abe3b38ca5e8.jpg 59095e8bad68d2ce86569efbd6f3f236 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 57 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Maybe someday curly haired Sharon and pig-tailed Rebecca, and little smiling Ann, will come to live with us, as did Jerry, Tom, Doug, and Susan. Somehow, I haven't thought of my dream children for a long time. For one thing, my heart is too full of the real-life children to spend much time thinking of what might have been. Which one of my three sons would I not have wanted to have, or could have done without? Not one! Because each of them, in their own, way, is such a wonderful gift from God. And each of them has such a large part of my heart. And, if our "little surprise', our most unexpected gift from God, had not come, I think, in time, I could have tucked all my dream daughters away. Tucked them away with a kiss and a sigh, to be sure, but away. Reality is such an unexpected thing, but when it comes, we thank God for both the reality and the ability to dream. For the loving care of a Heavenly father, who knows that the heart is blessed and warmed by the way our dreams go. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d5f1ae2c2061db6968f26e644cabdaf3.jpg 495de67d8f23f40fa92b5b398c59ecf5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 58 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Eleven HOLD FAST THESE THINGS The very things in life we cherish, are the most fleeting. Who of us has not yearned to be an artist, and portray a gorgeous sunset, or sunrise? Who has not yearned for the eloquence of a poet to describe a moment of pathos, tenderness, love, or hate? Yet, these moments are the most fleeting of our lives, and very few of us are a "Thoreau", a "Shakespeare", "DeVinci!" Most of us are simple folk, leading a complicated life, very small ducks in a very large river. How can we hold these intangibles - how can we share these unsharable moment of exquisite beauty, unquenchable desire, unbearable pain, if we do not first realize that these moments exist? When pursuing our every day vocations, we hurry to catch a bus in the rain, do we miss the rainbow in the other direction? With our minds full of "Get that train", "Tote that attache case," Lift that toll change", do we ignore the people closest to us? Are we, as housewives, fulfilling the creative urge of our children, when we scrub the floors, walls, the window, the clothes? Make the bed and light the light, Daddy will be home at 6:00 tonight! But, what about the children? Up at 8:00, breakfast, outside to play, clean up for lunch, take your nap, outside to play, take your bath, supper and so to bed, sleepy head. What a schedule for a pre-schooler - yet school days are not much better. With organized baseball, organized football, basketball, cub scout, boy scouts, brownies, girl scouts, 4-H, swimming lessons, dancing lessons, and ceramics, choir practice, and youth groups, the extra-curricular activities of many a grade school, or high school, student leaves no time for such mundane things as daydreaming, exploring attics (who has them?). cleaning cellars (who needs them?). Even mowing lawns - a good 50 cent per occupation in my youth has been vanquished by the power mower. Everyone has one of those, can't you tell on Saturday mornings? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/984399d1808ae22f73b00855234588b6.jpg cccf46b75c296e7f648f5f60a1b74ebf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 59 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl The frantic hustle, and bustle, of our everyday existence leaves little time for even a wish to do something creative! Yet, our whole being cries out for this. Some mark to make upon the world! Some influence felt by others to show - to prove that I exist! Perhaps it will never be a beautiful painting as the Mona Lisa, perhaps it will never be a Hoffman's Head of Chris, the Angeius. Perhaps not the children's Hour, "The Barefoot Boy", "The Ancient Mariner". perhaps not "Profiles in Courage". How then, can we, you and I, make an impression on the sands of time? Hold each fleeting moment of beauty. Guard it well, because it will not come again. This sunset will be like no other, and no other will ever be like it. Look out of your window some cold, winter morning, when there is a full moon. The shadows on the snow! the gray - blue - black of the sky, the stars are so close, and so large, and so bright! Every limb on each tree wears a powder-puff of snow. The frost has etched designs on the sun- porch windows! Walk outside. The snow glimmers, gleams, shines, crunches under foot. Your breath makes a halo around your head, like Santa Claus! Of course, to get the whole effect of this winter fantasy, you must get up early, very early, and you must not be going home, you must just have gotten up, because, otherwise, you will be tired and you will have seen too much, and done too much. But, in the morning, your mind is clean as the snow. You haven't yelled at the kids, fought with your husband, kicked at the dog. You have a whole , glorious, God-given day ahead of you! Enjoy it. Make it before the dogs start to bark, the cars start to idle, the kids start to yell, before the milkman cometh, also by yourself. Or, take a stroll in your own backyard, in the spring of the year. Come walk through ours with me. See the first violet there on the little bank, in front of the peony bushes. Their little stems are so short, too short to pick, leave them there, the fairies enjoy them too. The apple, and peach, trees have tight little buds, curled up like a mouse's ears. Soon, They will bloom, and the leaf out, with little parasols, the tulip and jonquil leaves look like little spears all lined up for battle. Look deep into each little clump of spears, the bud is curled up inside, waiting for the sun to get just a little warmer. One of our boys spent almost a half-hour, one spring, examining a single. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4876d9273c763c807b0aafe850c5bbf8.jpg 643f6efaea2ccc09dfe447d57e33c2c5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 60 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl jonquil from every angle. From one side he saw the jonquil, with a background of our tall, stately evergreen, so very green against such a blue sky. From another angle, he had as a background, the twisted, gnarly trunk of the mulberry, brown and bare, from yet another, he could see past the jonquil, the neighbor's yard, and then a field with a brown and white cow, slowly, and methodically, chewing her cud. I'm sure he saw all these things, because, after he left, I went out myself and down to a four year-old level (height wise) and I looked and looked, and looked. And I felt the southerly breeze, warm against my face, and was lucky enough to see a cardinal perched up in the evergreen. Maybe he'll never paint the pictures he saw there that day. By the time he's grown, he'll have forgotten. And I'm afraid I have not the talent, but oh, how I wish I had. ut, neither of us will forget. Someday, a scene will flit through his mind, very briefly, and a vague sense of having seen just one jonquil, before the "crowd of golden daffodils", against a green, green evergreen, against a blue, blue sky. Or, pet a small, furry kitten, just big enough to walk straight. Or, take a youngster to the zoo for the first time, when they're about four. Did you know elephants were so large, so huge, so just plain big! Or peacocks had so many different colors? Do you remember how the merry-go-round makes your stomach go down when you go up? Try it sometime! With a four year-old to remind you. We've seen it too many times, done it too many times. Walk in the summer dew, with little spider webs gleaming on the grass, walk barefoot so the grass can tickle those tired feet of yours. With civilization, and a Bath, instead of a "path", all those morning walks in the dew became unnecessary - what a shame! Pull a radish form the garden; don't worry about Strontium 90, or whatever, wipe the dirt on the backside of your jeans, chew like a bunny until you get to the leaves. rinse a few blades of crinkly lettuce off under the faucet if you must, but don't add any dressing. Put a little spoon of sugar down along the big vein of the leaf, wrap it tight and eat it. Good! Did you bring the one, big luscious strawberry in with you? Rinse if off, dip the end in the sugar bowl, hold it by the leaves and eat; eat it, all by yourself, and don't let the kids see you, or you'll have the sugar bowl to wash! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/baf233caa0ed517938078fa75a0ba6ff.jpg 55b5bbfe0c248700b2884fc5eb564008 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (63 ) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 61 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl These are the things that can instantly conjure up a picture in your mind, can make the sweetest perfume, can make you taste just one strawberry, can take any given number of years off anyone's age, and make them a child again. If. If we don't keep them too busy, make them too grown-up, too soon, steal from them the very things we should be giving them. Childhood, youth, and time to enjoy themselves. doing nothing, yet everything, filling the storehouse of their minds with all the beauty, joy, that sight, sound, smell, touch can bring, and then the awareness to enjoy. Hold these things fast. Next year, the eager six year-old will be a jaded seven year-old. The sunset tonight will be like no other, and no other will be like it. Look for the rainbow, it'll be there somewhere, it always is. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0a87a7e0447d7a974d7f329ab680f9ca.jpg 44788b5cfa51b1f05a898cdde037f543 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 62 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Twelve A Day Ends, Another Begins A day ended and another day begun. So she had taught herself to look at the complexity of this substance called "Life". up at 5:00 am, breakfast prepared for one, for two, for three, three more times before the four of them would leave; her first-born on a newspaper route, her husband, the other two boys, the little girl who always announced her presence at each day's, "Mommy, here me is!", and with her arms outstretched, a little actress beginning each day' performance with a smile on her impish little face. A day ended, another day begun - so has time marched across the pages of history, not in decades, generations, centuries, but as day's dawning, and the sun's setting, time and time again for all the days of creation, and even into eternity. The land that was here, will be here; the sea, the stars, and beyond, and we who are mortals , dare to presume, inflict our wishes, our fears, our demands upon our world as a child in a tantrum; kicking, hitting out, being hurt ourselves, and so, to solve our hurts, we seek to hurt others more. And, even as the child knows that more hitting and hurting really won't make him feel better, he thinks that in hurting someone else, it might. The tears, so sorely needed by children, and parents of our modern civilization, are not allowed to flow. No healing process is allowed. This kind of world we created in our time - the world we are leaving to you, the coming generation. With each day's downing, and sun's setting, we add to our world's problems of housing and food, we add misery to misery. May you, the new generation, use your time to the betterment of the world, to solve the unsolveable, to cure the incurable, to feed the hungry and house the homeless. As our Lord said, "If you have done it to one of the least of these, so ye have done it with me." Each day's dawning, each evening's sunset, even to eternity. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b3727674ae219755713b7a7e45003c23.jpg 719800079d512d660810f9045b91fc8b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 63 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Thirteen ONE WOMAN WRITES Today we all had coffee together. Janet, Verna, and I. Sometimes I feel we're the "Three Musketeers". We're not always of the same mind. But I do feel we have a kinship. Age, children who are contemporaries, maybe just three women who met. Certainly our backgrounds are not too similar. Age is certainly one factor. Our attitude toward age another similarity. Our children are close to the same age. At least three of Janet's and three of mine. One of Verna's and one of Janet's. We do go to the same church, PTA functions, etc. Anyway, our discussion today started over coffee as usual. It certainly got serious pretty quickly. How does one American housewife, Mrs. Average American Housewife, make herself known - her beliefs, her thoughts, her attitudes? How do you speak out against, or in favor of, politics, the Vietnam War - our teenage sons eventually facing the draft? How does one find the strength, and courage, to meet these issues. From where do we find our strength? Is our opinion of any value to anyone, save our families? The terrible circumstances of life in the late 1960's are certainly topics that should be dealt with on a different day than one like today. With the grass growing, the frogs singing in the creek beds, Verna hanging her wash on the line. Her cozy kitchen. But, on the other hand, what other kind of day could one bear to think of these things. Certainly not on a day of gloom and dreariness. Maybe God's answer to our questioning lies in the greening grass, the budding flowers, the peepers in the creek. Maybe the answer is one of hope and promise. The use of seedtime and harvest mentioned in the Old Testament. Maybe life goes on whether we are here, or not - whether we live and breath, and have our being. Our children will because of us. If the world we bequeath to them is the strife-torn, warring world, we've made it, and our parents made it then truly the sins of the parents will be visited, even to the sixth and seventh generation. With all the advances of civilization, we stall are living in a feudal era. Oh, the names might be different. We have the middle class, the upper class, the poverty stricken. We have http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a1d6c8450855165f1e28a0e9b61cfaba.jpg 2ae95a9958e15147dac2a98b9122c0cd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 64 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Advantages, and lack of advantages. But, how to solve the problems? We really wished we knew. To whom could we write? To whom protest? To whom congratulate? Where can we go? Where is the Utopia we could migrate to, to give our children freedom? Where can we go to give them peace? And, how crowded it would be with all the mothers of the world, wanting the same thing for their children! It seems so little really. A patch of blue, blue sky, a clothes line to talk over, the frogs in the creek, the sun shining brightly on a warm, warm March day, and, please, for every child, and every mother in the world. Please, may it one day be real. Amen. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/39995c760686c5ab2daf8a7c70c8ffc8.jpg ce81edde5f5e1bcd774b79d8925aabec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 65 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Fourteen A LIFETIME IN A SPLIT SECOND A person's lifetime is but a split second in the passing of time. As a single second can change a person's life - either for good, or not so good - so can a person's life change the course of the world, although, not the destiny of the world. We're sent here for a purpose. That purpose is two-fold. To do what we can to influence others to do good, and in so doing we justify our existence here, and prepare a way for ourselves in the world to come. A person has only to look at the beauty, and glory, of nature to realize that a power greater than ourselves, made this world. It was no accident. And, when the world is destroyed, again it will be no accident. God has had a plan for this old world of ours since it was created, just as a the teacher has a plan for a day's activity in school. As we grow older, we realize we cannot slow down the passing of time, and it seems to pass more and more quickly. At four, or five, a day is a year, a week is a lifetime, and it's forever until Christmas. At ten, or twelve, it goes more quickly, however, High School is so far beyond the grasp of so many children, at that age, that a high school student is old! A high school student thinks that twenty-five is practically aged. And, a twenty-five year-old mother, or father, of a tiny infant realizes that the cycle is starting over, and that they must take the responsibility and raise a child to be an adult. The years go so fast, and then the children are grown, the grandchildren come, and then the great-great children. All of this expires in a time so brief in the passing of time, and centuries, that it may well be called a "split-second". Grown-up adults are always faces with a decision. Parents are faced with decisions every day. Not just one either. Usually they are many. It's a difficult thing to be able to respond quickly enough to insure the right decision. The time for right answers comes but is gone. parents must be always on guard to make sure they answer the questions right, at the right time. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d3e3f28182da97792a9c72ef4a41b82.jpg 578d569d467b321f556d5b6edd0b941d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 66 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl There are people who spend their entire life being busy at nothing. They are so busy all the time, they never have a free moment for anything of pleasure, and still, their lives may not have left any impression upon the world. There are others who aren't so busy that they cannot take a few minutes, now and then, to revel in the white fluffy clouds, in the clear blue sky to laugh with a child at the antics of a pup, to listen to a baby gurgling and cooing in a basket, and be thankful for all these blessings. The blessing of sight, of laughter, and of - with the help of God - creation. People are so much inclined today to look at the material side of life, and to hurry with the hustle and bustle, of the work to gain a material bank account. Then, in a split second disaster, it is gone. We, who live in a powerful nation, militarily speaking, and who blind ourselves with our armies, and navies, against the thought of aggression with some other powerful nation, are helpless against the forces of nature - hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, etc. Our weather bureau is doing a fine job of predicting the weather so that proper precautions can be taken, to guard against the loss of lives, but the aftermath of a storm still reveals thousands, and sometimes millions, of dollars worth of damage to homes, school, factories, and places of other business. We are helpless against the fury of nature. In another respect, we are helpless against the love of God. a mother can remember times when their children ask for something and she, absent-mindedly, says yes, only to discover a few minutes later she's said "yes" to request to do something altogether different than she thought she had heard. A person can hear God speaking to them through beautiful music, through the lives of other good, conscientious, people, through a minister's sermon every Sunday, and still not realize what they are saying yes, or no, to. Until, in some instances, it's almost too late! You've heard people say, "Christianity is all right I guess - and when I get a little older!" They don't stop to think they may not get any older. A faith in Christ, and in God, isn't a punishment for old age. It's definitely not in the same category of white http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e5577b9e942c686e7c111461312a42e8.jpg bf097d3592306c01d1e231c1af1db921 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (69) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 67 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl hair, glasses and dentures. It's a guide for everyday living, right now. Today! There may not be any tomorrows for me, it's today I'm concerned with. The day you open your heart to God, and let him take over your life, is one of the most glorious days in your entire life. Suddenly, everything is just all right. You know, you just know it is. Indecision may have dogged your footsteps for months, perhaps years, but suddenly the whole world is so much more glorious than you ever thought possible! All that is needed is to open the door when God knocks, and be willing to do as he commands. If he wants you to do something, and you are willing, he'll show you the way. Be sure of that, and be sure it only takes a split-second. Very few people wait until middle-age to marry. Yes, marriage is a wonderful climax to a courtship of two people in love. Conversion is a climax between a God who loves his children, and the children who experience the ability to love more deeply than they thought possible. June, 1956 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e07fef47ed1e43ca57c66d55f6206a64.jpg 49948c95d06345552ecc5d657162c26b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (70) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 68 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl CHRISTMAS '64 I did the shopping in the store, with bells and bows and carols in the air; I did the tree, did the wreath for the door, wrapped the presents, baked the cookies and more - then, why didn't I find Christmas? We went to church, like I knew we would, saw the tree, heard the sermon, and the children's songs, taught the lesson, made the gifts, did all we could, lit the candles, went caroling, just like we should - then, why didn't we find Christmas? Up till three, the night before, Old Santa had nothing on me that night; Spent hours, and dollars, on wrappings so bright, sewed each little snap with a thread so tight - Maybe this will make Christmas? Up at seven, the day's begun, the wrappings are littered the room a mess; the toys are clattering, clamoring, chattering, hanging, shooting, clanging, hammering; TV's blaring , no one caring - Who would even hear Christmas? The day has ended, thank the Good Lord! The relatives have all been visited, the gifts bestowed - deplored? The three old wise men, of yore, had nothing on us, with gifts of frankincense, myrrh and gold - They started gifts of Christmas! Now it's all over for another year: Settle back in your easy chair, let the dishes whirl in a new machine; Life is so easy, now, without a care, of pots and pans, all that work - My aren't we glad for Christmas? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b35ecbe81c45e588f46b1864fe77dd78.jpg c01f81219918f5388ccfab0b49898564 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl(71) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 69 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl And, if your heart doesn't go a-flutter, at my rhyme, rhythm, poetry; Perhaps it's obvious at your house, with not a creature stirring, not even a mouse - You might have had Christmas! No decoration expensive, with bows so lavish, no tree, no tinsel, no bulbs so bright; with only a candle to brighten the night - with only a creche for decoration, on the table a Bible - with only these, you had Christmas? Tell me, my friend, now it's over and done, the New Year's bells are soon to be rung; The partying's over, the gifts are exchanged, the tree's dismantled, the rooms rearranged, tell me, my friend - What happened to Christmas? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b50e138ae9493ecec5cf866d770d89a6.jpg 648034a95cc6bc5ae4fabc12c22f895b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (72) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 70 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl NEVER IS FOREVER I walk in the silent rooms alone; the dust swirls at my feet; The one I loved is gone, Nobody's child am I, My youth, my past is gone. I walk in the silent rooms alone, the dust swirls at my feet; The silence echoes through these rooms, my memories bittersweet. How many years these walls have seen, Love and laughter linger here; Pain and sorrows there have been; The memories haunt and sear my empty heart. Nobody's child now am I, alone I must go on; My youth, my past they fly, and having flown, leaves like the down, my empty heart. My heritage surrounds me now, My life - by me all they stand; My manly sons, my daughter fair, Life's cycle moving , moving still, and I'm alone. Nobody's child I must remain. Through years of joy and pain; Through all of life with memories, never to feel again my Mother's love, her gentleness, nor hear her voice, nor see her smile, to feel her kiss, or her caress; Nobody's child and I'll forever be. Alone, I walk these empty rooms, the dust swirls around my feet; The silence echoes through the air, my memories bittersweet. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b5f0af23eaae4e996f4b35b8dad89e0f.jpg b1fac6c4a46eb545c654af5d0a5f9025 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (73) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 71 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl HAPPINESS Happiness is not a one-way street, Everyday there are trials to meet. When you are weary, And things just seem to go wrong. Just plan to greet it with a song! Rest and be thankful, Count all your blessings, Rest and be thankful, Count all your joys! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/708e5e236040efa61f432fcd2ce8730f.jpg 112de23ea454138ea80de0a3f9593661 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (74) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 72 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl A BABY'S SMILE A baby's smile, a sweet caress, Will give you pause for thankfulness, So look around you will find, All around you a halo of sunbeams! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/90981cbb019c666124ec3a47ba5d89c5.jpg 4c6b03048851cb1915fd599687d30d6f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (75) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 73 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl A MOTHER'S LOVE To Susie-Q from Mother (May 6, 1964) To my daughter - Karen Susan Today is a lovely spring day - 3 days before your birthday. In 5 days you will be 4 years old, and in the midst of the lovely, beautiful spring weather, your mother has the "blues", so to speak, and will write you a letter, I hope you never get. You see, in the midst of the beautiful spring, Mother's thoughts have been turning morbid (for me) thoughts. I waited so long for you Susie-Q, and do so want to see you grow up to become, a beautiful young lady, but sometimes, I get a little scared that I won't. You see Susie-Q, the world today is kind of funny. There are so many accidents, have been here in town even, that I never knew about when I was a child, maybe they were there and I didn't know, but anymore it seems there are so many accidents, and sicknesses, or diseases. All of these things are not pretty, my sweet, and your Daddy and I keep them from your brothers and you, which is how it should be, but sometimes things are too nice, too, and a person gets kind of worried , so today, I'm writing you a letter; to tell you how much I love you and all your your big brothers, and your Daddy too. Be the sweet, little girl you are now, all the rest of your life, "punkin"; remember how much you are loved, and will be loved in the times to come. Sometime in the future, your world of love and security may shake, but it won't fall apart, because the same God who made the birds, and the clouds, and the pretty green grass, and the kitty-kats, will still be loving you, and taking care of you, as he's taken care of Mommy and Daddy and the boys, and all the people who know, and love, you. So my little Susie-Q, daughter, be that good little girl. Keep reminding you big brothers, and your Daddy, how important love is, and all the hugs and kisses that go with it. Don't let them forget. And, next year, on your birthday, I'll write another letter, I hope, one you'll never receive, I hope. With all my love, You Mother http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1d0a4d649d1e3291e4915992111de028.jpg 542900c540cab7583b0750514fc4d60c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (76) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 74 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl LITTLE RUNT - A THANKSGIVING STORY BY DELLA LUTES Note: This story was found among Mother's journals. The name Della Lutes is believed to be her "pen" name. My father thought that it would be nice to include it in this collection, and I agree. Mother may, or may not, have included experiences and memories from her own childhood. This story may also, in fact, be the works of another writer and Mother may have copied it from something. Holidays in my childhood, some fifty years ago, in southern Michigan, were celebrated mostly by a foregathering of relatives and the generous consumption of good food. And so, on such holidays as fell in winter, the men tipped their chairs back against the wall of the front room, and swapped local history, while the women swung between the parlor bedroom, where they had laid their wraps, and sleeping children, and the kitchen, where they fell to and helped. Thanksgiving was the day of days for intimate family gatherings, and unstilted feasting. On Thanksgiving, my mother welcomed numbers; only numbers could provide suitable scope for her prowess as a cook. A young sow, once in early Fall, presented herself with a lively litter of thirteen husky pigs. All but the 13th! My father brought him into the house, scrawny, unable to stand on his little, spindling legs, blear-eyed, and pallid, and laid him on my mother's lap. "Runt", my father said succinctly. "Though maybe you'd like to put him in a little box or something". My mother placed an old apron on a chair, and laid "Little Runt" upon it. Then, she warmed some milk, stuck a finger in it, and let the little creature suck it off. This he did repeatedly until, satisfied and warmed, he feel asleep. In a few days, a bottle was substituted for fingers, and in a week, Little Runt not only had a chance, but was on way to normal pig life. He was given a small box near the kitchen door, and all day his contented grunts, and more demanding squeals, as mealtime http://66.213.124.233/files/original/85d3afd01d5c3a224c9686166548fca7.jpg d56a4f48d7f542e065cf3643110b4fe0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (77) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 75 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl grew near, were heard. I became my duty to dump the box, give him fresh straw, and see that he had water. "Fat him up," said my father eyeing Little Runt critically, "and we'll have him for Thanksgiving dinner. I've always wanted roast pig for Thanksgiving!" So, Little Runt was fed on sweet milk, fresh corn meal, and vegetables, and throve to a state of porcine beauty, beyond all rightful expectations, considering his early state. He tagged at my mother's skirts when she looked for eggs, and when she fed the hens, always sniffing at everything in his path, continually expressing his affection, gratitude and general satisfaction in life, with cheerful little grunts, or a high-pitched squeal. He allowed me to wash and scrub him until his skin was pink and smooth, and firm, and made no serious objection to the still-pink ribbon tied about his neck. With his little round-quirking nose, his small bright, watchful eyes, and his up-curled, wiry tail, Little Runt was a pig to be proud of. My father watched the process of his growth with evident approval. "going to look pretty good spread out on the dripping pan "long about the 29th!", observed my father, early in November. My mother made no reply, and, as for myself, I looked at my father with positive distaste. How could he be so cruel, actually smacking his lips at the thought of Little Runt spread out in a dripping pan! Poor Little Runt! I ran and grabbed him up, and held him, kicking, squealing, protesting, in my lap, glowering at my father as at an Ogre. "Just how," queried my father at another time, "do you make stuffing for roast pig?" For quite a few minutes my mother did not reply. The subject seemed to lack favor with her as it grew in the approval of my father. Surprised at her silence, he set his penetrating eyes upon her and said "Huh?" "Stuffing?", she repeated with apparent reluctance. "Oh, I make it 'bout the same as for turkey. Little more sage, maybe." http://66.213.124.233/files/original/07210374cbf62226298f9515adf89455.jpg 895f43c777b5ce6a0379f2f937a2d154 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (78) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 76 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl "Umm-mm", my father made pleasant reminiscent sounds in his throat, "Sage~! You picked the sage yet?" "Yes, " she replied, "long ago. Savory too, and all the herbs." "Put any onion in it?" "Yes," said my mother, shortly, "plenty of it!" And, then all of a sudden, Little Runt took to following my father about, his nose close to the heel of the man whose favor he seemed to think it vital that he should gain. At first, he was merely tolerated. "Get out of the way, you dad-rotted, blame little ole fool!" my father would exclaim, accompanying the admonition with a thrust of boot, designed to caution rather than to harm. But, within a short time, as Little Runt, with porcine stupidity, ignored his master's indifference, the companionship seemed to be encouraged. "Come along then , you old cuss fool." Father would invite lamentably, "you get underfoot and you'll get your tarnation nose knocked off!" And, into my father's voice crept an extra note of bravado when he referred to the succulent dish so soon to be served upon his plate. "You going to have anything besides roast pig?", he asked of my mother, in what was intended to be a casual tone. "Potatoes," replied my mother, "and squash, and boiled onions--." "I mean any - any other - meat?" He explained in a manner strongly hesitating for all of his forthright spirit. "I didn't know as just the - the pig 'a be enough." "Well," said my mother, judiciously, "I didn't know as 'twould be myself, seein' how your mouth's waterin' for it. So I thought I'd roast a turkey. Old Tom's good and fat." My father's face lightened "Maybe's well," he remarked, carelessly, "When you want him killed?" "Not yet, anyway", replied my mother, shortly, "You can kill him when you butcher the pig." http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3b1ee9865cc61059b40bbc99f790cf08.jpg d0b507cee66da3d16eba37f8a0971c86 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (79) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 77 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Abruptly, my father rose and went outside, where we heard him being vociferously greeted by Little Runt, with his won response made in loud and threatening, tones. My mother smiled with her eyes, but her lips wee tightly shut as she went on about her work of clearing away supper. After that my father talked loud, and often, of the Thanksgiving feast so rapidly approaching. He asked my mother if she was going to put a raw apple, or a cooked one, in Little Runt's mouth. With the imminent approval of the festal day, Father haunted the kitchen. He watched the filling of the cookie jars- gray stone for sugar cookies and a brown glazed one for molasses. He sampled each batch of doughnuts as it came from the kettle , and said they were not up to Mother's usual standards. He took, at my mother's invitation, repeated tastes of the mincemeat under preparation, and, with the air of a connoisseur, suggested the addition of wee bit more boiled cider, just a speck more of allspice, and finally, with a tentative glance at my mother's face, just a touch of brandy. Adding and mixing and stirring and tasting, together they brought the concoction to, what both were satisfied, was a state of perfection! Two days before Thanksgiving, my father beheaded Old Tom, filled the big brass kettle with boiling water, scalded and plucked him. the wing tips were cut off whole for brushing the hearth, and the tail feathers were finally gathered up and tied together in the form of a duster. He was then handed over to my mother, with the somewhat ostentatious remark, "There"s you turkey. I'll fetch the pig in tonight. Stub Obart's goin' to butcher him for me." As for my father, there was no understanding him. He had seemed, especially in the last few weeks, to love Little Runt. He had fondled him, scolded him, even called to him when not in sight! He scratched his back, and now he talked callously about cutting off his head. After supper that night he set off with Little Runt, squealing, kicking, protesting, in a box in the back of the prong, (a type of sleigh) it having snowed during the day. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d0e44e51f1d24c33e62730dea27c14b9.jpg f57484d3996fc38ba100a781123a83e7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (80) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 78 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl My mother and I sat close together by the evening lamp, she mending, I playing half-heartedly, with paper dolls. Our ears were strained to catch - in imagination only - the shrill cry of fear and pain, our eyes seeing crimson splotches on the sweet new snow . Along about 9:00, my father returned. "Where you want him?", he called lustily. "Put him in the cellar," my mother replied, "on the bench." She did not rise, she made no inquiries. She took me off to bed and sat with me until I slept. The little pig's carcass was brought up as soon as breakfast was over, and, at the sight of it it, I burst into tears and fled the kitchen. Time is no respector of emotions, and as the hours wore on, the tempo of activity increased. Potatoes were pared and left in a kettle of cold water. My father brought a huge Hubbard squash up from the sand pit in the cellar, and broke it into small pieces with an ax. He was not a handy man when it came to household procedures, but on this day he seemed unusually eager to make himself useful. At 2;00, we were all seated around the the board, the turkey, his crisp , juicy skin bursting here and there in the plenitude of his stuffed insides, before my mother at one end of the table, and the rosy brown, crackling-coated, well-rounded porcine frame before my father. The little pig's legs, now untied, squatted wantonly beneath his well- padded hams and shoulders, his golden body crouched upon the plate. Father, holding the knife above the riddled carcass, said with odd gusto, "Now, Missy, I'm going to cut you a nice juicy slice." My mother, struggling to control herself, said, "I don't care for any, thank you," and burst into tears. We all, with no accord, turned to look at her, the guests in astonishment, I, with streaming eyes and sobbing breath, and my father in consternation and apparent anger. "Well," he said, with what would seem to be a righteous indignation, "I was waiting to see if you was goin' to show some signs of feeling, 'Missy. Wait a minute." http://66.213.124.233/files/original/00a310f6e112a8801b63899af6f65afc.jpg ba77ba7bad8eac90ee4577c39b3fcc91 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (81) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 79 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl He threw down his napkin, shoved back his chair, dashed through the kitchen, snatched his hat from a nail, as he went all, it seemed, in one whirlwind of motion, his guests staring after him in rooted amazement. My mother wiped her eyes, and a shamed voice, said, "It was Little Runt. I fed him by hand - he t-tagged us around - I didn't see h-how he could - I d-don't know what he's up to." But her tearful, broken apology was interrupted by a confusion of the strangest sounds - a mingling of sharp, staccato squeals, the innervoice of a struggling pig, snuffles, and grunts, my father's voice raised in affectionate abuse, the back door opening. "Hol' your tongue, you tarnation fool-cus" - there he was, white hair flying hat awry, and in his arms, leg kicking snout wrinkling, small pink body squirming, was - sure as you live - Little Runt! "There!" said my father, wheezing a bit from exhaustion, "Now what you think?" Every chair had been pushed back. Food was cooling on the plates. I had flown from my chair to greet Little Runt and pull into my lap. "Why!", cried my mother gasping. "What - where - ?" "Well," said my father, flinging off his hat and smoothing hair and beard and beaming with satisfaction in his own exploits, "when I saw you [addressing my mother] were really bent on having roast pig for dinner [my mother lifted hands, opened her mouth, and remained silent], I figured I'd have to fix it some way to save Little Runt's hide. You see, [he now turned to his dumb-founded guests] this was the runt we raised by hand, and he took to following me around, so when it came time, I didn't have the heart to - so I took one of Stub Obart's instead." Then, with a swift turn from the still silent table, he addressed the contented, adventuring pig. "Come along now," he said, and executing a flank movement, caught Little Runt by his hind leg and hoisted him to his arms, admonishing him sonorously. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/70773aa536c24b2daddf86d7bf78522c.jpg 475cea18acae60a8ddbbaf858ebcf0b6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (82) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 80 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl "Thanksgiving for you all right, you fool runt, but hogs don't celebrate it in the house.", and, in an uproar of squeals and protesting kicks, Little Runt was born away. "Lije," said Uncle Frank, in his absence, "always was a sentimental old fool!' "Let me", urged my mother, politely ignoring the remark, "give you some more turkey." And so, as far as I can remember, Little Runt lived to a fat old age and died in his pen. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/84eea11c4d5e1515678c8bea3948565f.jpg 253bde0e68441eee6a319e6853020124 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (83) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 81 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl "My Manuscipts" A HISTORY OF THE STORIES I have tried to calculate approximate dates that these journals were written. Through the content of my mother's journals, and research done by my father, I have determined these dates to be as follows: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES: My grandfather, Douglas Gorsuch, died in 1943. It is not known when my mother wrote this story. Perhaps it was sometime in the late sixties, following the death of her father, Harold Roof, in 1968. HAPPY BIRTHDAY: Mother wrote this sometime in 1962. My great-grandmother, Minnie Gorsuch, passed away in 1961. MY OUTSIDE INTEREST: Mother wrote this story during the summer of 1962. IN BETWEEN DAYS: This story would have been written sometime during the Spring of 1968. Grandpa Roof passed away on March 7, 1968 A LETTER TO MR. BISHOP: This letter would have been written late 1968, or early 1969. WHO AM I?: This story was written in March, 1966. WHERE IS HOME?: According to the time frame that Mother speaks about, it appears that this story was written in the Fall of 1968, following the death of my Grandfather that prior March. MY ROOM: this story was written sometime during 1968. THE KISS: This story is fiction. I have spoken with my father about the times that I was now aware of, and it appears that she may have been writing from the perspective of what she wished for her children. The most amazing thing about this story is that we http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed224ac996d6dc8a1ab0bf156932d85f.jpg 3be2985fb02b10fa6650593cfab1c410 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (84) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 82 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl really did sit in the living room, following her death, and felt much of the feelings that she described. We had not yet found these journals, and when we did, after reading them realized how eerie it was that she could almost foresee such a thing. The date that this was written was probably sometime during 1969 or 1970. Footnote: My oldest brother, Jerry (William) did marry a wonderful woman named Barbara Jo, and they have three beautiful daughters, Jessica Loraine, Jennifer Marie and Joslyn Dyann. My brother Tom (David) also married a wonderful woman Barbara Jean, and they have two beautiful daughters, Lindsay Anne and Loren Lea. My brother Doug (Patrick) married a woman named Kathy and they had a daughter named Amanda Lynn. Kathy and Doug later divorced and he re-married. His wife's name is DiAnna, and they have the first grandson, Gerald Kenneth Douglas Crowl (we call KC - he is blessed with two of his grandfather's names, Gerald and Kenneth and his father's). I, Karen (I go by Susan) was married and have no children. My husband and I also divorced. I have not remarried as of this writing. SO IT GOES IN DREAMS: According to the ages of myself, and my brothers, my mother would have written this sometime in the spring of 1965, shortly before my 5th birthday, which is May11. HOLD FAST THESE THINGS: This story must have been written in late 1969, or early 1970. Mother speaks of dancing lessons and that is when I was taking Ballet lessons with a friend of mine. I would have also been the last one in Grade School. A DAY ENDS, ANOTHER BEGINS" It is difficult to determine when this was written. The reference is made to our approximate ages so I am guessing that it was in the early 1960's. ONE WOMAN WRITES: Mother references in this story that it was written in the late 1960's. Her friends that she writes about were very dear to her. Janet passed away http://66.213.124.233/files/original/21fac32a92d92f13a99396610b2cec16.jpg f323ec185da21e91239a1d6f022c50ee Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (85) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 83 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl many years ago, after my mother had died, and Verna is still alive and living in the same area. A LIFETIME IN A SPLIT SECOND: The date is know because Mother wrote it on a notepad with the date at the top. This is the only time that she had dated anything and the date written was June, 1956. CHRISTMAS '64: I do not know if Mother wrote this following Christmas, 1964 or if she wrote it later, remembering Christmas. NEVER IS FOREVER: Mother wrote this poem sometime following the death of my Grandmother, Edith Roof. Grandmother passed away July 7, 1970. HAPPINESS and A BABY'S SMILE: These are both poems that were found with these journals. It is not known when they were written. A MOTHER'S LOVE: This is a very personal letter that was found in the folder with these journals. I cried the first time that I read it, and I have cried each time after. I have included it with these journals because I feel that it is important to k now all of mother's feelings to fully understand her, and who she was. I hope that you, the reader, see the love that is there. I named it myself because I feel that she loved me so much, and this was her way of showing me that love, even though she hoped I would never see it. 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Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "My Manuscripts" The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Subject The topic of the resource Local History--Sunbury--Delaware County--Ohio Personal Narratives--Loraine Roof Crowl (1931-1975) Description An account of the resource From the Introduction of "My Manuscripts, the Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl,": "I have compiled these journals in a book form, so that my mother's dream of someday becoming an author can finally come true...I have learned a great deal about the mother I lost at such a young age of 15. She was only 43 years old, a whole lifetime ahead of her." 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Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 top photo P. M. Lybarger, County Superintendent bottom photo Superintendent Victor Geiger Page Ten http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4eba48627689e6167f672fb99e8c4190.jpg 9255764d256156db594258c659fd6c3c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 BOARD OF EDUCATION photo W. H. Campbell, Pres. C. A. McCaughey, Clerk. F. D. Bennett. A. O. Griffith. F. W. Bennett Page Eleven http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a859e36587de83c868ca8d8bb672c383.jpg fddd8d169333d3fda727641d32393a2d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of Le Zoar 1916 photo of Big Walnut Creek Page Twelve http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b9efdaa8411c6bc0cf07636d1390bd41.jpg d532fc2f55c40ffc4bb840bc57b37b7a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of Le Zoar 1916 Faculty F. A. Dye, Principal. Anna L. Shane, Assistant to Principal. Kathleen Cherry, Domestic Science and Music. Marie Spiegal, Grammar and Art. Madge Budd, Intermediate. Page Thirteen http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eb0f35f3c730a2cc757c1408859b2dff.jpg 9c11264e2e2fd8d53354824faa733169 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Principal F. A. Dye Anna L. Shane Kathleen Cherry Page Fourteen http://66.213.124.233/files/original/10f72ce82983c977d3c4237b3a209d6c.jpg 41a873a4782d784ab3b40447014dff7f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of Le Zoar 1916 Marie Spiegal Madge Budd Pearl Wise Page Fifteen http://66.213.124.233/files/original/99054b087f2f99763ffce5cacd1e37c2.jpg 29010ea7790b5440eb7201469c66d317 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of Le Zoar 1916 Editorial "What's writ is writ, would it were worthier, " said Byron, when he sent the copy of Childe Harold to the publishers. Now that the annual is finished, we sympathize with him in his senti- ment. We feel that our friends and many others may wish a glimpse into our school life, so we have endeavored to set forth somewhat of its work and pleasure in these little sketches devot- ed to the interest of G. H. S. The annual is distinctly a school pa- per, and tends to enliven the school spirit. Each one is urged to contribute, thus leaving the work to no particular person or a chosen few. We hope this, the first effort in such a publication, may be pleasing to all our readers. We owe it to the school to ex- ert ourselves to the utmost to make this annual a success, and a credit to our high school. * * * We also take this space to express our appreciation to the Business men and friends who have so generously contributed to make its success. Page Sixteen http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7458b5e8e3ee4bc17235591303c458c6.jpg 25a78e1c0eb26a8f822b2d1406733d2e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 SenIORS EVOLUTION OF A SENIOR 1. PRIMARY GRADES Mamma's Baby leaves home for the first time. En- joys it and carries home stories of the nice teacher and the pretty blocks of wood. 2. INTERMEDIATE GRADES Three years older. Our hero writes his first note to the blushing, little damsel across the aisle. Les- sons have no attraction for him and he wishes that school might keep for twenty-four hours instead of six. 3. GRAMMAR GRADES All traces of the love affair gone. He hates her. His time is spent in mastering Arithmetic and Gram- mar, and playing pranks behind the teacher's back. He emerges from this captivity with his promotion card to High School and his breast heaves with pride. 4. FRESHMAN A poor miserable worm in the dust, imposed upon by everybody, our hero dons his first pair of long trousers and gets a pompadour hair-cut, while a big, brass G. H. S. pin proudly adorns the lapel of his coat. He manages to get by some way and comes out much wiser and much riper than he was in the beginning. SOPHOMORE One down and three more to go. He is on the teams and just in everything. Our hero has his first date and commences to stay out late at night - EIGHT O'CLOCK! JUNIOR Oh, year of all years! He is a man now, or at least thinks he is. He still plays the game, attends all of the parties, and in general runs the whole school - that is, he tries to do it. SENIOR Dignity and Scholarship are his watchwords. He walks with a stately tread at he goes from class to class. He is admired by all, especially the Fresh- men. Commencement comes with its usual hub-bub and roar, and finally our hero is thrown out in a cruel, cold world to eke out his existence. Page Seventeen http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4561bf7035dbaa0354abee5ddb8bddb5.jpg f4ff371a3dc7eb31aecdb0f551592fdb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of Le Zoar 1916 Anna C. Smith "Tiptoe Girl No. 1" Hit this world at Berlin July 13, 1898. Her school career and Galena has been exceedingly quiet - the most terrible thing she has ever done is to get a demerit. Student at G. H. S. four years. Leta Mary Curtiss "Tiptoe Girl No. 2" Quietly and peacefully increased the population at Galena Sept. 11, 1897. She, too, has been quiet and peaceful ever since. Student at G. H. S. four years Page Eighteen http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8316d54c66758aa008ce5df2b0c04561.jpg 0d7ce50dd95b7180a056e86ac696c1e1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (21) Subject The topic of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Organization * * * Anna Smith - President Leta Curtiss - Secretary Page Nineteen http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ddb52ac54c89b2ed9fbf3db1926c6fe7.jpg c1373eb79542d5653d5c8c1f2bd01e02 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 History of the Class of '16 Designated as Freshmen we entered G. H. S. in '12. The class consisted of four very energetic members, as follows: Lillian McWilliams, Leland Morris, Leta Curtiss, and Anna Smith. The two former students left our ranks during this year. We soon became acquainted with the fact that it was difficult for us to succeed in ridding ourselves of the emerald hue. We were compelled to overcome the difficulties of Latin, under the instruction of Mr. A. J. Lerch. In Algebra, under Mr. Baldwin, we were taught to in- vestigate why we do this or that. This way was very interesting as we were developing the "thoughtful method." As Sophomores, we came into existence with two members in '13. There was nothing of very much importance happened for a while, as each one was very busy learning the fundamentals of life. We stored up a great amount of knowledge during this year from Cicero's Orations, under the guidance of Mr. Geiger. We were also enveloped in the dark mysteries of Geometry and General History. We were honored with parts in "Uncle Ephraim's Sum- mer Boarders" during this year. Then we were promoted to the much higher rank - Juniors - and had the pleasure of requiring respect from the Sophomores. During this time we heard the following rumor, concocted by two of the teach- ers: "I tell you, us teachers hain't got no snap of a job if we calculate to learn them kids anything." (If this statement is doubted, do not believe it.) We be- came acquainted with Miss Shane, a very excellent teacher of Caesar, during this year. We were offered a course in German under Mr. Close, which proved very beneficial. Also the unknown problems of Book-keeping were made known to us. In the Col- lege Play, "The Freshman," we were again given parts owing to our ability along this line of work. "Ducemus, alii sequantus." The three prime fea- tures of the "Class of '16" that have made us lead- ers in everything we have undertaken, are as fol- lows: First, we are by all means the best class that ever entered G. H. S.; second, we know that we are the best; third, everyone else knows that we are the best. So, you see this makes the "Class of '16" a grand and glorious success. "Qualis non Quantus." Now, dear underclassmates, we realize the honor and festivities you have bestowed upon us, and wish to express our thanks to you, girls of G. H. S., for the pleasant time accorded us at Miss Helen Camp- bell's residence. Commencement Day will soon be at hand, the day which has served as the goal through the four long years, and the promise of the wonderful sheepskin has kept us in the straight and narrow path of good, hard study, especially in Virgil and Physics. But now a sigh passes over this class, partly because of relief and partly because we have learned to love old G. H. S. and do not part with its fond memories lightly. Page Twenty http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5443eb510584276e6db1d5ba3ad2b340.jpg fc1e77d2a396cb1689e92ceb51500d80 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Sketch of Juniors on a throne with SOPHS kneeling before them Page Twenty-one http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5359b390f3aa6ab3a20ae0139c4f8241.jpg 0fd83ad21f2f92dfa18784322baf185c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 The Junior Class History The largest and most brilliant class of G. H. S., the Juniors, entered High School as Freshmen in 1913. We were seventeen bashful, little folks whom Professor Geiger had to protect from Seniors, and teach at the same time. However, by the time we were ready to enter our Sophomore year we had overcome all this timidity, (so we thought). At this time Miss Shane and Mr. Close took charge of us, Miss Shane teaching Latin and English, and Mr. Close History and Mathema- tics. This was a very eventful year with our first track meet and oratorical contest. We survived all this, however, and came back in September ranking as Juniors. There were a few changes this year, as we had opened the Domestic Science Department, with Miss Wildermuth, and later Miss Cherry, in charge; also Mr. Dye had taken the place of Mr. Close. To learn more of the Junior Class just read care- fully this annual, which will give you a further idea of our brilliancy. LUCY EKELBERRY, Historian, '17. Page Twenty-two http://66.213.124.233/files/original/01d5cc30f8c1522561839d407c35f9b2.jpg c52c3557b90d89ac1920911302d89239 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Class photo Organization Florence Marriott - President Ellis Ulrey - Vice President Florene Schirtzinger - Secretary-Treasurer Page Twenty-three http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4709ad74d7f0d58fda6feaffe24793aa.jpg 2813eb750d20f074d71cd02787e103ec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 The Sophomore Class History * * * And it came to pass, after we had been promoted from the eighth grade, that we entered High School and were called Freshmen. Our faces showed signs of much fear and darkness, for, at first, we felt out of place. And those in the Algebra Class went before Prof. Close, and those in the Latin and Rhetoric Classes before Miss Shane. Likewise those in the Physical Geography and Botany Classes before Miss Spiegal, whose "decide for yourself" angered the members of the class. And when we received our grade-cards, some were delighted, while some were discouraged. And those who had grades above ninety escaped the exams, while the others toiled hard trying to keep up with their class. And at the end of the term we all came through successfully and were promoted to the next class. And we were called Sophomores. And this was now our second year. And Prof. Dye took all those of the Ancient His- tory and Geometry Classes unto him and is "How's and why's" were disliked by all. And, again, Miss Shane took all those of the Caesar and Rhetoric Classes into her power. And this year was harder than our first. And Miss Shane said, "Let them translate one chapter of Caesar a day and bring to class two themes per week." Then the spirit said, "Let them elect a president of their class, who is now Everard Ulrey, and organize a basketball team, and also to compose the baseball, track, and debat- ing teams." After we had done this, the spirit left, assuring us that our remaining two years would be successful. HOYT LEE, G. H. S., '18, Historian Page Twenty-four http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ee3b4b0a6a7718d5b380f5a7ae77c822.jpg ae7c4fb79924bab3144821d8f402cdbb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Organization Everard Ulrey - President Kenneth Platt - Vice President Hoyt Lee - Secretary Page Twenty-five http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1ce7135e7cd9ab01e989a64ea4271d35.jpg e6a62afc32575549745c4d1133dca617 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of Le Zoar 1916 The Sophomores * * * Hurrah for the Sophomores of G.H.S.! You'll admit that they're the best, Such a class is hard to find, Small in number, but great in mind. * The Sophs are the best class in the school, Always obeying every rule, They always get their lessons, too, Without using ponies as others do. * Although the Sophomore class is small, It has its president, vice president, secretary and all Who are needed to make a class worth while, The best you'll find for many a mile. KENNETH PLATT. Page Twenty-six http://66.213.124.233/files/original/357737996d8efcf4535f91949b2fa643.jpg a2f6425f79e36cb07ef1d3bd2d6b37de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 FRESHMEN EVERGREENS sketch of pine trees on hillside Page Twenty-seven http://66.213.124.233/files/original/05e1419aa1c994de74766533d4917fc9.jpg 361268238b097832ef218bab27ae86fa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 The Freshman Class History * * * The greater number of our members first united as a class while in the seventh grade, in 1914. There were four scholars in this class. In September, 1916, on our entering High School, six new members joined our ranks. This Freshman Class is composed of ten studious members. At the beginning of the year they elected Leona Smith president, and Clyde Cunningham secretary. The members of this class have reigned supreme, not only in studies, but in athletics. We are all going to be promoted to a higher class, called Sophomores, and will be helpful to the digni- fied members of the Freshman Class. When we reach this class we will take up the following stud- ies: Geometry, Caesar, Ancient History, and Eng- lish. The Freshman Class, as a whole, is very am- bitious and is bound to succeed. President, LEONA SMITH. Vice President, WESLEY BENNETT. Secretary, CLYDE CUNNINGHAM. Treasurer, DELMAR BEARDSLEE. Page Twenty-eight http://66.213.124.233/files/original/91f359fe5af740ee3eb1a95a6c09cfe0.jpg 9a51379ad4a210e9590c84a1d05b583d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Organization Leona Smith - President Wesley Bennett - Vice President Clyde Cunningham - Secretary Delmar Beardslee - Treasurer Page Twenty-nine http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a3db9bbf5ae50b487b55d8da7c87d697.jpg ff1a34d61a32830b5e5412f855c1a144 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 GRAMMAR GRADES page Thirty http://66.213.124.233/files/original/416ad00af5439513ea381dec6778a107.jpg 4b68539b6f6a426c298af12d371a9684 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 31 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 INTERMEDIATE GRADES PRIMARY GRADES Page Thirty-one http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e84b2546f23b975ee76e574e82872bfd.jpg f47501e98779f44bf6a768643a26495d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of Le Zoar 1916 Spring * * * Spring is here! Spring is here! The most glorious time of all the year. The birds are singing their sweetest songs Outside the door, until the schoolboy longs To be outside, where, free from care, He can roam and wander everywhere. In Spring the trees and grasses grow, Awakened by the warm sun's yellow glow; The wild flowers, too, begin to appear, the most beautiful parts of Springtime, dear; And the children run together then more and more, Until the school bell rings, and their fun is o'er. The hurrah, for Spring! I say, do you hear: The most glorious time of all the year. Then everyone is happy and gay, Singing and laughing the livelong day. So here's to Spring and Spring's joys, too, When everyone's happy, and no one blue. KENNETH PLATT. Page Thirty-two http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5aeb6243c4cfa8a49b690042f0ccc97c.jpg 3bfe53eaa23959957d3d2c5309cdf07d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Activities sketch of a cheerleader Page Thirty-three http://66.213.124.233/files/original/70c60e9413c01578783033c1e3b3e118.jpg b133f5ad6d7cb1966c9cb6b6aeb25f2f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of Le Zoar 1916 Clionian Literary Society * * * National Literary Society Page Thirty-four http://66.213.124.233/files/original/173822dee85eeb8007c2a55851e0f6a4.jpg 53ce3ad67c70e1e7dbb2acddbeafce6a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 35 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Orchestra * * * Domestic Science Club Page Thirty-five http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4ec536d5369b4822552b0b90000aadfa.jpg ebd2f33813c4a78b178ff8ebf40e4f7e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 36 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Affirmative Team Ostrander, 3; Galena, 0. Negative Team Galena, 2; Powell, 1. Page Thirty-six http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e3ed6a1f00d57cc825e8814aacfc59d3.jpg 3ec61ba9465165e02eff8b9b7f3f2d78 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 37 of Le Zoar 1916 Track Team Schedule 1916. May 6 - Galena vs. Berlin, at Berlin. Galena 66, Berlin 50. May 13 - County Track Meet at Powell. Page Thirty-seven http://66.213.124.233/files/original/df92888b4c2155d3276fcf07017559eb.jpg e356cff1bb92e519a804a94afd756558 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 38 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Athletics at G. H. S. Galena has had a number of good athletes in pre- vious years, although the school never entered a track meet until the one held at Ashley, May 8, 1915. At first we thought we had no show at all, but, after practicing vigorously and comparing reports from other schools, we changed our minds. Machines were provided by means of which the participants and their friends were taken to Ashley. Each vehicle seemed to be vying with the others for first honors in the procession of pennants, stream- ers, and artistic decorations. Enthusiasm ran high, as the songs and yells plainly signified. The first events, or the runnings, we lost out in, but in the others we made up enough so that, after the report was made, we came out second, beating our nearest rival, Sunbury, by one point. This year the track meet will be held at Powell, over which we won in the debating contest, two to one, and we ex- pect more than ever to bring home the cup, not only because we feel more experienced, but also be- cause our athletes are doing better. Baseball at Galena has been the main sport for a number of years, but the last year or so we did not get to play any games, except during the summer vacation. The games were as follows. In 1914 we played Sunbury, Summit St., and Westerville once. Each of the games ended in victory for Galena High. In 1915, we played Westerville twice and Center Village. Westerville beat us both games, but we came out victorious over Center Village. This year we expect to play more games than ever and with a better team. Football has never been played at Galena High only as a rough-and-tumble game. The fellow with the ball tries to get through the line by any method and there is usually a great deal of quarreling. The best athletes do not like this way so we do not try the game. Basketball is a new sport at Galena High and has only been played during the fall of 1915. Two games were played by the Juniors vs Sophomores and Freshmen which ended in defeat for the latter. This game is liked very much by both the boys and girls and will be played more in the future. Page Thirty-eight. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5c52203649b7f5f922be205f76bc5957.jpg 6144c6c46e61613bafc52db9a6b94c7e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 39 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 100-Yard Dash Galena Rooters Ulrey Clearing the Bar at 9 Feet Page Thirty-nine http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c7c85acee2b27266d998578250674d31.jpg 7e67a90668a89111315b815a55ed8df0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 40 of Le Zoar 1916 School Yells * * * S . . . . . . . . . . Boom, Hooray! Galena! Locomotive. S . . . . . . . . . . 'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah! Galena High! Galena High! 'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah! Galena High! Galena High! 'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah! Galena! G! G! G! G! A! A! A! A! L! L! L! L! E! E! E! E! N! N! N! N! A! A! A! A! Galena! Team 'Rah! Team 'Rah! 'Rah! Rah! Team! Whickety Whack! Crickety Crack! Galena High is on the track! Wahoo! Koo Kix! G. H. S. 1-9-1-6! V I C T O R Y! Did we get it? Well I should guess! We belong to the G. H. S. Page Forty http://66.213.124.233/files/original/52a48e5003d7dd52ee3ed0e11fa9fe17.jpg 90606985c9f2973fef4535c31b1b7bce Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 41 of Le Zoar LE ZOAR, 1916 6 photos of various activities About School Page Forty-one http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b11940f1fdb8fe2d17ce110aa1578dae.jpg 818ed8289e34eda6f9fba13952595dae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 42 of Le Zoar 1916 School Songs * * * Galena will shine tonight, Galena will shine! When the sun goes down and the moon comes up Galena will shine! Three cheers for old Galena, For Galena High. Now all together - Smash them and break through. 'Gainst Galena's warriors They can't compete; Three cheers for Old Galena, Who knows no defeat! Oh we are such a jolly set, Heigho! Heigho! Heigho! Heigho! For we have won from all we met, Heigho! Heigho! Heigho! Chorus: G. H. S. G. H. S.! Yes, Yes, Yes, Galena High! Galena High! G. H. S. G. H. S.! Yes, Yes, Yes, For Old Galena High! Heigho! Heigho! Galena High! Heigho! Heigho! Galena High! G. H. S. Oh! we'll all stand by Our Old Galena High. You'll always find us just the same, Heigho! Heigho! Heigho! Heigho! We're doing our best to be of fame, Heigho! Heigho! Heigho! Heigho! Page Forty-two http://66.213.124.233/files/original/763693f7ba39a17e14ebba9686e20e76.jpg 24ea86d406370498765fe111e62e806a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 43 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 6 scenic photos About Town Page Forth-three http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3ff6192d8c72a2d77fc40e55ca40db6b.jpg b5bb6a4d8d93db299bf56927f4ba2dac Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 44 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 Dramatics at Galena * * * The Grades of Galena Public Schools Present "The Smuggleman" May 19-20, 1916 DRAMATIS PERSONAE A. Herald - Bernard Griffith Toots - a naughty boy - Allen McMahon Billy - a good boy - Frank Shockley Toots' Mother - Grace Platt Billy's Mother - Marsella Parmer Sunflower, a fairy guard - Harold Barcus Hildegarde, a singing fairy - Alice Cornell The old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe - Ruby Dixon The Fairy Queen - Hazel Powell The Smuggleman - Harrison Johnson Mothers, Grandmothers, Boys, Horses, Knights, Fair- ies, Gnomes, Mother Goose Characters, Etc. Act I - Garden of the Mothers in the morning. "The Goblins and The Ghostly Glide" "Charlie Chaplin's Comic Capers." Act II - The same at evening. The High School of Galena Presents "A Perplexing Situation," May 22-23, 1916 DRAMATIS PERSONAE Mr. Middleton, who is inclined to be miserly - Sheldon McCaughey Mrs. Middleton, his patient wife - Audrey Bennett Tom Middleton, his son - Kenneth Platt Jessie Middleton, his eldest daughter - Florence Marriott Sue Middleton, his second daughter, Leona Smith Lucy Fair, a niece whom he has adopted, Florence Schirtzinger Maud, a friend of the family - Gladys Shannon Mrs. Nosie, a neighbor who likes to investigate mysteries - Marie Mulzer Alexander Wilson, Jessie's young man, Hoyt Lee Mary, the Irish servant - Lucy Ekelberry Fritz, the man of all work - Delmar Beardsley Uncle Epitumas, from way up country, who has come down to look about a spell - Dwight Powell Health Officer - Clarence Smith Act I - The Middleton Home in the morning. "Scarecrows A-Roaming." "The Whirling Dervishes." Act II - The same in the afternoon. Mock Commencement. Page Forty-four http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5de05c46810fba8ac0d11e5d32020b7d.jpg 6ebeebee62df38d3210bf576f0aeaf98 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 LOCALS A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it CALENDAR SEPT. 6 - Everybody comes back happy. SEPT 8 - We all settle down to work. SEPT. 24 - Rome Fair. No school. OCT. 7 - High School entertains the Freshmen at Mr. Ellsworth Bennett's. Everybody rides the goat, including the teachers. OCT. 14 - The Virginians. OCT. 30 - Annual Hallowe'en Party. NOV. 24 - Thanksgiving recess commences. We get a much-needed rest. NOV. 29 Back to work again. DEC. 22 - Senior Reception at Helen Campbell's. "We all cut and go." DEC. 28 - Christmas vacation commences. The us- ual exchange of hard-tack candy and Christ- mas jewelry with the teachers. JAN. 3 - Christmas vacation ends. A few new leaves have been turned over. JAN. 12-13-14 - Exams. Some enjoy a vacation while others sweat. JAN. 19 - Dr. Frank Bohn. FEB. 3 - Ross Crane. FEB. 18 - Annual Interscholastic Debates. We whip Powell, at Powell, 2 to 1, but Ostrander turns the trick on us, 3 to 0. MAR. 13 - Tom Hendricks. APRIL 11 - The Beverleys. APRIL 17 - Track training commences. Everybody stops smoking. MAY 6 - Track meet with Berlin. Berlin trounced 66 to 50. MAY 13 - County track meet. MAY 19-20 - "The Smuggleman." MAY 21 - Class sermon. MAY 22-23 - High School play. MAY 24 - Annual art exhibit. MAY 25 - Recognition and Promotion Day. Final Chapel. Track men get their letters and we all bid the Seniors good-bye. MAY 26 - Commencement. JUNE '3 - Alumni banquet. Page Forty-five http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ced81646b171ae88917a1a16170592aa.jpg 133eeed4dc841900c36c76e2a5b82775 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 46 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 THE WAY A STUDENT READS HIS ANNUAL: First Five Minutes Looks for himself in his class group and finds his name wherever he is on a committee. This is the most enjoyable period of inspection. Second Five Minutes Does the same for his girl's name and picture. Third Five Minutes Hunts up every roast on his "case" or himself. Last Five Minutes Makes sure of all these things, then shuts the book forever. After this he takes pains to say that the annual isn't as good as he expected it would be. *** THE SENIOR As the days grow warmer, brighter, and fair, And the birds in the treetops are singing, And poor, old father is raking the lawn, And the fish in Big Walnut are biting. 'Tis then that the G. H. S. Seniors feel proud, And they strut and pouch out like a pigeon, Their heads are so big and their voices so loud, They feel like they own a whole million. Why big President Wilson can't come up with them then, And Teddy, oh my! he's a nut, And even Prof. Geiger has to take off his hat When the Seniors go by with a strut. *** It would be strange to see: Anna S. - Talking loud. Leta C. - Not studying. Elizabeth F. - Not playing piano. Beatrice H. - Without her face powdered. Ellsworth R. - Out of Carrie's sight. Hoyt L. - Not playing horse. Wesley B. - Studying. Gladys S. - Not being courted. Kenneth P. - Not in mischief DER FACULTY By Dutch Dere iss von ding in der high school, Vot iss someding vee all know; Dey iss der vons vot have der rule, Und our brains dey try to grow. Vee have many kinds among dem, Some are schmall, und fine und purty, Some are cute, und fine und purty, (Aber dot don't cut no 1se). Ven vee come in by der morning, Vy der first ding vot vee see, In der halls among der windows, Some part of diss faculty. Effery skollar knows each teacher, From der feet bisz to deir toes; Now vy iss it dot vee votch dem, Ven dey're good (dot vee all knows). Ven vee do somedings already In obbosition to der rule, Und vee try to smooth it ofer To these rulers von der school; Dot is ven dey show deir power, To the office dey schtarts outs, Und explains it to der Major, Just because vee schmiled out loudt. *** Boyibus kissibus, sweet girliorum Girlibus likeibus, wanti someorum Inibus lapibus, getti girlorum Therbus boyibus kissi someorum Papibus seeibus, slappi girlorium Kickobus boyibus, outi the doorium Thenibus boyibus, limpi homeorium Girlibus cryibus, kissi nomoreum. Page Forty-six http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fc494316543c991dd9f37fe17eb53e3f.jpg 8ac435263d4e8c268caceb1b7b96e986 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 47 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 THE BEATITUDES Blessed are they who are Seniors, For they are exalted. Blessed are they that cheat, For they shall get a hundred yet deserve it not Blessed are they that know their History, For they shall not be called upon. Blessed are they that slide on the banister, For they shall be caught on a peg. Blessed are they who borrow pencils, For they shall eat germs. Blessed are those who run off to the games, For they shall receive twenty demerits. Blessed are they who giggle, For the giggler who giggles shall become a dwell- er in giggledom. Blessed are they of the Le Zoar editorial staff, For they shall receive the condemnation of every- one. Blessed are they who attend Galena High, For such is the Kingdom of Heaven. *** HIGH SCHOOL BULLETIN A High School is a wonderful invention - The school gets all the fame, The printer gets all the money, And the staff gets all the blame. *** A girl's idea of cremation: "Having fellows to burn." WHY THEY COME TO G. H. S. Howard Dustin - To edit a paper. Harry Slack - To find out what he doesn't know. Hazel Shannon - To chew the rag. Florence Marriott - To get flip. Lucy Ekelberry - To have an easy time. Marie Mulzer - To smile sweetly. Sheldon McCaughey - To have fun. Audrey Bennett - To learn to cook. Helen Campbell - To watch Delmar. Ada Looker - To giggle. Ellis Ulrey - To play ball. Lester Tuller - To sleep. Dwight Powell - to loaf. Lola Carhart - To dream. Florence Schirtzinger - To ride on the "kid wagon." Mildred Doster - To read Latin. *** She lost her head when she proposed, But he, a trifle bolder, Made search for it distractedly, And found it on his shoulder. *** Being told to write an essay in Agriculture on the Mule, the following was turned in: "The mewl is a hardier bird than the guse or tur- key. It has two legs to walk with, two more to kick with, and wears its wings on the side of its head. It is stubbornly backward about coming forward. *** "Now, Sheldon," said Miss Shane, " what is a smile?" Sheldon hesitated visibly. "I-I forget now," he finally answered. But if you said, "'My hours at school are bright as sunshine,' what figure of speech would that be?" "Irony," responded Sheldon. *** Page Forty-seven http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ab3e1a082962e381cecb94eeb6e71f9f.jpg efb264f121db14bd2eee2a8f5fb8e3d9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 48 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 *** ALUMNI Officers President - A. O. Griffith Vice President - Edward Pratt Secretary - Madge Budd Treasurer - Mrs. Florence Hancock Executive Com. - Frank Cleveland, E. C. Bennett *** Page Forty-eight http://66.213.124.233/files/original/316d8246612e087661e8e084514c48ff.jpg f834b44bc6f5b7739f18fb0b1c010654 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 49 of Le Zoar 1916 10 portraits on page: Miller - Meck Plumb - Guinther - VanFleet Stiles - Close Lerch - Gregory - Geiger http://66.213.124.233/files/original/154cc2c4d179492c4c76d582a1808222.jpg fc415b25cd94c39c100202546b03ee90 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 50 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 *** Prof. J. C. Guinther, of O. N., Superintendent Galena Schools, Sept., 1884 to 1887. Has been in school life continuously. Is at present City Superinten- dent Galion Schools. Residence, Galion, Ohio. Prof. D. C. Meck, of O, N., Superintendent Galena Schools, '87 to '90. Graduate of O. W. U. Teacher East Cleveland Technical, LL. D., Cleveland. Res- idence, 2082 100th Street, Cleveland, Ohio. N. M. Miller, Otterbein, Superintendent Galena Schools, '90 to '94. Clerk of Courts of Delaware County. Commissioner from Ohio at Panama Ex- position. Member State Board of Administration. Residence, Oak Street, Columbus, Ohio. E. J. VanFleet, of G. H. S. and O. W. U., Superinten- dent of Galena Schools from '94-'98. Retired to farm life. Resides in Evart, Michigan. Harold Stiles, of Kenyon, Superintendent Galena Schools, 1898 to '99. Graduate A. B. Harvard, '03; A. M. Columbia, '04; Ph. D. Northwestern, '09. Professor Physics Morning Side College, '14. At present Associate Professor physics in Iowa State College, Ames, Iowa; 815 6th Street. Ira Gregory, of O. N. County Examiner, Superinten- dent G. H. S. from '99 to 1907. At present Clerk of Courts. Residence, Delaware, Ohio. G. M. Plumb, of O. W. U., Superintendent Galena Schools, 1907 to '12. At present member of Gen eral Assembly. Residence, Galena. J. A. Lerch, of State Normal, Pa., Superintendent Ga- lena Schools, 1912 to '13. Was holding an import- ant position in the Medina Schools at the time of his demise June 27, 1914. Victor Geiger, O. S. U., Superintendent Galena High School, 1914. District Superintendent. County Examiner. Residence, Galena. Luther Close, of O. N., Principal Galena High School, 1915. Is advancing in school work. Residence, Ada, Ohio. *** Page Fifty http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c0023bd847a06360f6d44d04a8fb3ee3.jpg c8d54e1047e4ae658c196b3939f13bd6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (53) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 51 of Le Zoar 1916 A School Survey The earliest public building on record in Zoar was an old log school house near the site of present building. It was used for both school and church purposes, and built years before the platting of the town in 1816. In 1834 the name of the village was changed to Galena and in 1867 part of the present building was erected. This school has always been considered one of the best in the county, and while it seems as though we were slow in becoming a graded school, we were only ten years later than the Delaware City Schools. Lewis Rank, of Westerville; Thomas Fouts, of North Madison; Byron Jenkins, of Marengo, are the only living principals prior to '85, when Professor J. C. Guinther, of N. U. took charge of the school. Un- der his efficient management the school became a graded one, and a class of five was graduated in his second year, '86, a class of eight in '87. During his second year the school building was enlarged as it stands today. The splendid work of this teach- er was not unnoticed and persistent calls induced him to accept a higher position elsewhere. D. C. Meck, also of N. U., and who had been as- sociated with Mr. Guinther in the work here, was elected principal, graduating classes in '88, '89, and '90. His ideas of "Making life worth while and keep- ing busy in the school room" did have its good effect, but was most annoying at times, especially to the mischievous. William Miller, '89, says: "When I look back upon the splendid work of those two Ger- man professors, I find it hard to maintain my neu- trality." Professor N. M. Miller, of Otterbin, was our third principal. Congenial is the word, but, then, as now, that dignity, or was it size that prevented us at- tempting too much familiarity and frivolity after seeing Classes '91, '92, '93, and '94 off the stage. He abandoned teaching for the office of county clerk. Prof. Emmet VanFleet, graduate of Galena High School, also O. W. U., was next honored by the school board. No boy or girl could idle time away un- der his watchful eye, for Emmet was always a quiet, studious boy, and he didn't believe in bringing them up otherwise. He graduated Classes '95, '96, '97, and '98, then, like his predecessors, departed. Mr. Harold Stiles, of famous Kenyon, our fifth principal, was greatly beloved by his pupils, not on- ly by them but by the teachers, and it was recipro- cated, for, after graduating Class '99, he accepted a position in Boston, taking with him one of our best teachers, Miss Daisy Smythe Stiles, Class of '94. His fitness for school life is evidenced by the letters at- tached to his signature. Prof. Gregory, of O. N., also county examiner, ac- cepted the principalship, doing splendid work until failing health caused him to retire after graduating Classes '02, '04, and '06. Prof. Plumb, of O. W. U., who had resigned from the Bucyrus Schools to regain health on his farm, consented to act as principal, graduating Classes '07, '08, '09, '10. Mr. Plumb, as a Galena student and teacher of recent classes, is perhaps better known to all members of the alumni than any superintendent. Having been made a member of the General As- sembly he resigned and the board chose A. J. Lerch, of State Normal College, Pa. The one year Mr. Lerch was with us was enough to convince us of his worth as a citizen and teacher. His love and sympathy for the oppressed, his high ideals of life, could not fail to impress those with whom he came in contact. After graduating Class 1913 he accepted a position in Medina. Victor Geiger, a young man from O. S. U., then took his place at the helm, and soon demonstrated his worthiness. His activities helped to gain for us a first-class High School, graduating Class '14. He was elected to be our District Superintendent and County Examiner. Luther Close, of O. N., was chosen for our 10th principal, constantly working for the betterment of the school and inspiring community spirit. After graduating Class 1915 he resigned in order to pur- sue work along educational lines. Page Fifty-one http://66.213.124.233/files/original/75189a0480681920042bfa048bb8202b.jpg 094c2d9d4db3f357446d560938b42963 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 52 of Le Zoar 1916 We now come to 1916 and we leave to the Juniors the task of proving the superiority of the present faculty. We, the alumni, believe all these teachers had a mission to perform; we believe their work and in- fluence not only benefitted those under them, but that it has gone far toward perpetuating the name and fame of the school. We are sorry we can not give a life history of the members of our alumni. Frank B. Willis, a member of the school, as Gover- nor of our State of Ohio, takes first honors. The alumni had the pleasure of providing a wife for the Governor, Miss Allie Dustin Willis, Class of '91. We have members in all the professions and scattered throughout the states. The splendid men and wo- men, not only of our alumni, but of our school, need no eulogizing, so we simply give addresses and teachers and pupils may renew old-time friendships by correspondence, if prevented otherwise: * * * Roster of Alumni of Galena High School CLASS OF '86 I. C. Guinther, Supt. Edwin Dustin -- Galena, Ohio Fannie Ferson -- Mrs. Fannie Colebeck, Magnolia St., Biloxi, Miss. Emmett VanFleet -- Evart, Mich. William H. Campbell -- Galena, Ohio. Charles Seymour -- C. C. & C., Columbus. Care Penn- sylvania Lines. CLASS OF '87 I. C. Guinther, Supt. Lola Smythe -- Galena, Ohio. Tellie VanFleet -- Mrs. E. B. Cole, Galena, Ohio. Clint Van Houten -- Sunbury, Ohio. Zada Roberts -- Mrs. Howard Whitehead, 2241 West Broad Street, Columbus, Ohio. Frances VanFleet -- Galena, Ohio Nettie Adams -- Mrs. Fred Tibbets, 137 Eastwood Ave- nue, Columbus, Ohio Arthur Bennett -- CLASS OF '88 D. C. Meck, Supt. Frank Hoy -- 239 E. 4th St., Marysville, Ohio. Bertha Williams -- Mrs. George Page, Campbell, Cal. Arthur Patterson -- Deceased. Maude Cook -- Mrs. Walter Hyde, 166 E. Woodruff Avenue, Columbus, Ohio. Lizzie Bennett -- Deceased. Clifford Curtiss -- 20 Maxine Place, Akron, ohio. George Page -- Campbell, California. Mary Hughes -- Mrs. Mary Ekelberry, Galena, Ohio. Georgia Utley -- Mrs. Chas Cornell, Westerville, O. CLASS OF '89 D. C. Meck, Supt. Lester Domigan -- Deceased. Edwin C. Bennett -- Galena, Ohio. William Miller -- 304 West Narane Street, South Bend, Indiana. CLASS OF '90 D. C. Meck, Supt. Ella Leary -- Mrs. J. VanFleet, Deceased. Rosa Barcus -- Galena, Ohio. Dr. Irwin Sherwood -- Sullivant Avenue, Columbus, O. Marshall Black -- Palo Alto, California. CLASS OF '91 Newton M. Miller, Supt. Callie Crego -- Mrs. Elmer Jaycox, Galena, O., R.F.D. Nathan Dusstin -- Galena, O., R.F.D. Allie Dustin -- Mrs. Frank Willis, Lincoln Hotel, Co- lumbus, Ohio. Allwood Griffith -- Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. Page Fifty-two http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0978c5a19e39d21de7f47a97fbf13c86.jpg 3de8ca2c0a7da8bd11cd3a63474d8ab7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 53 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 [Class of '91 cont.] Dora McCamment -- Mrs. O. A. Griffith, Galena, O., R.F.D. Alpheus Rich -- Westerville, Ohio. Edwin Slack -- Galena, Ohio. Myrtle Smythe -- Galena, Ohio. Clara VanFleet -- Galena, Ohio. James O. VanTassel -- Pinellas Park, Florida. CLASS OF '92 Newton M. Miller, Supt. Clayton Clossen -- 121 N.Rich Ave., Circleville, O. Clara Young -- Mrs. Bidwell, plain City, O., R.F.D. 1. Bert Cornell -- Sunbury, Ohio. Hester Roberts -- Mrs. Francis Aubrey, Green City, Missouri. Mame VanDemark -- Mrs. Nathan Dustin, Galena, O. CLASS OF '93 Newton M. Miller, Supt. Ettie Bush -- Mrs. Chas. Teeter, 1949 E. 97th Street, Cleveland, Ohio. Stella Copeland -- Mrs. James Bale, Galena, Ohio. Jessie Curtiss -- Mrs. Samuel Heucker -- Pemberville, Ohio. Fred Dickerman -- 309 Lesley Ave., Indianapolis, Ind. Charlie Thompson -- Delaware, Ohio. William Williams -- North Broadway, Clintonville, O. CLASS OF '94 Newton M. Miller, Supt. Mamie Arnold -- Mrs. Harry Marriott, Galena, Ohio. Jennie Crego -- Mrs. Wm. Carpenter, Lewis Center, O. Bertha Longshore -- Mrs. Bertha Reislet, 206 1-2 E. State St., Columbus, O. John Lust -- Columbus, Ohio, R. D. Luella Pinney -- Mrs. Cliff Curtiss, 20 Maxine St., Akron, Ohio. Fred Rich -- Perry, Mo. Blanche Williams -- Mrs. Blanche Dixon, Westerville, Ohio Daisy Smythe -- Mrs. Harold Stiles, 815 Sixth St., Ames, Iowa. CLASS OF '95 E. W. VanFleet, Supt. Edna Brevoort -- Mrs. Roscoe Conklin 174 Griswold Street, Delaware, Ohio. Nellie Eldridge -- Mrs. Frank Hoy, 239 E. 4th Street, Marysville, O. Iva Farman -- Mrs. E. B. Slack, Galena, Ohio. Clarence Thompson -- Galena, O., R.F.D. CLASS OF '96 E. W. VanFleet, Supt. Alta Dusenberry -- State of Michigan. Charlie Campbell -- 1094 1-2 N. High St., Columbus, O. Edith Bolton -- Mrs. J. F. Wells, 1149 E. 74th Street, Cleveland, Ohio. Frank Watts -- West Orange, New Jersey. CLASS OF '97 E. W. VanFleet, Supt. Nellie Carhart -- Mrs. Chas. Budd, New Straitsville, O. Fred Dustin -- Galena, O. Carl Freeman -- State of Washington. James Fox -- 1317 S. Park Ave., St. Louis, Mo. Lizzie Ferris -- Mrs. Erwin Clymer, Easton, Kansas. Winifred Griffith -- Galena, Ohio. Jennie Horton -- Mrs. Fred Dustin, Galena, Ohio. Lee Johnson -- No. 9 Welton Drive, Cleveland, Ohio. Earl Martin, -- 1866 E. 57th St., N.E., Cleveland, O. Cora Miles -- Mrs. Charles Boyd, Centerburg, Ohio. Lena Phillips -- Mrs. Lee Fontanell, Galena, Ohio. Ernest Watts -- Sunbury, O., R.F.D. Fred Wilson -- CLASS OF '98 E. W. VanFleet, Supt. May Linnabary -- Mrs. McLeod 1301 Hildreth Avenue, Columbus, O. Arthur Milk -- 164 S. Richardson Ave, Columbus, O. Arthur Beard -- Columbus, O. Lucy Hughes -- Mrs. Hoyt L. Curtiss, 121 Latta Ave., Columbus, O. CLASS OF '99 Harold Styles Supt. Mary Burger -- Mrs. Ray Brown, Rochester, Ind. Clarence Longshore -- Cardington, O. Alta Ferris -- Mrs. Bert Koons, Westerville, Ohio, R. F.D. Ollie Linnabary -- 1302 Hildreth Avenue, Columbus, O. Clarence Curtiss -- 4th & Prospect Sts., Cleveland, O. CLASS OF '00 Ira Gregory, Supt. Mary Hall -- Galena, Ohio. Florence Longshore -- Mrs. Harry Hancock, Galena, O. NO CLASS IN 1901 CLASS OF '02 Alta Freeman -- Mrs. Carlos Mann, Sunbury, Ohio. Page Fifth-three http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9c3f2180debaaa21254c8bd84d113f7a.jpg 10dbb4b192c941d0a673305b7a2670e8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 54 of Le Zoar 1916 LE ZOAR, 1916 [CLASS OF '02 cont.] Hoyt Curtiss -- 121 Latta Avenue, Columbus, O. NO CLASS IN 1903 CLASS OF '04 Ira Gregory, Supt. Eva Cunningham -- Monnett Hall, Delaware, Ohio. NO CLASS IN '05 CLASS OF '06 Ira Gregory, Supt. Mamie Neilson -- Mrs. Floyd Griffith, Delaware, O., R.F.D. Alga Bennett -- Mrs. C. Groves, Galena, O., R F. D. George Eley -- Sunbury, O., R.F.D. CLASS OF '07 G. M. Plumb, Supt. Blanche Jones -- Mrs. Earl Beem, Belle Center, Ohio. Grace Buckingham -- Galena, Ohio Millie Chambers -- Galena, Ohio Earl Griffith -- Galena, Ohio. Bertha Havens -- Mrs. Frank Ferson, Galena, Ohio. Herbert Howard -- Marengo, Ohio. Allen Freeman -- Galena, Ohio R.F.D. James Ryant -- Deceased. CLASS OF '08 G. G. Plumb, Supt. Grace Bennett -- Galena, Ohio. Velmah Cole -- Mrs. Roy Bagley, Galena, O., R.F.D. Guy Cunningham -- 2047 E. 65th St., Cleveland, O. May Eley -- Mrs. Jarvis Rose, Deceased. Lelia Hogans -- Mrs. Raymond Baker, Delaware, O., R.F.D. Jennie Howard -- Marengo, Ohio. Vera Hults -- Mrs. Wilbur Benoy, 164 East Maynard Avenue, Columbus, Ohio. Elsie Longshore -- Mrs. Elsie Burnett, Columbus, O. Carrie Ryant -- Mrs.Frank Cleveland, Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. Velda Thomkins -- 78 Milan Ave, Norwalk, Ohio. Edith Trapp -- Hilliard, Ohio. Afton Wise -- 1256 W. 4th St., Riverside California. Lucy Work -- Galena, Ohio. Velma Thomkins -- 78 Milan Avenue, Norwalk, Ohio. CLASS OF '09 G. M. Plumb, Supt. Emma Bennett -- Mrs. Bert Manter, Galena, Ohio. Fannie Chambers -- Mrs. Perlee Walker, Galena, O., R.F.D. Grace Rodgers -- Galena, O., R.F.D. Perfect Miles -- Galena, Ohio. Howard Garlinghouse -- Galena, Ohio. Joe Webber -- Galena, Ohio. Harold Hempstead -- Deceased. CLASS OF '10 G. M. Plumb, Supt. George Ekelberry -- 1026 Leonard Ave., Columbus, O. Paul Knopf -- Filler, Oregon. Perlee Walker -- Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. GLASS OF '11 G. M. Plumb, Supt. Floyd Barrows -- Box 765 Columbus, Ohio. Leta Bennett -- Y.W.C.A., Columbus, Ohio. Miriam Cunningham -- Johnstown, Ohio, R.F.D. 6. Anna Furniss -- Mrs. Guy Dusenberry, Galena, Ohio. Abbie Lee -- Mrs. George Armstrong, Galena, Ohio. Lyda Morris -- Galena, Ohio. Esther Patterson -- Mrs. Harvey Allen, Galena, Ohio. Clay Rammelsberg -- Westerville, Ohio. Ada Walker -- Sunbury, Ohio. Pearl Wise -- Galena, Ohio. CLASS OF 1912 G. M. Plumb, Supt. Esther Bennett -- Mrs. Paul Glass, Galena, Ohio. Madge Budd -- Galena, Ohio. Benjamin Curtiss -- Galena, Ohio. Van Duckworth -- 57 1-2 E. Spring St. , Columbus, O. Harold Dustin -- Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. Catherine Grove -- Galena, Ohio. Lucile Williams -- Mrs. Harold Dustin, Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. Elba McCaughey -- 205 W. William St., Delaware, O. Perry Newman -- 18 Buttles Avenue, Columbus, Ohio. Robert Oldham -- Columbus, Ohio, General Delivery. Edward Platt -- Galena, Ohio. Margaret Platt -- Bellville, Ohio. Lester Welch -- Marysville, Ohio. CLASS OF '13 A. J. Lerch, Supt. Doris Fuller -- Galena, Ohio. Ruth Hammond Edgerly -- Johnston, Ohio. Leona Hammond -- Westerville, Ohio. Ralph Linnabary -- Galena, Ohio. Russel Welch -- Marysville, Ohio, R.F.D. CLASS OF '14 Victor Geiger, Supt. Mabel Jaynes -- Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. Olive Bennett -- Galena, Ohio. Lloyd Shoaf -- Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. 2. Leon Cockrell -- Galena, Ohio, R. F. D. 2. Dean Tippy -- Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. 2. Oliver Johnson -- Galena, Ohio. Grant Plumb. Jr. -- Galena, Ohio, R.F.D. Jay Dyer -- Abbotts, Miss. Harry Rammelsburg -- Westerville, Ohio. CLASS OF '15 L. C. Close, Prin. Oliver Johnson -- Galena, Ohio. Mabel Jaynes -- Galena, Ohio. Elba McCaughey -- 205 W. William St., Delaware, O. Page Fifty-four http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d28fdde3f8b0a8070263e04c4b466b51.jpg fef87427560b91a965f57d608c2aa5a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 55 of Le Zoar 1916 A. D. Strosnider Funeral Director and Licensed Embalmer Pianos and Player Pianos. Sunbury, Ohio. 'Phones, Citizens' and Bell. * * * GET OUR FIGURES On full length Window and odd Door Screens. On Wall Board in large sizes. On the best Farm Gate; the Can't Sag gate. On Shiplap and Barn Siding, free of knots .. Cellar Lumber Company Westerville, Ohio. * * * C. A. White Fine Vehicles and Farm Supplies Studebaker and Maxwell Automobiles S. Sandusky St., Delaware, O. * * * We appreciate your trade The Up-to-Date Pharmacy Drugs and Optical Goods. Eastman Kodaks and Supplies. Films developed free, providing prints are ordered. Ritter & Utley, Props. Westerville, Ohio http://66.213.124.233/files/original/691d85b33a3a2572c83ba875f8f56823.jpg b444fc718db45d666ea17fec3d173522 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 56 of Le Zoar 1916 The Bank of Galena Co. F. D. Miller, Cashier Directors: W. D. Miller, J. H. Dustin George W. Bright, Edw. Hall, Charles Horton, W. F. Bennett, F. D. Miller. 4 per cent Interest paid on Time Deposits. * * * For Feed and Flour OF QUALITY Try Mulzer's Mills Galena, Ohio. * * * J. P. Rogers Auto, Horse Livery and Feed Stable Citizens' Phone 42; Bell 12. Cor. Middle and Water Sts. Galena, Ohio. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fe4b49458c8450cf515432e4e80b77e4.jpg f0820063155458047553ea0818429684 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 57 of Le Zoar 1916 "Security First of All" You have the satisfaction of knowing that your money is pro- tected by more than $800,000.00 in resources, when deposited in this strong institution. Delaware National Bank Oldest and Strongest Bank in the County. * * * No better time than "Commence- ment Time to begin Saving. It is our business to encourage thrift. Better "Commence" now The People's Building and Loan Company * * * Blair & Company Quality - Furniture Service - Stoves Low Prices - Carpets Pianos. We deliver goods free to any place in the country. Blair & Company Delaware, Ohio * * * Neville Bros. Delaware, Ohio Sell Buick Cars and take care of them after they are sold. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3f41242383646f483b966f95d339575b.jpg d375a4a8bd5474e799d5f6bb13f04575 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 58 of Le Zoar 1916 OUR MOTTO Low in price, high in quality, courteous treatment, and highest price paid for eggs I. O. BUDD * * * Established 1872 THE FARMERS' BANK Sunbury, Ohio Banking Hours: 9 to 12 a. m., 1 to 4 p. m. We receive deposits, loan money from thirty days to six months, buy and sell exchanged U. S. and other bonds, Gold, Sil- ver, Coupons, Notes. Do a general banking and collection busi- ness. Also pay interest on time deposits. Directors: John Landon, C. W. Barton, G. J. Burrer, J. J. Stark Officers: John Landon, President. J. J. Stark, Vice President. Owen A. Kimball, Cashier. C. O. Armstrong Asst. Cashier. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/372a4dea938a4797e8784907f3c39f2d.jpg 9fd91815c7a67a5bd97e7373b7df29f6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 59 of Le Zoar 1916 What Strengthens a Bank? A Bank's strength consists of Large Resources, Ample Cash Re- serves, Adequate Capital, Growing Surplus, Capable Management. We invite your investigation in re- gard to this bank. First National Bank Delaware, Ohio. * * * "The art of getting Riches con- sists very much in Thrift. -- Ben Franklin. The Fidelity Building Association and Loan Company 46 N. Sandusky St. Delaware, O. Pays Four Per Cent Interest on Savings Accounts, Compounded Four Times a Year. "It was a wise man who said the greatest of all inventors was the man who invented interest." * * * PARAMOUNT FOX METRO PROGRAMS When in Delaware come to the STRAND The House Beautiful CLEAN PICTURES The Theater Built for Your Pleasure QUALITY SERVICE * * * Sell Bros. Delaware County Agents for Victrolas, Victor Records, Eastman Kodaks and Supplies Spalding Athletic Goods, Conklin Fountain Pens Crane's & Hurd's Papers Largest Film Finishing Plant in Ohio MAIL US YOUR FILMS Ask Lucy http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9cf326bb13046f89ccc2c2a2912d9385.jpg 2c79a5aec6172288662ec9a7b7930ce2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 60 of Le Zoar 1916 Go to Vance's Hardware Store Galena, Ohio. -for- Farm Implements, Paints, Oils, Varnishes, Floor Finishes, Nails, Wire, Stoves, Gas Stoves, Gas Lamps, Glass, Putty, Harness and General Hardware * * * C. C. Bricker Galena, Ohio. GENERAL STORE http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4dfebc32a76d132e0fe21b6631a153a4.jpg ce64aae6315aa5c8f2ed655b172ee571 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (63) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 61 of Le Zoar 1916 Having Attended the School of Industrial Experience for many years we are in a position to give the public efficient service in the following branches: Building Material Of high grade and consistent prices are always on hand at the E. C. Bennett Lumber Yard We take pleasure in helping to plan your buildings and fur- nish estimates in material as well as prices. You, who at this moment are reading this page, have in mind possibly some building, which you would like to construct or re- pair, but have hesitated on account of the probable high cost, which is prevailing over the country at this time, or possibly, in the absence of a carpenter, you have thought it too great a task to study out what it will require. If this is the case, call at our of- fice and we will make it worth your while. Drain Tile and Brick We are also manufacturers of drain-tile and brick under the name of THE CLAY PRODUCT CO. The clay which we use in the manufacture of tile and brick, contains, iron, aluminum, and other metals in a finely divided state, which under the influence of high temperature, weld into a ware which is practically everlasting. The farm is the one great fundamental resource of the nation, and it is a pleasure, and not only a pleasure but a duty, to engage in an occupation which will directly improve the farm. We therefore solicit your patronage and assure you attentive and courteous treatment. We are always at your service. E. C, BENNETT, President - JAMES ROSE, Mgr. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/517e87438b34cc0f73f87fdf78853f8f.jpg 5e793bcc4e23bc770fb95c029666e400 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 62 of Le Zoar 1916 The Galena Creamery Pays more per pound for butter fat than any other creamery in the State - four cents above Elgin the year around. * * * Delaware County's Best Flour is WHITE LOAF manufactured by G. J. Burrer & Son Sunbury, Ohio. * * * Stelzers's CASH GROCERY AND MEAT MARKET A complete line of fancy and sta- ple Groceries. Home-dressed fresh meat. All kinds of smoked meats. Fruits and vegetables will be found at all times. Give us a trial and be convinced. Try our ground bones for chickens. J.F. Stelzer, Prop. City 'phone 66, Sunbury, Ohio. R. P. Anderson Druggist Sunbury, Ohio Headquarters for Drugs, School Supplies, Stationery, Kodaks and Kodak Supplies, Paints, Sanitary Soda Fountain. Ice Cream fur- nished in any quantity. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/265f7a4b093585faf14d319d369400ab.jpg 7c9619d882912e304e0b9d465711d304 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 63 of Le Zoar 1916 The Old Reliable Jewelry Shop The place where satisfaction is al- ways guaranteed. My Slogan is Make my work please the cus- tomers, and they will do my adver- tising. Come in and be one of my many satisfied customers. C. D. Mann WATCHMAKER, JEWELER AND OPTICIAN Dealer in Fine Watches, Clocks, Jewelry and Silverware. Sunbury, Ohio. * * * Lumber Building Material Roofing We have thousands of Satisfied Customers. Try us and be another. W. O. Buckingham & Sons Sunbury, Ohio. * * * C. D. VanHouten D.D.S. Sunbury, Ohio. * * * C. M. Wheaton & Co. Agents for Fords, Overlands and Studebakers Sunbury, Ohio. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/89f511d63499c83537afc19705d533b8.jpg f46ec9b54dd9b1ba4bbaedce148db910 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 64 of Le Zoar 1916 Come see our new "Perfection" Farm Gate. $4.00 per gate. Manufacturers of the TRIUMPH SILO. Everything in Building Material. The Lee Lumber Company Westerville, Ohio. * * * For the Best Insurance Call on F. M. Ranck Agent Westerville, Ohio. * * * Carefully Selected Meats Knowing How means as much in a butcher shop as it does in the office of the highest salaried executive in the land. Knowing how in this butcher shop means that the meats placed in our keeping for your purchase find their way to your home in a prime, nutritious condition. H. Wolfe Westerville, Ohio. * * * Capital Stock and Surplus, $35,000 Build your fortune wisely and safely. Every dollar you place in your savings account aids you to climb on the road to success. $1.00 will open account - it is a small start, but a good beginning. We pay four per cent interest. The First National Bank Westerville, Ohio. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9f02ec795d1c08612eebc26a07583bba.jpg 4b3d68d01ea63aaa9ad692dcf77a522b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to inside of back cover of Le Zoar 1916 Sunbury Co-operative Creamery Co. Sunbury, Ohio. Is the Farmers' Friend and Con- Sumers' Delight. A Whole Milk Plant Pasteurized. Sweet Cream and Genuine But- ter. * * * Pfiffner's Drug Store Hotel Allen Block DELAWARE, O. * * * When at Westerville and in need of Flour, Feed, Coal or Salt Or having any Grain to Sell Go to THE MILL Westerville, Ohio. Both 'Phones. * * * J. W. HANCE FOUNDRY CO. FOUNDERS, MANUFACTURERS ADVERTISING NOVELTIES SPECIALTIES GOCYCLES Westerville, Ohio, U.S.A. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4dfccd39ca00829b06d1534c97ce8a95.jpg 0249f95aa4fcd09c328c5e76718773f2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to back cover of Le Zoar 1916 The O. K. Hardware A good place to buy the goods for the price Delaware, Ohio. * * * GEORGE J. YOUNG Republican Candidate for County Auditor, Subject to Republican Primaries. * * * A. E. BALDWIN, Democratic Candidate for County Treasurer, Subject to Primary Election. Your support is kindly solicited. * * * WALDO F. WALKER Candidate for County Suveyor Democratic Ticket. Subject to August Primaries. Galena, Ohio. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Class Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This collection contains high school yearbooks from Bellpoint, Delaware, Galena, Harlem and Sunbury, OH. At this time, yearbook dates range from 1915-1973, although not every year in that range is represented. The elementary, middle and high school year books from the Big Walnut Schools that we have in our collection are also included here. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le Zoar 1916 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1916 Subject The topic of the resource Galena High School--Ohio--Delaware County--Galena Public schools--Ohio--Delaware County Yearbook--Le Zoar--Galena High School--1916 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Yearbook Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Still image Text Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 0913202401 Description An account of the resource Le Zoar is the 1916 yearbook of Galena High School. It includes photos of administrators, teachers, and staff, as well as photos of students and student activities, and includes photos of upcoming grades. An advertising section appears at the end. This yearbook is in the personal collection of John L. Bricker, Founding Member of the Galena Foundation. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Editor -in- Chief Howard Dustin; Associate Editor Sheldon McCaughy; Business Manager Lucy Ekelberry; Art Editor Marie Mulzer; Joke Editor Dwight Powell; Alumni Editor Mrs. Mary Ekelberry Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Junior Class of Galena High School Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ab7c27912b97f6f36b29cde5c5754590.jpg 74770e3462b93251bfa57a3d92a91dff Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to front cover of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers http://66.213.124.233/files/original/afe03c02425065dc44376a6a56c206ac.jpg dca419bbe225156830a45ac738bcbd0b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to inside cover of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e613a1b77c3ec3c4b6aa2c30389ba029.jpg e6be29adf8129608f96c3fbe37f983a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to cover page of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Photo of Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Community Library Sunbury, Ohio 2000 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4ad739416b861a780eb92d3adc8151c5.jpg 79e709ed2c62c04f15c4e19a1df4a9c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 1 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers ENGLAND WAS MY BIRTHPLACE Where does one start? I was born the eleventh child in a family of thirteen children--five girls and eight boys. When I was born, a neighbor lady told Elsie, my sister, "Your Mother should put her in the dust bin (garbage bin) and put the lid on." My mother was angry on hearing this and told her "They are well fed and don’t stink, so mind your own business.” MY FAMILY I remember only my Grandmother on my Father’s side and I think it was a reconciliation. She was old and sick and came with outstretched arms to hug my Dad. Now she was a free spirit, and according to my Mother, had had husbands and non-husbands and Mother said she wasn’t ever sure if our name should be Hyland or Wickhams. Well, Hyland won out. My Grandmother was of the Roman Catholic persuasion and that was not for my Mother. She lived in Appleton, a short distance from Canterbury, and when they had her funeral, people threw stones because she was buried in a Protestant Cemetery. So who was my Grandfather? No trace can be found. My Mother’s Mother died before I was born. Her name was Elizabeth and Grandfather was named Thomas Akehurst. Grandfather was a gardener and each Christmas came to our home. He had a long beard and one Christmas Eve I slammed the door in his face because I thought he was a bogeyman. Once, I was pouting and he said to me "Would you like a banana?" "NO", So he said "Then go and eat grass.” In his later years he took care of the cemetery and had trouble with his feet. He told Mum "J know there’s a lot better feet under this earth!" My father went to school at the Mayfield Kerk Convent. He, with other boys of the age of about nine, got to wondering if the Sisters wear underwear under all that long black dress? They decided to find out. Each boy, as Sister would pass his desk, was to bend over and flip the hem of Sister’s habit. Sister photo George and Mary Ann Hyland in center My sister and brother-in-law photo My Father, George Hygard pottering in the garden photo Mary Ann Hyland .1. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eaba464d1bde6c05d70879206e17777d.jpg e9b66b891171dddde7db6ea31c50ecda Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 2 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers continued as though she was unaware of this. After lunch, the Priest came in to talk and Dad saw the tip of his cane over his shoulder. So he waited his opportunity to run and when the Priest was farthest from the door, run he did. Well, the Convent is surrounded by a high wall, and Dad, with the Priest chasing behind him, scaled the wall and jumped and landed in a baby’s pram and he never looked back to see how baby and pram fared. The Priest came to his mother’s house to punish him, but Dad hid out, and I don’t think he ever went back to school. Religion still meant much to him, and he lived it in his daily life, although there was no formal church for him after my Mother dismissed his church. When Father asked Mother to marry him she said "No" if it meant becoming Catholic and raising the children Catholic. Father went away for a year. When he came back, he asked her again. She had the same conditions, so he dropped the religious request and they married. His love for her was great. He was a dairy farmer and took much pride in it. My mother was from a very refined family. As long as it was proper, it was O.K. She had a brother and two sisters. They had schooling and seemed always very smart. Mother was a deeply religious woman. She sang hymns whether she was washing, ironing, housework, or baking. Long before you got to the house you could hear her singing. She was unable to be at church Sunday mornings because she was cooking for the family, but Sunday evening she was there for Evensong. Mother was also very superstitious. None of us could wear green, if a picture fell, death would follow, and we never would turn a gypsy away. So we had an abundance of clothespins and in the spring bunches of primroses and violets. Everything had to be proper. She was small in stature but made up for it in dignity. I never saw her shed a tear and she was always aloof and proud. She never let people get close to her. The two glass balls in the curio were given to me by my Mother. They had belonged to her grandmother. She told the story that they were hung in the windows at night to keep the witches out and if there was a black spot on them in the morning it meant a witch had tried to enter. When the balis were evaluated they were said to be of no value. They had been used in the sea to attract fish! Aurora Borealis in 1938 was frightening --- everything was red like the whole world was on fire. Many thought it was the end of the world. Mother had also seen the bail of fire that passed over England, and of course believed that it was a premonition of World War II and many others thought so, too. My sister, Nellie, was the oldest in the family. She was very pretty and very naive. No one was aware she was pregnant and she had her baby in the toilet. My mother was horrified and the baby, Reginald, was put up for adoption. I first met him when I was seventeen years old and he introduced himself to me. I thought this guy was crazy, but Mary, his half sister, assured me it was true. He went into the Army in World War II at about 21 years of age and came down with pneumonia twice from being in the trenches. It later turned into tuberculosis and he died very young, 22 or 23 years old. My sister had married a sailor, Albert Fawcett, and he was, after the War, a wool sorter in the mills of Bradford, Yorkshire where he worked until the depression in that area. They had a daughter named Mary, who became an R.N. and was a supervisor for nursing in the North Yorkshire area checking hospitals to see if nursing was being done properly. She married Geofrey and they had a daughter, Mandy, who married Kenneth Paxton. They have two sons, .2. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/24d3c3f6a3880d0af75428c7cf1e9199.jpg 3062b6072b056352abccc8e3ff2afe64 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 3 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Christopher and Craig. Mary and Geof also had a son, Alex, who is now married. Nellie and Albert also had a brilliant son, David Fawcett, who was an artist and had a showing in the National Art Gallery in London. He was killed in a plane crash in Spain when there was a controllers strike. The plane he was on collided with another plane and sheared the whole tip off, which with no air, the people died instantly. David had painted many ads and the one for gin was on T.V. many times. He was married but unfortunately his wife had a mental condition, and although he had sent her to Switzerland twice for treatment, he decided "No children’. She squandered or was cheated of all his wealth. My sister, Nellie, died in her sleep at an old age and Albert soon afterward. The next oldest child was my brother George Thomas Hyland who was a great sportsman. He was captain of the Tunbridge Wells football team and cricket team. He was killed when he was 31 by a blow to the head in a football game. He died one week after the injury and the local newspaper had his picture all over the front page. He was married to Connie, but they had no children. Next there was Percy James Hyland who married Ruby and after she died he married Sheila who he was very happy with. He died at 71 years old with no children. He lived next door to Mum and Dad. Then there was Stanley Richard Hyland who married Rose who was a lady’s maid. She had some high ideals. They had a son named Richard, who has been married a few times, and a daughter, Sheila. Both Sheila and her husband were London police officers. They were offered and accepted jobs in Canada. Stan was a chaffeur for a time and then worked in an airplane factory. His throat became a problem with the aluminum covering it from the factory work. We sometimes called him " King" and "Dead Body’ because he was the guy who would proceed the hearse with a stick. The government brought him down to earth because he could no longer stay in the factory. They gave him a horse and milk wagon and he delivered milk in the slum area of London. It was there that he learned unconditional love. Those women always had a cup of tea for him and a big hello. Now remember, tea, milk, and sugar were all rationed at that time, but they all shared. He was really a changed person; his haughtiness was gone. He died of a heart attack in a London park at the age of 61 years. Another brother was Ernest Hyland who was a feisty, free spirit. He went to Australia and the last that we heard from him was that he was in Sidney and was coming home. He disappeared. Then there was my sister, Dora who was in the R.A.F. as I was. She was stationed at many bomber fields as a cook. She loved the crews and was always happy when they returned from their flights. She married Tom Drury who was financially sound so she had everything she wanted. She died of a heart attack in 1996, My parents also had a baby girl named Maisie who died unexpectedly at age three of pneumonia. Next was Alec Hyland. He was a free spirit who could always find humor in everything. He was fun, he could breach quarrels, pouts, and he took care of a blind friend whom he took with him everywhere. Alec was in the Army in World War II and went on the invasion. He had been a baker, too, so that is what the Army used him for. He contracted glandular fever at the front and was flown to Belgium. After .3. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6f720fbd718a70cce2b8a8a1a20da811.jpg eb7cf2aab1cc4d35f80b983086b63fd1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 4 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers the war, he worked in London at some secret stuff--I suspected Atomic. He was married to Ivy and they had three daughters, June, Hazel, and Wendy (who lived in Africa for a long time). Another brother was Charles Hyland who was a free spirit and a rebel. We called him Nob. He was always doing something. Mother believed in punctuality and tea was at 5 p.m. Either be there or go without. One day he came after the tea things had been washed and put away and the teapot was on the hearth. He said "Is there any tea?" It was replied that there was some in the pot. He raised the pot higher and higher and then exploded "Did you say tea or bloody gnats piss?" My father came to his feet and made Nob apologize to Mother and was told to be there for tea or expect the same. He was in the R.A.F. He later married Elaine and had five children. Then there was my sister Elsie. She was always full of love and charity. She died of cancer at age 71. She married Jack Taylor and had a daughter, Fiesty. Jack and Elsie were able to visit me in America several times, as did Dora. Next in line was me, a conceited snob. Then there was my brother, Ronald Walter Hyland. He had many jobs and the Army wouldn’t take him, but he drove their trucks for them. He married Ivy and they had two daughters and a son name Peter. Ron died at age 57 of a heart attack. The baby of the family was David Reginald Hyland who married Sheila. They lost their daughter, Sandra, at age five to cancer, a baby boy at birth, and David himself died when his new son was six weeks old. That child grew up and made the Navy his career. Although our family was large, I was one of the younger ones so I had neices and nephews older than — myself, Although our home was very crowded at the holidays, most were grown and gone by the time I came along. photo Charles Hyland photo Charles and George Hyland Elsie and Edith Hyland (age 3) in England THE EARLY YEARS I was born March 21, 1920. One of my earliest recollections was that my brother, George, and sister, Dora, had saved their money and bought me a doll’s pram for my birthday. It was raining cats and dogs and I insisted on taking it out and cried until Mother let me do it. When I was five and had to go to school, I wouldn’t stay put so they tied me to the seat and I pulled the seat with two of my friends outside with me. We had a large rocking horse in the schoolroom and I was even given rides to make me feel better. .4. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5edf78fd082ff61a47b91e9a067abc37.jpg 885cf2d9d5dd4d4fcea607f12d3c50a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 5 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers It was at school that the nightmare of learning to knit begun. I was kept in at recess and it was really their fault of not explaining how pearl and knit stitches looked. At seven, I was promoted to the girls’ school where rigid discipline was in force. We wore uniforms, we marched into the school in twos to piano music, hung our coats and proceeded to the classroom. The whole school assembled for hymns and prayers and any announcements. Our headmistress was so strict we were terrified of her. When I was about 10 years old, I had been left in school at the noon hour for some mischief. My job at home was to set the table for lunch. We had our main meal at noon. When the teacher let me go, I ran so that my Mother would not be upset with me and accidently upset a fire bucket full of water that had a hanging plant soaking in it. Plant and water went everywhere and I kept going. After lunch, the head mistress called general assembly. Who did this deed? I didn’t own up and the whole school was punished. I think I was too afraid, and that was the day I learned to stare anyone down, because the teacher stared at me, but I didn’t rat. We were all supposed to bring sixpence to replace the plant, but Mother wouldn’t even consider it. I was my father’s pet and went everywhere with him. Our home was full of love; we were well fed with my father growing all our vegetables and fruit. Mother worked very hard, too. On Mondays the wash was soaked, then it was washed in hot soapy water, and then put in the copper to boil. The copper fire had to be fed with wood to keep it boiling, then there were two rinses and then put in a blueing water. After this, the clothes were hung outside on the line to dry. Mother had a ritual. Monday was wash day, Tuesday was ironing, Wednesday was mending, Thursday was bedrooms. Fridays the downstairs, and Saturday was baking. Sunday was church and Sunday School. It was a day of rest where we took long walks in the woods. Our diet was a lot of sameness. On Sundays for lunch we had roast lamb with mint sauce or roast beef and always suet pudding and many homegrown vegetables and gravy. For dessert, it was rice pudding or pies. For tea we had thin slices of bread and butter and all kinds of cakes, salads, jello, and of course, tea. Since Monday was wash day, the menu was leftovers. On Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, I stopped on my way to school at the butchers and ordered a shilling’s worth of beef and two pence worth of suet. Mother rolled the meat in flour, salt and pepper, and put it in a roasting pan, smothered it with onions and water and put it in the oven. With these meals she always made a suet pudding and it was served with lots of vegetables from the garden. Dessert was always rice pudding. Saturdays was sausages, and they taste quite different from American sausages. photo Edith Hyland .5. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed854f030288484d9493b659c45a2434.jpg a343da2df9da21936020f7b452fdcd01 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 6 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers At Christmas we hung our stockings on Christmas Eve, and they were filled with small coins, nuts, an orange or apple, and a store bought stocking. Christmas Day was church, and then all the usual foods including Christmas pudding and cake which was fruit cake. After tea we were blindfolded and stripped the tree of all its chocolate goodies. Then Jack and I played the piano (he in the bass and I in the treble) with all the Christmas carols and old songs with everyone singing. Later we made ham sandwiches and the grownups had homemade wine. The next day was Boxing Day which is a holiday in England with more food and cheer. After tea was the bran tub which was a tub filled with grain and had many little surprises which blindfolded ones reached in to get. Easter was a Holy time. On Good Friday, Mother took us out in the country to pick primroses. We took along a bag of hot cross buns. I remember being too young to sit through the three hour church service on Good Friday. On Easter Sunday we received a chocolate egg. On Whit Sunday (which is six weeks after Easter) we were allowed to change from black stockings to white anklets with patent leather shoes along with new hats and dresses. How we showed off! In the summer, late July, we had six weeks holiday from school. September began hop picking time and sometimes Mother would go, and we kids picked hops into open umbrellas and were paid by the bushel, which bought shoes, etc. I had two good friends called Jean and Phyll. One day Jean, Phyll and I left and went down through Shadwell Woods talking about what we would wear on our wedding day when Happy Harry, a local character, jumped from a tree. How we ran back to my Mother who pooh-poohed it. She made us walk back through the woods with her but he was long gone. He was always popping up in the different woods and they said he was harmless, but we were scared. Our school was supported by the church (Church of England), so the first hour of each day in class was Bible teachings and the catechism. On Holy Days we marched to church and after services we were released for the rest of the day. Jean and I did the forbidden thing--we walked through the common and in the spring we hunted for violets. We played games of skipping, tag, and many games with a tennis ball throwing it up against Jean’s house. How her parents stood it, ’ll never know, but they never once rebuked us. By today’s standards, our childhood was so much simpler and also much more frugal. One evening in the summer we were walking in the fields and an airplane (small) flew over the hedge row so low and Mrs. Sheerlock was wearing one of those high- crowned straw hats and the wheels of the plane put a dent in it. It was landing and maybe we were in a space that we were not supposed to be. It provided much photo Friend Phyll and her daughter, Sandra, with Edith .6. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eccc4377760be3b59a065cb8ded6461e.jpg 1040a8846b346d71ca02ff14db0a9a1f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers laughter for all of us except her. Mother told us that when Jean’s Mum and Dad were with us that I always insisted on riding in Jean’s pram and she in mine. It embarrassed my parents because Jean’s pram was much more beautiful than mine. The English prams were always so lovely and young mothers felt so much pride pushing them, and I can see why the Americans call theirs buggies. Our music teacher had auburn hair, and when she got angry, she would get red spots on her neck and it would creep up until her whole face was bright red. This one day my three special friends and I decided to make her mad. So when she would take each line individually, we sang normally. Now we stood in the back row, and when she sat down at the piano, we dropped our voices and made horrible noises. She finally got wise and threw the book at us. I dodged and it hit the wall. So she punished me by making me write five hundred words with at least six letters. My three friends each wrote one hundred for me and I put my two hundred on top so it really didn’t bother me. Another day at school a wasp came in through the open window and I was fussing. Miss Gilbert, our home room teacher said, "Sit down Edith." I replied, "I'm not going to let the wasp sting me for you." She said, "Go and stand outside the classroom door." Well, whilst standing there I heard the headmistress’ door open, and I ran and hid behind a heavy drape on an outside door. Then I went back and stood beside the classroom door again. The headmistress returned and saw me and asked, "Why are you here’" I said, "A wasp came in the window." She said, "And you began to fuss". I said yes, not telling her what I had said to the teacher. She said, "Go back to your class and tell Miss Gilbert I've told you to return. You are not learning anything out here." Another day, Mother and Jean’s Mother were raking hay to turn it over to dry, and we loved to ride in the hay wagon. That was the first day we played hooky from school. Too bad one of the teachers passed us on the way to school, and was concerned when we showed up absent and went to our Mothers where they found us hiding in and enjoying the hay wagon. Jean and I were confirmed at fourteen years of age. We wore white dresses, white veils and shoes, we led the procession and giggled the whole time even when the bishop had his hand on our heads. We had not been spiritually prepared, and as I’ve said before, "Might well have been the most conceited girls". Jean an I were inseparable from the days we rode in each others pram. She was an only child and had so many things. Her mother was a dress maker and made some lovely clothes for her, and sometimes me. Every day, twice a day, we walked back and forth to school and would play until bedtime. Every day after school we stopped at Jean’s house where her mother would give us a penny or half penny for sweets, and I loved her dearly for that because she always gave me the same amount as she gave Jean. As kids we spent rainy Saturdays in Jean's Dad's workshop reading to photo Front left is Elsie Back middle is Jean Back right is Edith .7. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/44d705955b08c37e213c395ebf63e7fb.jpg 3b3da9a6cfefa559e52473dbce536107 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers<br /><br />each other Grimm’s Fairy Tales. How we loved them! Other than that, we spent our time down in the fields on the farm. We were always gathering wildflowers. One of our favorite games, and if we had been caught would have had some explaining to do (children in England, or my England, were never allowed to go barefoot)- we took off our shoes and socks and then ran and jumped on the cows’ pancakes. The sun would have made a firm coat on them and when we landed on them we would slide. One day a photographer came to take pictures of my Dad and calves to enter into a newspaper competition. Well, we had to devise a plan of how to get into those photos. So we gathered cake (cow’s cake) and held them out to the calves. When one ate from my hand, the photographer got sick. My Dad and his picture won a prize. <br /><br />In my school days, Britain had an empire, so the 24th of May was Empire Day. All the schools in the district met in the Calvery Grounds of Tunbridge Wells. Everyone was dressed in their school uniforms and this included the boys’ schools. Then together, we all sang the National Anthem and a selection of other songs which we had practiced for weeks. Every year "Jerusalem" was sung. A lady visiting the park said that she was spellbound, it was so beautiful. Afterwards, we were dismissed, and living in Rusthall, we had three miles to go. Jean and I opted to walk so that we could show off our new panama hats with the school ribbon. We tied the brim up, and were such conceited little girls. <br /><br />We were thirteen years old when I found something to quarrel about with Jean, and even though she and her mother tried to make up, there was a break in our relationship. About three years later, my mother had a house full of extended family and so I stayed with Jean. Her mother put us together in a big double bed. We talked most of the night and I remember her Mother telling my Mother how wonderful it was to hear our sharing and our giggling. Later she went into the Navy and I in the R.A.F. Years later after my husband Walter died, I made a trip back to England with a friend from Westerville, Molly Wheeler. There I learned that Jean was in a convalescent home with MS. I was truly shocked and went immediately to <br /><br />photo George Hyland and Edith in 1930<br /><br />photo My Dad and His Cows .8. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ab184f2f72eea49da74d196e73a08c09.jpg 5797172323ce4b7d4ba74a797df40fdb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers see her. My sister, Dorrie, and I got Jean into the car and took her up to Ashdown Forest. I was wearing a bright yellow jacket over a blouse. She said "That’s one thing I like about Americans is their use of bright colors and I just love that one you’re wearing.” I took it off (much to her shock) and said "It’s yours." She was so thrilled and I’m told wore it often, but that’s the last time I saw her. She died fairly young of MS. I’ve mentioned that my Father was raised Roman Catholic, but my Mother would not have anything to do with that. So my Dad only came to church for baptisms, weddings, and funerals. He walked Mother and us children to church and then sat outside until it was over. He said the "Our Father" each night for us in the military service. I will always remember sitting in the low shed on the manger when it was pouring with rain and him telling me to listen carefully and if I did I would hear the rain way up high and then would know whether it was going to stop or rain much harder. The same in the spring. Dad would ask "Have you heard the Cuckoo yet?” Of course, Dad was always first. In England, large parcels of land belong to rich people, but by law they have to allow people to walk through. The country fields and woods are so beautiful and one can walk for miles without touching a road. Stiles allowed the crossing from field to field which kept the cattle safe. After I left school, and before the war started, I took care of Mary Ann and Phylllappa Flood who had two older brothers who came home at holidays from boarding school. This was a Catholic family, and the one boy, David, was praying that I would be changed from being a poor pagan. I was very happy doing this job. The girls had such a beautiful pram, and J would push them all over the commons in the mornings and afternoons. Later, when the War broke out, the Floods evacuated to the home of Lord and Lady Ann Gunning near Northhampton (Holton Place). It had its own zoo, its own church and cemetery. The original house had been torn down because no one could be found rich enough to maintain it. Winston Churchill had lived in it at one time. The paneling, fireplaces, etc., were all sold individually. The Gunnings had bought this estate and were in the process of converting the stables photo Dora's Wedding Elsie, Edith, and Tom’s Sister photo Flood Children and Edith photo Edith with the Flood Children .9. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e02111bacf7584c8f1635079ce3ac3c8.jpg b175bde2195b8805eebcb09b96765dfd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers into a house. Lady Gunning was a free spirit and said that there were friendly spirits who were unhappy about the house being torn down and the beautiful oak trees having been cut and sold for lumber. At this time there were German spies who would signal German planes during air raids. The police were trying to catch them as they moved around. I don’t know if they caught them, but at this time the ghosts started to be active despite the burning candles and fires burning continually in the fireplace of every room. We went to Ross on Rye where Mary Ann went to school at the Ursaline Convent. By this time, Dr. Flood was in Africa and Mrs. Flood had to have surgery. She asked me to take the children to Benediction to pray for her. I had never been inside a Catholic Church. The first time I took the girls, all the nuns were seated on the left side of the church and the lighting was very dim. I didn’t know about genuflecting. I, being nosy, was looking around when the youngest girl genuflected and I was right behind. So not wishing to tread on her, I jumped over her and landed close to the alter steps. Benediction started and I had made the mistake of giving Phylllippa her three English pennies to hold. She threw them over the pews, and before I could catch her, had crawled under the pews to get them. Then the worst happened when the priest held up the Sacrament. Phylllipa took her finger and ran it around a man’s bald head and in the silence everyone could hear her say, *Poor man,! Ewa (Edith), he has no hair!" I got almost hysterical and got us all out of there. Mary Ann is now a Carmelite Nun. Her brother Tim is a Trappist monk, and Phylllippa married an Earl and is now a Lady. I don’ t know about David. THE WAR YEARS It was time for me to be conscripted. Before I went in the RAF, my friend, Phyll, and I decided to take a week in Brighton. We were there the week before the War began, acting exactly like all teenagers do. Patients from the London hospitals were being evacuated and we spent all lot of time watching those activities. Here is where I met the Salvation Army. It had good looking bandsmen. I dated the officer’s son and we had a lot of fun together. My involvement with the Salvation Army really upset my Mother. She felt some stigma attached. Phyll and I spent hours with the bandsmen, and as my Father said to Mother, I could have been doing a lot worse things. I think MAYBE if the war had not interrupted I would have been a photo Phyll and Edith in Brighton, 1937 photo Me Sitting in Front of Dorrie .10. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d4d94f241964030b1c5fbcf4dbaefb62.jpg 9059a26aab7ca4c118ce72fbbaaf461a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Salvation Army officer. There I met Jack, for whom I had no romantic feelings and through me he met my sister Elsie, and the were. married 50 years before she died. I am not blaming the War for my actions. We all complete our own destinies, but that was my own brief encounter with the Salvation Army, and I know they are indeed a very special people. On the Thursday evening of my week, we received a telegram from my Dad saying, "Come home immediately". No way! On Friday we received the second with "immediately" three times, and so we took the last train to Tunbridge Wells. When we came out of West Station, there was my Dad on his way to Brighton to fetch us. The next day, Tuesday, Sept. 3rd, 1939, at 1 1:00 A.M. war was declared. Everyone knew it was coming because although Neville Chamberlain got us a reprieve, we all had been issued gas masks and everywhere air raid shelters were being built. Also, there were large cement blocks situated at all the thoroughfares so that, in event the Germans invaded, the roads could be blocked. The Germans did make two attempts, both by sea, and as they crossed the English Channel, the English poured oil and set fire to it, and the Germans had to fall back. After basic training, tired and apprehensive, we were transferred to Morcombe, and every time an ammunition train came through, ours was put on a siding. We had been given the old dog biscuit stuff to eat, but at Reading there was the Army with hot tea, cocoa, and sandwiches. It took us all day to go from Gloucester to Morcombe where we were put in private billets (which was anyone who had an extra bed had to put you up). I managed to be put with a lesbian in a double bed, but she didn’t bother me because, after being given three shots and a vaccination, I was so sick, and she was very, very good to me. When I walked into that landlady’s dining room and saw the table set with a white tablecloth, I wept. photo Edith and Phyll, 1938 photo Edith in Uniform .11. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8dcacc803816795a4bddc5d47ac0c55b.jpg b81a90cd5515141bdfe9f6093e109553 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers World War II was both exciting and scary for me. As the announcement that we were at war was being made on the radio, the air raid sirens were sounded, but it turned out to be an unidentified aircraft crossing the Channel which was a French diplomat. Life moved on with not much happening until one day, hundreds of bombers were flying overhead so low because they were loaded with bombs. I thought they were ours because having got used to sirens wailing night and day, one paid little attention to them. I was home at the time, when a lady came running into the garden shouting to me "Get into the air raid shelter, you silly girl. Can’t you see the swastikas on their wings?" I was watching the two little Flood girls at the time and we were enjoying the sight. Their mother was in the hospital and their father was in Africa with the troops. It was the first real air raid we experienced. That day Biggin Hill was bombed, and it was said that everyone on that airfield was killed except the switchboard operator. Now the practice was that if the planes were attacked or damaged or had engine trouble, they would drop their bombs wherever they were and then bale out. If they went down in their parachutes, twisting round and round, we would cheer because that meant they were dead or badly injured. We had regular bombs and incendiary bombs which lit up the sky like lanterns and were a pretty sight. Everyone had a bucket of sand and a spade to douse them as soon as they hit the ground because a good name for them would have been Fire Bombs. My home in Tunbridge Wells showed the scars of the incendiary bombs. Then there were oil bombs, delayed bombs, and the V2 rockets which traveled faster than the speed of sound and so had done their horrific damage before they were heard. The pilotless aircraft (which we photo Basic Training Edith 4th from left in back row photo Edith .12. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/faa11e2bd382f9670d43161f79fda95e.jpg 60198503af7dce6f7032ab8fa7d2b4a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers called Buzz Bombs) made the sound of an aircraft in trouble. They came in low and when the light went out, they came crashing into the ground and changed their direction sometimes. They did so much surface damage. The rest I’m sure you’ve seen in rerun News programs. Tunbridge Wells was the home of Field Marshall Montgomery when he came home for a short rest. He stayed at the Spa Hotel. Lord HawHaw would announce on the radio "We will be over tonight to bomb Field Marshall Montgomery at the Spa Hotel." Everyone had to do something. If you see the newsreel of St. Paul’s Cathedral, after the bomb hit, of men cleaning up the debris, that is my father wheeling the wheelbarrow. My father had already retired, but that made no difference. He was assigned to travel to London each day to clean up the bomb damage. My sixteen year old brother had to stand on a corner of the church tower with nothing to protect himself with but a pitchfork if a German came along. I asked "Are you afraid?" He said, "I’m more afraid of any ghosts that might be walking around the church cemetery." Actually, as kids, we had run around a German grave from World War One, and the story was if one went around the grave seven times and stuck it with a pin, the devil came and sat on top. We would run round six times and take off as quickly as we could. My girl friend and I were at home when the Battle of Britain began. As soon as the sirens sounded, we dashed off to the open common to watch the dog fights in the sky. We would lie on our backs in the grass and watch the German bombers which came in waves of formation with small delays between them and our little spitfires who flew in and out, with the empty shells falling around us. One day an air raid ambulance came along. The men thought we were injured. My friend was scared and let them put her on the stretcher. I laughed so hard until they, thinking I was hysterical, went to slap me. I came to, fast explaining what we were doing. They were furious until I said "Oh, look. Another wave of bombers." They laid down on the grass with us saying, "We never realized this could be so much fun." The desolation of London was a sight one can never forget. One night I was going home on a 48 hour leave. As we arrived at Paddington Station, the sirens were sounding. I bought a ticket on the underground railway for Charing Cross. I got on the train, but when it got to Bakers Street, the guard was shouting "Everyone out." Previously on a raid, the Thames River sewer gates had been hit, and about 500 people had been drowned in sewage in the underground station that they were using for an air raid shelter. So from then on, the gates were closed in an air raid. I walked around the platform. There were people crying with children, some were playing cards, some eating and drinking, and some were praying. The smell was horrendous. My claustrophobia was getting to me, and J knew that I had to get out of there. The elevators and escalators were stopped. I started to climb the stairs at Baker Street which I believe is the deepest station in London. When I got to the top, there was a bobby. He said, "Where do you think you are going?" I said photo Edith .13. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e4fc7a22d797ed5701df7d5d64e2e22.jpg 331c853f26480bd3740b7c55ed892909 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers "Charing Cross." He said, "Come look outside." Well, there were bombs and the city was lit up with incendiary bombs and the anti-aircraft guns were horrible. I said, “I'm walking." He said, "Put on your tin helmet. If you’ve got the guts to walk, I'll walk with you." He did and when I got to Charing Cross, I bought a ticket for Tunbridge Wells and jumped on a train which was moving out. It took me to within 15 miles of home. I arrived in Tunbridge Wells at 4:00 A.M. and had to walk 3 1/2 miles through the common. It was so dark, and with the blackout curtains up, even if there was someone up, you wouldn’t know it. My home in Tunbridge Wells is located 36 miles from the southeast coast and 36 miles to London, so we experienced much in the War. I was drafted into the Royal Air Force, girls being drafted the same as boys. My mother and sister, Dorie, (who was already in the Air Force), came to London with me the day I went. I had been instructed to bring a knife, fork, spoon and mug. Now, I was too proud to be seen carrying a mug so I didn’t do it. One the train to Gloucester were 800 girls many of whom with I attended school. We had a lot of fun on that train, but what an awakening we had on our disembarkment. Trucks picked us up like cattle, with no seats, and took us to the airdrome where we were given three straw biscuits to put on a metal frame. What a night! My first airfield was Uxbridge which was just outside of London and was back to back with American Headquarters. Then I went to Sheffield and on to Pershore which was underground. Here I worked on the switchboard when one day the signal officer came dashing in. Everyone thought there was trouble, but it was the Air Vice Marshall calling from Group Hqts. and he had said, “Bring me the girl who has my call on her board. I like her voice." And so I went to stay at Abingdon, about 10 miles from Oxford, for the rest of the war. When I had been stationed at Uxbridge, I had an unpleasant experience. One day whilst on duty, a call came for a doctor. The practice was to try each ward until you found him. After I had found him, my board was lit up like a Christmas tree. I answered each one until I got to the last one when a rude, hostile man said "Where the H--- have you been?" I said, "It’s people like you who make life hard for people like me". Within minutes, I was surrounded by signal people, relieved of my duty and sent to Sheffield for training. Every message that passed through the board at Abingdon was scrambled so that the Germans couldn’t intercept it. Before the invasion of Europe, there were so many forces on the street, aimlessly standing around and chewing gum. Most were living on a day-to-day basis as though they were their last days, and for many, they were. photos Churchill and the Troops .14. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7c68b47a4f1a737214ded022cba883dd.jpg 576c3e974eea4c23640b06aadaf5320b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Then came the order "All Military Personnel confined to 25 miles radius." Walter, who later became my husband, stayed in his 25 miles, but I went up to the orderly room, made myself some passes, stamped them with the official station stamp, and proceeded to Newbury to see him before he left for the invasion of Europe. We spent a nice day together. It was a beautiful sunny day in the Oxford area. Oxford University allowed Military Personnel to attend its lectures free which I enjoyed, and it was a privilege to attend. I learned a little about psychiatry. Oxford is a beautiful city. After the nice day with Walter, my mistakes began. I got on the wrong train. It was a milk train which stopped at every station and made me miss my connection at Reading. The station master locked me in the waiting room for the night and awakened me in the morning for the train. In the excitement of realizing I was AWOL, I got on another milk train. Well, I was supposed to be on duty at 8:00 AM. and I realized that I wasn’t going to make it, so I got off the train at Didlot, and stood in the middle of the road saying to myself that the first car down this road would pick me up or run over me. Soon a little sports convertible came down the road, I jumped in asking his destination. He said "Oxford". I said "Which do you think is more important -for you to be in Oxford at 8:00 A.M. or for me to be in Abingdon?” He said, "I’m sure it’s for you to be at Abingdon." When I got close to the airfield I told him that he could let me off, but he said that he’d brought me this far, he’d drive me to the gate. Fortunately for me, the M.P. knew me and said, "All right, Hyland, pass by. I'll pretend I've never seen you." And so I was saved. On the night of the invasion, I knew it was happening. There were so many ships, etc. in the Channel that they could not put enough pins in the board to represent them. At headquarters, one felt that one could walk across the English Channel by stepping on pins. However, the drone of aircraft was continuous. Each plane had three gliders attached to it full of parachuters going to Normandy. This seemed to go on for ever. The news media was saying we’ve only lost 5 or 7 planes and we knew different because there had been seven that crashed around our airfield and those guys were pretty relieved to miss that trip. photo Edith - War Years .15. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/af11e2036f4e08a33c3d167d58bb6c47.jpg 19d90ede701dde8404b12c8b543017ec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers WALTER DAVIS MYERS, JR. Now, I have been asked many times how I met my husband. I was in the R.A.F. and had two friends who were special. It was my birthday and we were going to celebrate it. Barbara, Joan, and I took a bus to Oxford, had tea, then splurged and went to a more expensive dance than usual. After we were there a while, Barbara said, "There’s an awfully nice American who is going to ask you to dance." I had little use for Americans and replied that J did not pay five shillings to come to a dance and then dance with any damn American. By this time, a very nice voice said, "May I have this dance?" Well, in England if you refused a young man’s invitation to dance, you had to sit out the dance, so I danced with him. He was very polite. He asked for the next dance. After this, I said to my friends that I was going to the ladies room and would come back at the other end of the dance floor. I stayed a while, and as I came back I saw him approaching and another G. I. asked me to dance. He jitterbugged and I was being thrown wildly! Walter rescued me, tapping the young man on the shoulder and saying, "Excuse me". The G.I asked if I was his girlfriend. Walter answered yes. The G. I. released me, saying "So sorry". Walter came to Abington the next night where I was stationed. He had to walk 22 miles back to his base. That evening he said, "Would you like to go dancing? " How his poor blistered feet must have felt. I went on leave and left no indication where I was. Walter went to Abington and stood outside the Air Base until he found someone who knew me. After that, I met him often, became engaged, and he left for the invasion of Europe. During this time, he was sent home for a leave of rest, and whilst he was home, the war ended. He had served in Iceland and had enough service to muster out. A year later, I received a cable photo Bud in Iceland 1941 photo Walter and Edith’s Wedding .16. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0346c04100157dc5cf92b161575190d6.jpg f20ad510867a2ded6e92c5610349013d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers saying "Have my visas, my passport, your ring. Arriving at Oxford on Valentine’s Day, 1946." I sent a cable saying, "Don’t come. I’ve changed my mind." Received his next cable which said, "Coming anyway." Well, he arrived at Oxford, more out of the train than in it. We were married by special license because his visa was for thirty days. We were married in St. Paul’s Church in Rusthall. I wore the gown that had been wore in the film "Quiet Wedding". Film studios allowed military brides to rent their wedding dresses. It was a heavy white satin. We went to Oban, Scotland, for our honeymoon. I was not a war bride. War brides were girls who had married G.I.s and were brought to the U.S. at the government’s expense. My husband paid for my passage. ON TO AMERICA My brother, Stan, did not like Americans one bit. He wasn’t happy about me marrying an American. Later on when I returned to England with the children, he did come to see me. He said they were not bad looking seeing that they had American blood. My mother was also very against my marriage. She said, "Over my dead body." I, rebellious as ever, told her "O.K. Dr. Flood will give me away." (He was the father of the two little girls I had looked after.) My Dad spoke up and said, Your Mother is head of this house, but I will come wherever you marry to give you away." Mother reneged and we were married from home and we honeymooned in Oban, Scotland. When we left for the U.S. A., my family was very calm except for my Father who laid across the hood of the car and sobbed and had to be lifted off. He died before I was able to return to England, and as one of the neighbors told me “You caused his death. You broke his heart." So comforting. We sailed from Southampton on May 19th, 1946 aboard the Argentina. Wartime conditions still existed and men and women had separate sleeping quarters. We went to Walter’s home which was Coldwater, Ohio. Whilst we were there, Janet was born, May 3, 1947. We then went to Columbus, Ohio, where Walter attended Bliss College on the G. I. Bill. I became pregnant again, and since Janet’s birth had been so difficult, I went back to Montezuma and stayed with Walter’s brother, Howard, until Barbara’s birth on June 22, 1948. Both Janet and Barbara were born at the Gibbons Hospital in Celina, Ohio. When Barbara was born, I was convinced that she had been born with no ears as her head was covered when I first saw her. Walter completely forgot me and dashed to the nursery where they showed him that she really did have ears. Walter got a job with the State, the Public Employees Retirement System, while it was very new. Ron was born in Columbus photo Janet with her Mother photo Walter and Janet .17. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9dcd2a7de8ac2bc0336fe3d5873a5802.jpg fa3d0cda9bd555a24ca85e9f7fb9317f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers at Doctor’s Hospital on October 4, 1950, and so our family was complete. All three children are now married. Janet, married to Burrell Denune, has three children, James, Charles and Laura. Janet teaches first grade at Big Walnut Local Schools. She was never a problem child, taking after her father. She made the National Honor Society while in high school and then went on to O.S.U. Barbara is more like me, determined, and got married to Rick Budd when she was nineteen. This did not work out, but they had two little girls, Jody and Robin. Barbara worked very hard to support them as Rick contributed nothing to their support. While Barbara worked at Ohio Bell Telephone, she met Gary Geng whom she married. He is wonderful. He adopted Jody and Robin, and then they had two more daughters, Melinda and Megan. Ron put himself through O.S.U. by managing an apartment complex and painting because he wanted to be his own man. He married Elaine Cotter and they have three children, Nathan, Mark, and Sarah. I am very proud of my children, their spouses, and my lovely grandchildren. Like my Mother, I am superstitious. One day an eccentric lady gave Ron a red vase and told him she had had two on her mantelpiece and an evil spirit had smashed one in the night. If bad things began to happen, he was to get rid of it. He promptly brought it home. Well, Walter and I were not happy with it and we kept a light burning. Everything began to go wrong. After Walter died, I took it outside and turned it upside down. Well, in the morning it was smashed. Ron later asked for it, but it was long gone. We lived in Columbus until 1959 when we moved to Sunbury. I had gone to work at the Ohio Bell Telephone Company when Ron was five. Walter strongly disapproved of a wife working, and that’s fine, except if was a case of photo Janet and Dad photo Mother with Barbara in Janet's Little Cart photo Barbara and Janet photo Janet, Ron and Barbara Myers .18. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/de35240b93a9c725a40581529ff5c224.jpg 406575a865c0f955e1379fce649fc527 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers balancing money. Walter had graduated from Bliss College and got hired by Public Employees Retirement System and the benefits were very good but the pay was not. One day after the children were in school, I saw an ad in the paper for Morehouse Fashion needing a part time PBX operator, so I thought "I can do that" and he’d never know. Well, when I got there the job had been filled so I said to myself "What the heck" and I went around to the telephone company, got a job, and told Walter when I left for work on Monday. I took driving lessons after we moved to Sunbury, bought my own car, and drove to and fro. WALTER’S FAMILY Walter’s grandfather was the engineer at the water department in Circleville, Ohio. Walter’s father, Walter D. Myers, Sr. was an engineer in Coldwater, Ohio. He married Altha Belle Davis, who was a teacher. She taught her husband so that he could get his engineering license. Before that, he had made flour at the St. Henry Mill. There his wife had to use the first batch of flour from each making as a tester. Walter Sr. and Altha had five children. Walter was the oldest child. He was born on October 2, 1916. Walter did very well in school. For a while he worked at the Buckeye Overall Factory in Coldwater before he went in the service. He cut overalls and sewed them, and so he did his own patching and everything in the house that needed sewing. I was no good at it, but I had learned knitting. When Walter’s mother died in 1939, it was photo Altha Belle Davis Myers photo Walter Myers, Sr. .19. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eadc8f44f1ee46358e013a67f540be97.jpg 0f1f10d257a1eb3d6bee2150b3625f6d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers a very difficult time for him as they had done the gardening together and were very close. He immediately joined the service to get away. He had big brown eyes and very pretty wavy hair. He died in 1976 from complications of sugar diabetes. Carmen, the only girl, was the next oldest. She married Kenneth Wallick and they had one son, Keith. photo Altha Belle with Carmen and Waller Jr. photo Altha Belle Davis Myers with Children Walter, Carmen, Howard, Forrest, and Roger photo Walter D. Myers, Jr .20. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1e17093f70176a587caf54d158818936.jpg 052d02a48c23fec2d6ac5725219a7905 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Keith, who married a Mexican girl, have a son and daughter. Kenneth is now deceased. The third child was Howard, who married Laura Mae, and they had five sons. They lived in Alaska whilst he was in the Air Force and then they moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. Then he disappeared to find a better life with a new lady. Forest was next. He graduated from Purdue University and got a really good paying job. He and his wife, Reba, live in Virginia. They have one son, Gary. Gary had a shrimp boat up until the time he had a brain tumor and then he had a florist shop. The baby of the family is Roger who married Vonola. Their three sons are Larry, Dale, and Carl. Larry has two boys, Dale has two girls, and Carl had a baby girl who died when she was only a few weeks old. Roger worked for Delta Airlines and has been all over the world. All four boys and Kenneth were in the service, Howard, Forest, Roger, and Kenneth in the Air Force while Walter served in the Army. While Walter was in the Army, he served for a while in Iceland where he had pneumonia twice, and then went to England and was in the invasion of Germany. Myers Children: photo Walter Jr photo Walter Jr. Carmen, Howard, Forest Coldwater, Ohio .21. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/90c3982330bd090c3b1596986e3be9aa.jpg dcdbcea011ddcd1a22f816f42ab6b1fc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers TRIPS When Walter and I left England and approached New York, everyone was on deck to see the approach. When the Statue of Liberty looked like a needle, everyone started singing "America". Many were crying. There were other trips In 1953 my Father died. I decided to take the three children to England. We left on Dec. 1 and sailed on the Queen Elizabeth (which one old sailor said sailed like a tug boat and he was threatened with the brig if he didn’t shut up). On the ship, the crew had one smoke stack put out so that Santa could come down the chimney. We spent Christmas with my family and Janet and Barbara went to school in Rusthall. We planned to stay three months, but Janet fell and broke her arm which was one delay. About the time she was over that, she caught whooping cough. Our passage was canceled. The next sailing we could get was from Liverpool on the ship Britannica. When she was far out to sea, the ship was stopped, the Queen Mary which was going to England was stopped, and in life boats they transferred a stowaway to our ship. The sea became very rough and our ship broke a cylinder and we took several extra days to get to New York. Many people have been surprised that I took such a journey alone, but there was no problem except one-we ran into a very rough sea off the coast of Iceland and everyone was sick including me. My three children were the only ones in the dining room that night and the crew let them have anything they wanted including ice cream. When I came to, they were sifting in the center of the cabin eating oranges. So is seasickness real or emotional? Whilst we were in England, Ron was christened in St. Paul’s Church, Rusthall, where Walter and I were married. We went through many woods, played hide and seek at Happy Valley, and visited Toad Rock. I have not seen any territory like this in America, but this maybe is prejudiced. I know the kids enjoyed the rocks and commons. My second trip to England was with Walter when the children were teenagers. I had not flown before. We had an unpleasant happening. Our plane had been delayed two hours arriving in New York and then the cleaning took place. Finally, photo Passport Photo - 1953 photo Edith and Walter, Ron, Janet and Barbara 1953 before Going to England 22 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0f5ac8654cda523641b3e80d77e1cabc.jpg fc9935df8b3193ce987ba4930631f09a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers we were on our way to what we thought was a routine trip with the pilot talking to us along the way. When we got to England, the plane kept circling and people were looking up at the plane since it was so low. A canoe capsized with its people staring. Then the pilot told us that on takeoff from New York we had blown two tires and as a precaution there were many ambulances and fire trucks. He told us not to be alarmed as it would be O.K. What a bump and then the plane had to be towed up to the terminal by a tractor. By this time, I had lost my parents and four brothers. The third trip back to England I made with Janet and Burrell. This picture was taken over Beachy Head at Eastbourne. My sister, Dorie, said that this was one of the happiest days of her life. My fourth trip I went with Molly Wheeler, a friend from Westerville who also had come from England, and Sister Marcelle, who I had met at a convent. It was a pleasant trip. I went again with Molly and her husband, Jim. Molly got sick and Jim wanted to return to the U.S. but I said "No". I felt Molly could get good medical treatment in England and they were both very grateful to me and ended up having a very good time. We went to Lands End where the sea amongst the rocks is so rough, and of course that is where the pirates hung out. We passed through the Douchy of Cornwall where all the land belongs to Prince Charles, but the farmers are allowed to let their sheep graze there and there are sheep everywhere. If you could see those sheep you would know why they say sheep are dumb. They roam and sleep in the middle of the roads. We also went to Plymouth where Sir Francis Drake was bowling when he heard of the Spanish Armada. It is said that he insisted on finishing his game before meeting the Spaniards. There is a small village in Devon called Appleforer. To this day the descendants are what is left behind from the Spanish Armada. They still carry Spanish onions to sell from long poles held over their shoulders. I later traveled to England with Janet’s son, James, and Barbara with her daughters, Jody, Robin, and Melinda. Later on, I took Charles when he turned 8. Later on, Janet and Laura went with me. In December of 1994, I went back to see Dorie who wasn’t well. Finally, my last trip home was in July of 1996 with Janet to attend my sister, Dorie’s, funeral. Afterward, Janet and I went to Bradford, Yorkshire and drove through Sherwood Forest where we could envision Robin Hood. We went to Harden which was the home of the Bronte sisters. We saw the school where one taught and the little church where their father pastored. He must have been a strange man for he ate all his meals in the sitting room. It was around this table that the sisters’ photo Day at Beachy Head at Eastbourne in 1971 Janet, Edith, Alex, and Dorrie Having Tea 23 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dd9f4175e3e6523060f09560d04e80b2.jpg 72c2479d45f1d957e6889a90fbb7da90 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers imagination and the bleak moors inspired the writing in their books. For many years there had been many deaths in this area, especially of young children. In later years, it was discovered that the water they drank from below the churchyard had passed through the cemetery and was full of bacteria. One of the Bronte sisters had a dog and when the girl was sick, it sat outside her bedroom door. When she died, it sat by her grave until it too, died. We climbed on the moors. One minute you can be in bright sunshine, and the next step can take you into dense fog. There were many wild ponies on the moors and we passed by the Dartmouth Prison which is surrounded by moors. We stayed with Nellie’s granddaughter, Mandy, and her family for a few days, and then we went to Devon to visit my nephew, Richard. He took us to see Stonehenge which is unexplainable and awesome. We also saw the while horse down on a hillside in chalk. Richard didn’t know the origin but said that there were others. Richard and his wife took us to an old copper mine where boys of eleven had to work a hundred years ago. The mine was so deep and it took them so long to enter that they had to stay Monday through Saturday. The guide told us that they died in their early twenties because of the chemicals. While underground, they only had Cornish pastries to eat throughout the week. The only time the poor people got to ride in a wagon was when there was a death in the immediate family and they were given a ride to the cemetery and then had to walk back. The rich were rich, and the poor, poorer. We also spent a day in Torquay which is like any other seaside town. This trip was more than enough for me. All my family in England was gone and England had changed. I have been on three cruises with Gary, Barbara, and their children. The last one was Melinda’s graduation present from high school and Laura was able to go, too. We went to St. Croix, Jamaica, St. Thomas, the Cayman Islands, Mexico, and San Juan. The cruises were nice, but I prefer rougher seas. St. Croix had millions of termites and they looked horrible fastening themselves to trees. Caymen Island was very clean, and St. Thomas was the place to buy gold. San Juan, I didn’t like. Jamaica was very picturesque. photo Edith Dressed in a Costume of 100 Years Earlier- Taken at the Copper Mine 24 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/06a155ceb4750f28f86a88ba2f77f282.jpg 61e6f2985b4121ef5e61345b5017fe1d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers I have also been to Myrtle Beach several times, sometimes with Janet’s family, sometimes with Barb’s family, and sometimes with both. It is one of my favorite places to visit. I have also been to Florida several times, sometimes with Barb and Gary as we visited with his folks. On year I went with Gary and Barb and family up the east coast for the fall colors and then to Maine and Rhode Island where the rich had their yachts parked. After Walter died and the children were living their own lives, I told my Parish Priest at St. Mathew’s Episcopal Church in Westerville, "I'm going away for a few days and I am not going to tell my family, but I will let you know where I am in case of an emergency." He replied, "I don’t like you doing this, but I know just the place for you to go and deal with your grief-the Convent of the Transfiguration at Glendale near Cincinnati. The nuns will not bother you, but will be there for you if you so wish." I parked in the Convent parking lot and sat for a few minutes and thought, "What the heck am I doing here?" A nun came out and said, "Are you Mrs. Myers?" I replied that I was and she told me to come in. She showed me to my room and told me I was invited to share in as many of their services as I cared to and I’m thinking, "That’s easy, none." I got a tour of the dining room, the chapel, the church , and the grounds. The Convent grounds and the chapel are just beautiful. The next morning I met a young Sister, Sister Marcelle, who had lost her father the same week as Walter’s passing. We spent most of the day together and became very good friends. She later went on a trip to England with me and Molly. When she decided to leave the Convent, I was the first person she called to tell of her decision. She now lives in Baltimore, Maryland, and to put it in her own words, “living in sin with an exMonk". She is physically disabled and if they were to marry, she would lose her social security benefits. It was through Sister Marcelle that I was introduced to Milford Retreat Center which is also a beautiful place. There are vast grounds with a modern chapel that still has the old world charm. There I met Ken, a priest, who was making a retreat there. He was also arranging a trip to Italy. It had been five years since Walter had died, and I had still not shed a tear. It was all held inside. I went to Mass. The Priest was telling about the young priest in El Salvador. He had been threatened to stop taking care of the poor or he would be killed. He continued and wrote the song "Be Not Afraid". As I went up to receive, a tear left the Priest’s eyes and my eyes answered. I became a babbling idiot, and when he left, I did, too. I went to my room, throwing myself across my bed. Ken came in, picked me up and rocked me, praying and singing. I said, "Put me down". He said, "Let it all go." I said, "I’m hungry." He said, "All right, wash your face and I’ll be back." Well, I thought about leaving, but Ken came back and we went to the dining room. He said to the other table occupants, "Excuse Edith. She had wimpy soup for lunch." This broke the ice and we became good friends. photo Edith and Jody at Myrtle Beach .25. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ace9bb818e3622ba0a0e026883930e22.jpg 880548d5e1461dfa823c75392505d3da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland The following summer I retired early from Ohio Bell and went on a trip to Italy with Father Ken and ten others. We went from the toe of Italy up to Milan. Sorrento was the first place we went to and we stayed in a new hotel which unfortunately for me had no screens and the air conditioners were not working yet and mosquitoes had a feast on me. Fortunately, we had a doctor traveling with us and he was able to prescribe a quick healing. One of the places where we stayed was Assisi that had a little chapel that St. Francis had prayed in and some of the brothers grumbled that the order was too strict. St. Francis asked God if he should change it and God told him that it was the way He wanted it to be. The monastery was large and one of the brothers told me that they pray for anyone crossing their threshold. It made me feel good. We visited the spot where the Nativity took place. St. Francis, not being a priest, could not say Mass. The creche in the rock was the crib, and St. Francis brought a live ass and ox and stood with his hands on each of them. It was very mountainous region, quiet, and peaceful. The paintings in Italy were so beautiful and the crown coming out of the forehead with jewels. It was here where the body of St. Clare was lying on a slab of marble and she looked exactly alive except for a little support for her nose. A Jewish man, his wife and I were the only non-Catholics in the group. We stood aside and the Jewish doctor said that I could make a fortune. My roommate bought what she thought was a bottle of wine (not speaking Italian), we drank it by the glass, and got sicker than dogs because it was a liquor. (WHAT A LESSON) Rome was full of history and the Vatican was enormous. The Sistine Chapel with the painting by Michelangelo on the ceiling put one in awe. In the church was a black statue, and I still don’t know who it was, but each person passed his hand over one foot which had been wore very smooth, and I thought, "O.K. I'll do it,too" because I didn’t want to miss out on anything. St. Mark’s Square was very impressive. In Venice we took a gondola ride and although the pictures are all very beautiful, the water was filthy, I’m very proud of the picture I took there --- the best I've ever taken. Naples was where the smell of photo Italy photo Father Ken and Edith Trip to Italy .26. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/594dd513fe4b3420210f8a121c22a241.jpg a7003acf2b6fe4c05d0b4032edd2775f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland lemons was great. It seemed that everyone had lemons. The road to Melfi was a nightmare. Traffic was backed up for miles. We met a bride trying to get to the church and she as so frustrated that she had thrown her veil off. We saw one wedding, so different from ours! The bride and the groom arrived at the church together. All their friends and the Priest stood outside waiting for them. The wedding pictures were then taken. The bride and groom led everyone back into the church where every nook and crook was filled with gardenias. Another day we went to the Isle of Capri where I had always wanted to go ever since it had been the first popular song I learned to play on the piano. We saw the Blue Lagoon which was really blue. The Leaning Tower was leaning. The remains at Pompeonici were depressing. So little was left after the volcano erupted. The people had become so wicked and many felt this was an act of God, but I don’t agree. So many lost their lives and the volcano ash got into everything. There was one figure by small fountain, which the guide said "was two brothers who put wine it it so that their mistresses would get drunk and their sexual desires were sated". The churches in Italy were awesome and each one, to me, seemed to be more beautiful than the rest. Again the group was each lighting a candle, and not wishing to be left out, I did, too. The food on the trip was good and they served wine at every meal and everyone insisted it was safer than the water. A sad part of the trip was the little girls begging and I was told that their parents were watching from the perimeter to keep them safe. One day I was looking in my purse to give a girl something when she reached under her shirt and pulled out a beautiful leather pocketbook the likes of which I had never owned. The Pope gave us a special blessing, reading our names out loud and he went to shake hands with me, but I didn’t move, and he shook hands with a little Italian girl next to me who promptly fainted. They do not use deodorant or shave their legs and although she had beautiful white clothes on, she was not good to be next to. The people stood with arms outstretched with rosaries and holy things for the Pope to bless. I had bought three but they were back at the hotel. When we got to Milan and went to the cathedral, I asked my priest friend to bless them, and brought them black to my friends. I was one of seven at the Vatican who got to go down where they are still excavating under the Vatican. The early Christians lived down there. The Popes were buried down there and there are bones they believe may be the bones of St. Peter. The trip was in 1982 and this was before the Pope was shot and he walked pass the crowd. It was a beautiful trip. It was very hot, and in Rome when there was a traffic jam, all the drivers would just let their cars sit and they would jump out to see what was going on. When the traffic moved they'd jump back in their cars and away they’d go. I threw coins in the Trevi Fountain which the superstition is that you will return to Rome. A great hope, I'll grant you. After I returned home, I stayed close to Ken who was a priest in Hamilton, Ohio. I made visits to Milford, where we met, and visited Houston Woods where I finally released Walter to Our Lord. I stood by a stream of water and said "As that water flows away around stones or objects, I release Walter to You, Lord," and then .27. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5cc5fae2bac0342ef4db572e0acc8778.jpg 2507224eaf2caaf2bba79b9ff6021146 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland I ran and it was then that I was able to accept it and go on. As I said before, I had taken early retirement to take the trip to Itlay because Ohio Bell would not give me enough time off. I AM TRULY GRATEFUL FOR THIS TRIP. CHURCH AND ORGANIZATIONS I attended St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church in Westerville for many years and was the Alter Guild director for seven years. The Cross outside the church was erected by our family in memory of Walter. I was a Shepherd and prayer counselor and very active until I was on a committee of three people to decide whether we should recommend my friend Ceci for priesthood. It was most shocking to me how the priest, Ron Albert, reacted. To say the least, Ceci left the church and turned to the Catholic Church. She had four Doctorate degrees and is now at the Neumans Center on OSU campus where she teaches a class. She and her husband taught English at the Josephinium College and are now divorced. I later turned to the Catholic Church, too. Walter and I had joined the Moose and he served in some positions. I went through the chairs, became senior regent and ultimately a member of the College if Regents which meant I could wear a red stole. It is a good organization, taking care of children whose parents have died, educating them through college, and also some married skill. It also photo Edith - Top Left and Friends of Moose Lodge photo Edith- Moose Lodge Became a Member of College Regents photo Walter and Edith Moose Celebration .28. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa6a78b3d44e117458d40c7f90e1a73c.jpg b59cc65ea11908dc64c772a9b53893f1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland cares for the sick and elderly at Moosehaven in Jacksonville, Florida. The Moose has a bar, and many dances and dinners, so there was always much entertainment. Being it’s in Worthington, I don’t go much anymore. Coming home late one night on the Worthington Road, a man stood in the road and I stepped on the gas and he jumped, but fear went through me and whether her needed help or mischief I'll never know. I joined the American Legion from Walter’s service record. I quickly became president of the Westerville Post. We made trips to Chillicothe Veterans Hospital twice a year to give the veterans who had had birthdays since we were last there a party. There was lots of cake and dancing. I attended conventions twice in Toledo, once in Columbus, and once in Cincinnati. We had reunions, marched in parades on Memorial Day, made and put poppies on World War I veteran’s graves on the Otterbein, Pioneer, and Blendon Cemeteries. We had Easter egg hunts and Halloween parties for the kids, and sent Valentine and Christmas cards to our boys in the service through Louisville, Kentucky. We had moved from Columbus to Sunbury when Janet was in the eighth grade, and found the community to be very tight, so our friends and acquaintances lived in the Gardens, too. I didn’t have much time to neighbor, and also the English in me didn’t want me to mix without a formal introduction. I worked at Ohio Bell odd hours and eventually till 5:00 P.M. when Walter and I were able to travel back and forth together. It seemed that things were beginning to shape our way, but Walter became sick and then went blind. God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to perform, and Walter’s blindness made a closeness that’s unexplainable. I listened to tapes with him and read to him, and it seemed that he could read my thoughts. When I read the Bible to him, he could tell me where I had left off because I hadn’t a clue. He insisted that I keep my job and thank God he did for it paid big dividends to me. I worked there for 22 years or so, met many people, both black and white, and did some crazy things. One Christmas Eve before going to the office, we went to a black bar, and the guys kept buying us drinks. When we got to the office, the boss said, "Don’t open your desks." I fell asleep in the lounge and there was poor Walter driving around looking for me. I first had worked as a long distance operator and really enjoyed it, but I was promoted in a year to supervisor. This looking for faults in others was not my bag. I then became a toll investigator and from my desk could call anywhere in the U.S. to find people who photo Laura Denune, Megan and Melinda Geng American Legion poppy Days .29. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ea245a2b688714e391d643838179b575.jpg 82072fdf4f1de84c30fc6b14f0a99ef0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland were cheating or equipment that was failing and correct it. It was very interesting and challenging and it was amazing whom one met on line. I retired from toll investigation. In later life I’ve had some bad luck. An elevator at work fell with me, I’ve had knee surgeries, a broken wrist, a broken ankle, a broken hip which needed replaced and an hysterectomy. I’ve been bothered with back problems. Perhaps I'll write more about this later. I have a rotten, spoiled cat named Sunshine who spends time, sometimes happy, sometimes crazy, but he keeps me mouse free which is one creature I really fear. For that reason I was never able to go into an air raid shelter because of them being underground and often the home of field mice. photo Edith at Home - 1998 photo Ron, Elaine, Edith, Janet, Walter holding James Easter 1973 photo Costume Party Won 1st Prize .30. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/abb616483d2844f3cb5c30e85f8ffbd9.jpg 5c3505a907e0131df6a1a6de312f0a24 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland photo Gary, Barbara Megan, Robin Jody, Melinda Geng photo Cousins: Megan Geng and Sarah Myers photo The Grandchildren .34. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b2048b0b77513b2e37eb1fbaa3fe520e.jpg 1c7cbc16c0a13106e91f67b2b02e687a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 35 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland The writings wore never concluded because my mother, Edith Hyland Myers, had a heart attack on December 29th, 1998. If not for her granddaughter, Megan, she would have died that night. Megan was able to get help. However, Mom never regained consciousness and died a month later on January 28, 1999. I'm sure she would have had many more stories and pictures to include but I decided not to add anything to her work - I just rearranged her writings into some sort of order I hope she would a approve of. She had not done this yet as the book was a work in progress. Her daughter, Janet Denune http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e431e7d5cc13ecc2af3f310bd9ff0486.jpg 9aa8cea4032cc44be583d145ff4517b3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace Subject The topic of the resource Hyland family--Genealogy Local history--Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury Myers family--Genealogy Personal Narratives--Edith Mercy Hyland Myers (1920-1999) Personal Narratives--Walter Davis Myers, Jr. (1916-1976) World War II, 1939-1945 Description An account of the resource In this family history, Edith Mercy tells the story of her childhood growing up in England, her parents and siblings, schooldays, her time spent in service during WW2, where she meets her American husband, Walter Davis Myers, Jr. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Author Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Community Library, Sunbury, Ohio Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2000 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Book Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Text Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 31145774 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5f9c1844e8ec78d9da0da03119c7d645.jpg 50eaad568f3fcc4f8e6fbcb3b8d3cd8c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (3) Description An account of the resource My little brick schoolhouse Childhood Home http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8aa9ad5ed9d7c24e53ccc4269c9ea991.jpg e2c4b007f7d93757446302df289b6dcc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (4) Description An account of the resource My dear Descendents: Come look with me into the kaleidoscope of time and see the changing patterns of my life and perhaps you will gain some insight as to your beginnings and learn from what kind of stock your an- cestors were made! I was born May 5, 1896 to Virgil and Cora Lewis Buel in a log cabin on the Delaware-Licking County Line Road just 14 months after my brother Floyd. When I was 16 months old and Floyd but 2 1/2 years, our mother died at age 22 as the result of giving birth to premature, still-born twins. The date was September 20, 1897. Quite naturally our dad was bewildered at the prospect of coping alone with two babies. He, therefore, willingly delegated the task to his wife's grieving parents who graciously accepted the challenge of rearing the offspring of their only child. After the decision was made to take us, my grandparents made just one stipulation; that we would be theirs forever and that Dad would not come take us away after they had become attached to us, although he was welcome to visit us anytime. Dad gave his word on this and always kept it. My father, at 25 years of age, was a broken-hearted widower. Since his father had died the year I was born, Dad went to live with his mother in Croton and continued his business of livestock dealing. He resided there for five years until he married Gertrude Stalton, a milliner, also of Croton. My dad was the son of Ed and Sophonia Case Buck. Dad's brothers and sisters were James, Henry, Lora, and twin sisters Lou and Lucy. Charles, Friend, Curtis, George (Jode), Dora, and Alice were half brothers and sisters of Dad's from their father's first marriage. My paternal grandfather, Ed Buel (1826), was the son of Joshua Hamilton Buel and Lucy Gear Buel. Great-grandfather Joshua had a colorful background. He was born in Schenectady, N.Y. in 1799. His, father was Grover Buel, who had been a general for the British Army. Joshua's first suit of clothes was made from his father's redcoat. He was orphaned at the age of 6. At this time he was taken in by Deacon and Mrs. Trahoun where he remained until age 21. He was then given two suits of homespun clothing and a yoke of oxen. Soon thereafter he married Lucy Gear of Saratoga Springs, N.Y. Lucy's maternal grandparents had left England and come to America in search of religious freedom and had suffered many hardships in this new country. Joshua Buel had a military career and as he had a strong, deep voice and a very commanding personality, he was made a colonel in a regiment of the New York Militia. He migrated to the State of Ohio in 1834 and by 1860 was drilling the Ohio Volunteers. He did not enter the Civil War because he was 61 at the time. He helped organize the Hartford Fair Society in 1857 and was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1d1f62f3b763ab69817b2e66bfae1996.jpg c6f5f63731e2f3a7f16c9867693ed65b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (5) Description An account of the resource -2- its first president. By 1859, he was instrumental in acquiring 25 acres of land in Hartford Township from Tabor Sharp for the fair- grounds. The sum of $500 was paid for the grounds -- $20 per acre -- with annual payments of $25 over a period of 20 years! Being interested in education, Joshua was a financier of the Haleyon Academy in an era before schools were publicly endowed. Joshua and Lucy's children were Kate Buel (Hunt), Edwin Arlten (my grandfather), Mudson P., Joshua Jr, (Jott), and Lucy Buel (Johnson). In his Later years, after Lucy's death, Joshua and his second wife, Calista, lived in Nebraska City, Nebraska where he managed a drygoods store. He died out there in 1883 at age 84. A sidelight on my father's family concerns Dad's older half- brother Charley, who on the Sunday of May 21, 1899, at the age of 36, made a name for himself. Charley, a cattle buyer, was employed by an uncle who was the president of the livestock buying firm of Evans, Snyder, and Buel at the Chicago Union Stockyards. Charley had become very frustrated and outraged at the poor service offered by the railroads in transporting livestock from Trevor, Wisconsin to Chicago. The distance of 60 miles often would take 18 hours by rail and many of the sheep would sicken and die enroute. One day while at the station awaiting a load of sheep, Charley in exasperation exclaimed, "That's slower than I can walk!" Another cattle buyer, Courtney C. Kleman, took up his remark and said, “Bet you $500 you can't outrun a train!" and so the bet was on. Other bets were quickly placed and Charley rose to the challenge. Not wishing to go into this undertaking haphazardly, he em- ployed a colored trainer by the name of Frank Hart to help get him into shape for the race. The race day soon rolled around and retinue, who - accompanied. on tandem or bicycle, included a Chicago Tribune reporter who acted as pacemaker; J. F. Hummel and Jake Milam, representatives of challenger Kleman; trainer Hart; and bag puncher Harry Brown. Charley adhered to a preplanned route on established roads and a schedule of walking 200 yards and running 500 yards. He ate a hearty breakfast and rested and ate meals according to the trainer's program. A cyclometer was used. Well, our hero Charley arrived in the record time of 12 hours 34 minutes. With great showmanship and final burst of energy, he demon- strated to the large crowd assembled at the finish Line of Chicago that he was still vigorous and could run like a jackrabbit. This, in spite of having sprained his right foot a few days earlier. He ran the last mile in 5 minutes and averaged 12 1/2 minutes per mile -- 4 4/5 mile per hour for the 60 miles. Several of the Ohio Buels had gone to Trevor to cheer him on and again were on hand in Chicago to greet him. They framed the full page report, complete with sketches, which appeared in the Chicago Tribune with the headlines, "Charley Buel Outruns a Sheep Train for 60 Miles and Wins $500." He was faster than the train by 5 1/2 hours. The report also stated that thousands of dollars worth of bets were col- lected that day! Dad was faithful to come visit us every week, usually staying overnight and we often visited him and our many Buel relatives in Croton. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ea60a0af59e74ec2875989545568ad8.jpg 2524efbf2194b2430a1c3f5238c19f5c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (6) Description An account of the resource -3- I still treasure a valentine he gave me in 1900. I can remember his coming to our house, sometimes late in the evening, Grandmother would say, "Have you had anything to eat, Virgie?” and he would reply, "No, I guess not, but don't go to any trouble, Addie, just fry me some eggs and that'll be plenty." With old-fashioned hospitality she would always set out a meal for him. After my father's remarriage, he and my stepmother both came to see us. When I was almost 11 years old, my father suffered a heart attack and died instantly on April 7, 1907, at the age of 35 years. We maintained a close relationship with Dad's people and with our childless stepmother even through her two sub- sequent marriages and her move to Columbus where she was employed at the Morehouse-Marten Department Store, until her demise long after my marriage. Floyd and I lived with our grandparents in the same house where our mother was born and grew up, about a mile from where we were born. The house was located on what is now the Green-Cook Road. Being too young to remember our mother, it came natural for us at first to call our grandparents Mother" and "Dad" even though they were in their mid- fifties at the time. My very earliest recollection is of my grandmother going into the parlor alone every day where she would weep. I couldn't understand my usually jolly grandmother being so sad at times. One day when I was a little older, she tried to explain to to me but being a child I still could not comprehend. When they felt we were old enough to realize, they revealed to us that they were actually our grandparents instead of our mother and father. , My brother and I had a normal childhood doing the things all other children of our time and area did. There was an old cabin situated on our farm which was sort of a half-way meeting place for us children to gather from the houses north and south and we would play in the orchard behind the cabin. I remember the fights -- just kid fights they were -- but we always went back next day to play some more! I liked to tease my brother and one day when he was up in a maple tree cutting off some dead branches, I would poke him every once in awhile with a fish pole. Finally he said he would "kill me for sure," but before he could get down I had run and hid! While quite small, I would go with Grandmother after the mail up on the corner of our road and the state road (Route 37}. The postoffice was contained inside the tavern-inn which was a huge three-story building with great big rooms. The mail was brought there by circuit riders. People from a radius of several miles would come to the postoffice for their mail about once a week. Jim and Sarah Sherdun ran this place and I was sure scared of him because he had told me that if I wasn't good he would carry me away! This inn had many different owners until it burned down in 1926. It has been replaced with a house where Benny and Geneva (Baughman) Nutt now reside. Rural free delivery began in out area about 1905. There were five routes coming out from Johnstown and we happened to be on Route 5. The Route 5 picnic was held for years in the Garlinghouse Woods on the Blamer Road. Andy Priest was our carrier and most of the year he had to carry the mail on horseback. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8f411aa34937bc34800fae327fb95797.jpg 8cbbe89c5b7704464301aa090f4fde89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (7) Description An account of the resource -4- One of my tasks while growing up was to carry water to fill the reservoir on the cook stove. How I hated the job, but I did it anyway and never said a word! There was no back-talk in those days. Another one of my tasks between playtimes was to carry water 3 or 4 times a day to pour on the ashes in the barrel to make the lye run so Grandmother could make her bar soap in the spring. The old lye leach was in the orchard behind the house. A notch was cut in the barrel; also in a flat stone. The water would run through the ashes and down the groove in the stone into a container which, as it became full, was emptied into barrels. When enough lye had been made, Grandmother boiled it down, added some grease and whatever and had a soap-making day. It was an all-purpose product but she did add some perfume of sorts to the con- coction for our bath soap bars. We took our baths in a wash tub. An incident that was sort of a nightmare for me stands out in my memory. One night a nephew of my grandfather came to our house drunk. He was one of those hard cider and moonshine whiskey drinkers. Grand- mother had gone to bed but she overheard this man tell Granddad to give him $70 on he would shoot him! She got up quickly to send me for help and I remember peeking in the room and thinking that was the biggest gun I'd ever seen! I was about 14 when hustled out on this mission to get neighbor Henry Johnston. Spurred on by the emergency at home, I dashed out into that pitch black, rainy night where the frogs were croaking and the hoot owls hooting. The water was across the road at the old abandoned cabin and the nail fence was hard to see. "Cooning" the fence, as they called it then, I somehow managed to cross the water and arrived at the Johnstons. Wouldn't you know that this fellow, a braggart who was always getting into fights and wanting to lick everyone, was too scared to come help us. However, he did carry me on his backs across the water and then he went after another neighbor, Dana Brush, who resolved the problem by putting the drunk into the manger at the Bush's barn. I guess this terrifying experience is one reason I've never been afraid of anything since! My grandfather was James Lewis, the son of Steven and Sarah Lewis, born in 1842. His first wife, Elizabeth Mayfield, had died after just one year of marriage. He married my grandmother, Adeline Trippier, in 1868. She was born in 1845 and her brothers and sisters were John, Joe, and Charlotte (Mrs. Tom Smith). Her parents, Soloman and Elizabeth Trippier, had come to this country from Wales and settled in Appleton, near Croton. When my grandmother was six weeks old they moved to a farm on State Route 37, three miles west of Johnstown. Her home still stands in good repair and is now occupied by Garnet (Edwards) and Leonard Kirkpatrick. My great-grandfather Steven Lewis owned 300 acres and was con- sidered rich in that day. His children were James, Alfred, Demus, Harriett (Aunt Dark}, Anna, and Clara; another son, Norman, died when he was a young man. I well remember when they would come to visit my grandparents . Aunt Dark (who was childless) was my favorite because she was so pretty and stylish. She was quite religious and often to Grandmother bemoaned the fact her husband owned a saloon. Finally Grandmother got tired hearing it and told her that since she seemed to http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3fd8290496b7ad69d3c27a4b016ac2e7.jpg 3a7d5c5c7cec9c8515ee8153d5b13fb2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (8) Description An account of the resource -5- enjoy the fine clothes and elegant home he provided, she should not condemn his way of livelihood! That grandmother of mine usually said what she thought! Like many young men in Civil War days, my grandfather Lewis did not want to go to war. Back then, if a man could find a substi- tute to go in his place, he would not have to serve. For the paltry sum of $7.00 apiece, my grandad and Uncle Alfred hired men to take their places. Even though this was legal, they must have had a guilty conscience because they decided it would be best to "lay low" for awhile so they hid out in the woods up in Union County. They cut some trees and built some kind of shack and lived as backwoodsmen for a year. Although Union County was only two counties away from home, there was much wilderness in Ohio in that period and that fact coupled with the poor roads, poor transportation, and a lack of communication made this amount to a long distance. I have a picture which was taken of these bearded, long-haired men upon their return from exile. Speaking of the amount of wilderness in the country, Grandmother used to tell that at the time she and Granddad built their house (1868) they were surrounded with woods and could walk on fallen trees and logs all the way from their road (Green-Cook Road) to the Lewis Road behind their house! When I was-a little girl, Grandmother Lewis enjoyed telling me about her early married life. They had set up housekeeping on what is now known as the Blamer Road and lived there for a few months while their four-room house was being built on the 50 acres Granddad's father had given them. My grandfather purchased 20 acres across the road from the house and built a barn on it, which is still standing in good condition over 200 years later. A carpenter came and constructed the barn in sections with it lying on the ground. When it was finished, a large crew of men was gathered in to literally "raise" the barn one section at a time and then the sections were fastened together. Grand- mother told that she and the neighbor women cooked dinner for 22 men at their barnraising. Well, six years had passed since the "gift" of the 50 acres but still the deed was withheld from my grandparents. Finally the word was that they wouldn't get the deed until they had an heir. Grandmother laughingly told that they got busy and one year later my mother came along on July 21, 1875, after seven years of marriage. Sure enough the deed was duly handed over. My grandparents' farm was acquired by bits and pieces. To the first 50 acre donation upon which the house was built, they annexed the 20 acres across the road where the barn was erected, they added 20 acres and then 22 more which they secured from Norman and Many Duckworth on March 19, 1883 for the sum of $975, and lastly 50 acres was purchased from the Harm Miller estate which had previously been Uncle Alfred’s. They now had a total of 161 acres. This last plot cost $1,075 on May 20, 1908 and the transaction was the talk of the neighborhood because it was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e8bdf154e74560e5a9d6cd44e7fab10.jpg 238ec2bc1bc0ed9e8c946689536d3232 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (9) Description An account of the resource -6- paid for in cold CASH! My brother's family and I still own this original 161 acreage. It was on this final parcel of land that the log cabin stood -- still on my property but now about ready to fall in -- where the neighboring children of long ago had gathered to play. Fond memories flood over me of the different families who had lived there: Uncle Alfred Lewis’, Millers, Baughmans, Sines, Feasels, and many others. Dozens of babies had been born there. On my grandparents’ farm were four orchards. The one behind their house had peaches, plums, pears, and cherry trees whereas the others were all apple orchards. I can remember the house being added onto. The upground cellar to the north came first and then the bedroom wing to the south end, making it an attractive house. Grandmother was a talkative, cheerful kind of person while Granddad was more stern and quiet. She was quite thrifty and a good manager. To illustrate some of her conniving during a period of hard times: they wanted a large Bible a door-to-door salesman was selling for $15. They had saved that amount to buy seed potatoes but she decided to buy the Bible instead and use the potatoes they already had by slicing off the "eyes" of the potato real deep for the seed and the remainder was used for food. She never wanted to owe anyone a nickel but on the other hand, if someone owed her a nickel, she wanted it! However, her thrift did not deprive her of whatever she felt she needed. Unlike many women of her day who had to "do without" simply because their men held a tight rein and insisted all the money be used for the farm because money spent in the house would not make money, my grandmother was privileged to buy furniture and household items as she pleased. And buy she did, but she - had the trait of buying new and keeping the old. Grandmother and Granddad had separate pocketbooks. Neither knew what the other one had. His income was derived mainly from the sale of his percheron horses and farm products whereas her revenue came from butter and egg sales. This attitude didn't seem right to me, so I told them that whenever I got married there would just be one purse and we would use it sensibly. Grandmother informed me that I didn't know what I might do! There was a great range in degree of prosperity within a community in those days. I can recall visiting when a child various neighbors who were really poverty-stricken. Some would have large families all -cooped up in a log cabin or shack with one or two rooms, some even had dirt floors which was so hard-packed it was like concrete, and perhaps their only heat would come from a smoky fireplace pioneer-style. These folks had a bleak existence and yet most of them achieved a semblance of happiness in spite of their circumstances. Others in the same vicinity . had regular type houses with furniture and all the refinements of the area, such as our family had. I appreciate now how fortunate we were although at the time it was taken for granted and no thought given to these inequities. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9a8487ec728088e40dfecc4ebf1ada53.jpg b34c48bb726462559b17387e011f7c59 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (10) Description An account of the resource -7- Grandfather had a job for us once a year when we helped him drive the hogs to market in Johnstown seven miles away. There would be from 15 to 20 hogs in the drove and we would herd them night down the middle of the state road (Route 37) having very little trouble because all the fields and dooryards were fenced in. Granddad rode a horse while Floyd and I and sometimes some extra children walked along. When we arrived on this side of the cemetery hill, which was much steeper then (about 1/4 mile west of Johnstown), it would be noon so we'd stop to rest and throw water from the spring on the hogs to cool them down from the heat of the day. I don't recall how we got back home but possibly we climbed aboard Granddad's bit percheron horse to ride back with him. Grandmother's vice was smoking a pipe, which was not too un- common in that day. However, she chose to do it on the sly on the rare occasions when she did smoke. We of the family knew about it, but she did not want outsiders to find out. One day our neighbor, young Earl Boston, couldn't rouse anyone when he knocked on the front door, so he walked around to the back yard and caught her puffing away as she sat resting in the shade. He was so astonished he dashed home and told his mother he had seen Ad Lewis smoking a pipe! His mother thought surely he was mistaken because she had known Ad a good many years and would have known it if she smoked. Next time Mrs. Boston saw Grandmother she plain out asked her and Grandmother had to admit to the dastardly deed. My grandmother took great pride in her butter making as she did in all her cooking. Her butter molds were always sweet and pretty. She sold this product for 10¢ a pound. It irritated her that the grocer placed her molds right down in the vat along with all the other butter, good and bad, and sold them all at the same price. She sold eggs for 8¢ a dozen. Freem Hill of Harlem was our huckster and came once a week with all kinds of goodies. It was fun to go into his horse-drawn store on wheels and see the banana stocks and bags of onions hanging and the neatly arranged shelves and bins of groceries. We children usually had a nickel apiece to spend. Kady Budd also of Harlem was our calf buyer. Sometimes he would stay all day trying to "Jew" my grandfather. The Hartford Fair was a place everyone liked to go. We farmers would get up at daybreak to do chores and try to beat our neighbors to the Fair. Our family went in a two-seated surrey "with a fringe on top" which was pulled by two horses. All the roads were dirt, sometimes mud, and everyone drove horses. The Fair is still going strong but of course now it is filled with automobiles instead of horses. During my childhood we attended the Disciple Church at Center Village which was called the Camalite Church at that time. Happy memories of Sunday School picnics and Children’s Day programs are connected to my spiritual home. I was baptized in Duncan Run under some beautiful sycamore trees in the field back of the church when I was 17. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5d12f972b607c718da27abda1f44b93e.jpg 61545ec6aa7e57892e710e375ddbb7e3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (11) Description An account of the resource -8- An amusing incident comes to mind which took place when Floyd was a young boy on the farm. The men were making hay and in one of the large forkfuls of hay pitched onto the wagon was a bumblebee's nest. When that nest hit Harvey Edwards' baler it broke up and swarmed after Floyd. I can see him yet as he ran around and around the house, flailing his arms over his head yelling over and over, "Oh, Mommie, Mommie, they're gonna kill me!” Since he did not get stung, we could laugh later about how funny he looked. My mother had not attended the same school we did as ours was not built until after her schooldays. As near as I can find out she went to a little frame schoolhouse which was located in the triangular lot on Route 37 and Lewis Road, just west of where I live now. As a matter of fact, I believe it was this same building which was moved and attached to my present home and if so, it contains my dining, kitchen, and utility rooms. . Ours was the Miller School District and the little one-room, red brick schoolhouse which was built in 1859 is standing as erect today as in days of yore. It had all the symbols of its day including the water bucket with its community dipper, the pot-bellied stove, the privy, the chalk and individual slates, plus dedicated teachers. Floyd's schooling began when he was 5; his first teacher being Carrie Wilson. I started at age 6 and my teacher for the first two years was Tom Duckworth who passed away just this winter of '74 at the age of 96. Other teachers were Ona Linnabary, Vera Huff, Bertha Gill, Nannie Neilson, Grace Bennett, Alga Bennett, Clara Work and lastly Harry Parks. Granddad was on the school board and since we lived near the school house, the teachers stabled their horses in our barn and some of them roomed and boarded with us. These names of schoolmates and friends of my youth come to mind: Verna Sines, Addie and Grace Roby, Ella Shipp, Fred Myers, Ross McElwee, Howard Day, Les Curts, Clell Orndorff, and Anna Garee (Pratt). Time went on and I was ready to take the Boxwell Examination. I passed and wanted very much to go on to high school, but my grandparents had the old-fashioned idea that girls just got married anyway, so I was not privileged to attend. Floyd walked to Center Village everyday and graduated from that three-year high school. He then went to Hiram College for two years. By now I was becoming quite a young lady, or thought I was, and had, begun to think about the young men. My first date was at age 16 and my beau was Ross McELwee, Anna Garee and her feller, Fred Myers, went with us. Some of the social functions of that day included the ever popular Hartford Fair, State Fair, Rome Fair (since disbanded), ice cream socials, the Catholic Picnic at Johnstown, church affairs, reunions, and picnics. The dirt roads and horse and buggy mode of travel limited our distances. The box social was big then. Each girl and woman would pack a fancy lunch for two in a pretty box and the fellows would bid on it. The highest bidder got the lunch and the girl to eat it with. No one was supposed to know which box was whose but sometimes word got around and http://66.213.124.233/files/original/847fa4eac3b638ff91b5632d8edfaeca.jpg 0fbe7e9981139081eaa18091dc15421c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (12) Description An account of the resource -9- the fellows would run up the bids to get the most popular girl, sometimes running the bid as high as $3.00. Once in awhile, though, they'd get fooled and have to eat with some old lady and likewise, some old man might get the bid. But everyone was a good sport and it was all great fun. When I was about 18, Floyd at age 20 married Stella James of New Albany who had been a school teacher in our old school (Milter). At this point Granddad retired and we moved to Johnstown and Floyd took over the management of the farm. It was during this time that my best friend, Mabel Wagner, wanted me to double-date with her and her regular beau, Reid Stockwell, and a friend of his by the name of Andrew Ryder. I was dubious about going on a blind date but finally agreed that I would peek out her window at him and if his looks suited me, I'd go. Well, I thought he was some handsome fellow and his bright, shiny rig suited me fine, too, so of course I went! Andrew and I had about four dates -- to the consternation of my previous beau, Homer Williams -- and then we didn't see each other for about a year. At the time, I considered Andrew to be aggravative. However, one momentous day I received a letter from him wishing to rekindle the courtship. Two and a half years later on September 2, 1916, the Reverend L. C. Sparks married us at his parsonage in Newark. Andrew was handsome, suave, and aggravative and he was my guy for 52 years! His parents were Thackery and Loretta Burton Ryder. He was born September 6, 1891, the second of five children, the others being Orville, Jenny, Marie, and Ray. Andrew's grandparents were Andrew LeRoy Ryder and Sara Parks Ryder. Their children were Thackery, Monroe, Sara Ryder Gailey, and Jennie Ryder Smith. Something that always rankled Andrew was the fact he had been cheated out of a remembrance his grandfather wanted him to have. The first Andrew had promised his namesake, my Andrew, -- and even recorded it in his will -- that at his death Andrew would receive a nice horse, new buggy, and harness. However, his grand- mother thought otherwise and so the bequest was never honored. Andrew's great-great-grandfather, Daniel Ryder, had come to America from England and Settled north of Berkshine because he thought it would be the county seat. Their farm had been acquired by a government Land grant. The Ryders lived in this homestead until his dad sold the farm. in the 1920's. Andrew and I went to housekeeping in Akron where Andrew was employed by the Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company. After a year there, we decided to move back and rented a house in the Benkshire community next door to his parents’ farm. Incidentally, now the Freeway {I1-71) goes right spank-dab through where we slept. I was always proud that my husband would stop in every morning to visit his mother who was ailing from | tuberculosis. At the end of that year (about 1916) she succumbed to the disease. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/12bea3e7c53b18a7970fe492ffcbbf6c.jpg adcc5291297bc06be91795bd3b25b771 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (13) Description An account of the resource -10- After Mom Ryder's decease, Dad Ryder decided to sell the farm. He wanted us to buy it, but at the time we felt we were in no position to purchase it and so it was with much regret that we saw the homestead pass from the Ryder name. Dad then went to live with his widower brother, Monroe Ryder. He had lived there only a year when he returned home after having been away on a weekend visit to discover his brother dead, apparently from a heart attack. Dad Ryder never recovered from this shock. It was at this time that his mother's sister, Letitia (Aunt Let) Parks of Port Clinton came down to look after him. They rented the little house where Andrew and I had first lived and she kept house for him until her health failed. Aunt Let was an intriguing personality. . She was wealthy and a graduate of Ohio Wesleyan. She had traveled all over the world and spoke seven different languages and often told us about her interesting exploits. She dared to do anything. One time while in Rome where excavation was being done following the eruption of a volcano which covered a part of Rome, she got down into the hole with the workmen despite their protests. The workers were all babbling among themselves in the Italian language about this foreigner when to their consternation she answered them back in their own language! During the gold rush of 1898, she even went to the Klondike and panned for gold! She gave Andrew and me a vial of gold dust for a souvenir. She and her husband (they never had any children) had been separated for years but never bothered to get a divorce. I recollect how she stormed the day she got the bill for his funeral expenses. She was kindhearted, though, and had sent two or three young people through college. After his mother's death, Andrew and I moved to the Monte Gaston farm on the Van Sickle Road where we lived for five years. It was here that both Gordon (July 25, 1919) and Beulah (August 3, 1921) put in their appearances. Andrew made a living at farming, carpentering, and erecting wooden silos. Having been raised conservatively, we both realized we would have to work for whatever we got in life. No welfare, government handouts, or easy payments were in vogue at that time; and so together we "sensibly managed our one pocketbook." My grandfather Lewis passed away in 1922 (age 80) and his 161 acre farm was divided between Floyd and me. Floyd's share included the old homesite where he and his family lived until it burned in 1932 and then they built a house at the same place. During the fire, Stella and I lost many valuable antiques and heirlooms which had been stoned in the attic. To the 80 acres which I had heired, Andrew and I added 40 acres which we had purchased from William and Octavia Stevenson August 31, 1922 for the sum of $5000. The Stevensons had bought the land from William and Catherine Brown, March 6, 1884. And so, early in 1923, our little family moved back to the land of my childhood. Grandmother then gave up her home in Johnstown and lived part of the time at Floyd's and parttime with us. Wendell was born in June, 1923, shortly after our transfer to here. He was always Grandmother's favorite because she was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ca350151b8cf8390a03121c7b0eb0a97.jpg 009ea07fe8acc382d6a3110c75c08bca Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (14) Description An account of the resource -11- present at his beginning. Whenever he got into trouble, he had a habit of jumping astraddle her lap, facing her, and she would pet and soothe him, telling him how mean we were to him. One day he came running in from outdoors and jumped onto her lap in the usual way and popped a dirty lamb's nipple into her mouth! Then it was her turn to sputter and scold! By February 25, 1928, our "baby" Carlton had arrived to complete our family. When he was just four days old, Grandmother expired at age 84 as the result of a stroke. Due to my confinement, she was at Floyd and Stella's house at the time. Soon after, Floyd and I heired some land that had come to. Grandmother from the Trippiers. We both sold this land: 30 acres for $600. Andrew's father became ill about this time and for a year made his home with us. So with four little ones and the elderly folk, it seemed that my work was never done considering the many duties of the farmwife in the days of few conveniences. As I cleaned and laundered, gardened and preserved, cooked for my family as well as for extra hired men, thresher and silo crews, my lot was a busy one but a duty to be fulfilled with no time for self pity. I did laundry on the board until our youngest was one year old when the purchase of a power washer greatly eased the work load. However, part of that time it was necessary for me to send out a load or two of laundry a week. Sue Piper helped me out on this. Since "necessity is the mother of invention,” I did devise some shortcuts and a system of management so that I was not too weary or busy to enjoy my family. Fortunately I had been blessed with good health and abundant energy. One trick in the wintertime was to do the washing and then wait until everyone was in bed before stringing up the clotheslines and then the clothes would dry during the night. Next morning I would arise early and take down the lines of laundry so the house would be tidy when the family got up. Of course, house- wives made about all the household linens and the children's clothing _ and usually their own housedresses and aprons. When doing any quantity of sewing and mending, I'd spread out an old sheet to catch the ravelings and lint. Andrew and I practiced all the methods of economy we could think of. In 1925, Gordon started to school in Center Village. He was a - little fella and quiet like his dad. It was hard times and we parents bought the schoolbooks then. In his second grade, he needed a pair of overshoes which cost 75¢ but we only had $3.25 until the creamery check came. His dad said, "How are we going to get the overshoes; if we don't he'll get sick!" Andrew was always such a worrier, much more so than I, the incurable optimist. Well, someway we got the overshoes for him. By 1929 farmers were really feeling the pressure of the Great Depression. Harlem Township had built 3 new roads, 2 ditches, and a schoolhouse and we landowners were additionally oppressed with high taxes to pay for all of it. As I look back, I don't see how we did it http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6d56ec4fa4a44014459cdf6d844122d5.jpg 68763bfda346c0f5dd62aae27b2eea1f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (15) Description An account of the resource -12- because we were still paying for our farm, trying to ditch the land, add now buildings as we needed them, and build up our livestock. We sold corn for 25¢ a bushel, hogs 3¢ a pound, and milk for 70¢ a hundred- weight. Men were working for $1.00 a day and furnishing their own lunches. To cap it all, as the economy was slipping, Andrew had been ailing with bad tonsils but kept putting off a tonsillectomy because of the expense involved until finally he was so filled with toxic poison he would fall asleep at the table! So at the age of 38 in 1926 he had his tonsils removed. Although money was practically non-existent, we got through somehow and even had some good times during the process. Of course about everyone was in the same boat. Our children had their pony, Beauty, which was a source of fun for them all. Andrew had built a large, four- wheeled, flat-bottomed cart on which not only our kids rode but also the children from all around the square. Reid and Mabel Stockwell and their family lived next door, Their four boys and a girl pretty well matched our three boys and a girl agewise and sometimes it was hard to tell which ones belonged where because they were together so much. Other children on the square were Wilma and Bob Cook; Muriel, Delman and Hugh Buel (Floyd's children); Mildred, John, and Ruth Cook; Dencil Clapham; and Kathryn Biggs. The cart would hold a dozen kids at a time. Sometimes the boys would all get together and go away back in the ~ woods and camp out, doing their own cooking and really roughing it for a few days. Another fun thing they liked to do was to play on the "doodle bug" which was our answer to the tractor until such time as we could afford one (1942). One day in 1934, when Wendell was 11, he and some boys were playing on the contraption when somehow it ran up on his leg and broke it. He was in The Sunbury Clinic where Dr, Swickard took. care of him for two weeks. But then he had to go to the old White Cross Hospital in Columbus and have it operated and be put in a body cast, He lay in bed in this cast for four months. So that he could be out in our living quarters and not get so lonely, we put him on a sanitary cot (a cot on wheels that has sides that fold up) and moved him into the dining room, He spent a lot of his time on the front porch that summer. It was quite cool early in the summer and I remember the big frost we had on June 20 (1934). In spite of the Recession, which the Depression later progressed to, these were happy times. For outside recreation we would take our family to the annual circus event, to the Fairs, Labor Day and July 4 celebrations. They usually attended the Ohio State Fair with the Stockwells. Every Saturday night we'd hustle around to get the milking and chores done so we could get into town to do our grocering. This was in the 1930s and for a quarter each the kids could attend the picture show at the Dorsey Theatre and even have money left over for an ice cream cone! It was the fad then for awhile for the young folks to be dressed all in white, so it was with great pride that I endeavored to have my children dressed in snowy white outfits, ironed to perfection, when we took them into town. Andrew and I always enjoyed these weekly http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9872d00ea4af7ad82056c4d088f659be.jpg 0978dcf9f9652636b7bd11bde3b35116 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (16) Description An account of the resource -13- nights out on the town and we looked forward to visiting with our friends and neighbors. For other diversion, we would visit back and forth with our friends, Grace and Harry Jones, Ray and Elva VanSickle, Glen and Mame VanSickle, Walter and Ariel Jones. We also had family dinners with these folk. An episode that happened during these years really put Andrew in the doldrums for awhile. He had told the boys to clean out the garage one day. That evening our cows took sick and were staggering around, several of them dying. The veterinarian was really puzzled as to the diagnosis. Finally he said, “why these animals act like they've been poisoned!" "Dad" (as I now called Andrew) didn't say a word but immediately went to the garage, climbed to the farthest, highest rafter and looked for the bag of paris green (an insecticide) where he had so carefully tied it so as to be out of harm's way. It was gone! So then he knew what ailed the cows. The boys had done too thorough a job of cleaning and somehow the cows had got hold of this poison from the dump where the trash had been hauled. Andrew covered the trash heap with a load of dirt and we had no more problem. However, he couldn't see how we could ever pull out of this financial disaster; especially since Gordon was in his first year of college. It sometimes annoyed Dad because I tended to look on the bright side of things instead of worrying. I tried to cheer him by saying that a year from then we would handily remember the event. We didn't, because by that time something else had happened! I joined the Vans Valley Methodist Church in 1946 and we all attended there. The Aid and Berkshire Club -- which I had joined” early in my marriage -- gave me outside interest and I have kept up with these groups, Andrew and I, along with Floyd and Stella, were always active in the Harlem Grange. . The children were growing up and time flew by. Before we knew it they were in high school. Gordon was always the studious one. He graduated from Harlem High School in 1937, Beulah in '39, Wendel in '41 and Carlton in '46. Wendell happened to be in school at the time Harlem had a good basketball coach and he was on the team that won the county basketball championship two years in succession. Our family was among Harlem Township's most avid basketball fans. The Harlem Township Ladies went all out for the team and initiated the "400 Club” banquet to honor the team and boosters. It was a well-organized affair and food was solicited from women in the community and brought to the schoolhouse in large containers; of course some was prepared at the school. Food was served cafeteria style on the stage and the guests sat at tables down in the auditorium. The number of guests was limited to 400. By now, the shadow of World War II was building up; Pearl Harbor was bombed on December 7, 1941. By 1942, Gordon being in advanced ROTC, had left OSU and entered the Army as a 2nd Lt. in the Infantry. He was on the battlefields in the European theater of the war. By some code he http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9b33584cfead1607c341479fe7568035.jpg f0f1d5e68788b70b254cb417537bc8d3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (17) Description An account of the resource -14- had managed to elude the censors and get word to us that he was in the 9th Division. Everyday, no matter what we were doing, Andrew and I would Listen to Cedrik Foster on radio at 2:00 p.m. and in that way were able to follow all the action of his division. Although our boys never liked to dwell on sordid matters of war, Gordon did tell us once that for 9 days, he and his company were pinned down at the Rhine River without food and water except for their C rations. Gordon took sick and was sent behind the lines to recover but nine days later he was back in the fighting. During this illness my nephew, Delman Buel, who was stationed just 40 miles away, went to visit Gordon and wrote home to his folks that it didn't look to him like Gordon was going to recover. I didn't know about this illness until after the war. Gordon was advanced to the rank of captain and was due for promotion to major when the war ended. Wendell enlisted in 1943 and was in the South Pacific operations as medic in the 42nd Division of the Army Medical Corps performing a vital service in helping care for the stricken soldiers. He and other workers would volunteer to crawl out onto the battlefield to bring in the wounded, ofttimes scrambling over bodies that had been dead for 2 on 3 days in that humid heat! The medics would give the injured soldiers a shot or whatever to try to ease their pain before moving them into the medical stations. These were days of great anxiety and stress for those of us at home. There was much per- sonal sadness in the country although there was economical prosperity. We were among the lucky ones: our boys came back unharmed. After the war, Wendell suffered a tragedy. He and his fiancee, Martha Burrell of Johnstown, were in a taxi in Columbus on their way to a movie when they were involved in an auto accident which took her life. In the winter of '49, I passed the time drawing up plans or re- modeling our house. Andrew and I decided to go ahead with the project then if ever we were going to do it since we had discussed it for so long. We agreed on one of the designs and by the following year, carpenters Charles Rhinehart and Leonard Utley, along with Carlton, were busily transforming our house into a modern, attractive dwelling . The work was pretty well along during this bitterly cold winter of '50- '51 when we had several bad snowstorms. One severe snowstorm started just before Thanksgiving -- adding more snow on top of snow -~ and this snow lasted through Christmas. It is easy to pinpoint this date because at the time, Wendell was working in Medina as a county agent and he had planned to bring his date, Many Newberry also of Medina, to a Thanksgiving dinner-dance at Ohio State University. That day they had gone to Columbus and purchased the tickets and corsage and then come back to our house to wait until time to go. Meanwhile all the elements turned loose and they were stormstaid in our topsy-turvy, being-remodeled house, where all the furniture was stored upstairs and the downstairs was bare with no curtains, blinds or carpet in readiness for the floor sander. We had gone to bed when about midnight Russ Guinther, the Harem Ag teacher, pounded on our door. Several cars were stuck in snow drifts in the dip between our house and Albert Garee's (where Hugh Buel now lives). The boys got up to help but before we knew what was happening, our bare rooms had come alive with 17 stranded strangers! We brought http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8b2e83057e0c2af7b39585cc0789814d.jpg 4c073e25df89de623df5de8bcfddcae0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (18) Description An account of the resource -15- down chairs for them and fed them cocoa and cookies all night. One young woman had frosted feet, and over the protests of her mother, I soaked her feet in a bucket of ice water and then wrapped them in a warm blanket and managed to get her thawed out. One Kentucky family consisting of a man, his wife, three children, and his mother-in-law might be there yet if his mother-in-law hadn't prodded him constantly to get out and try to move the car. He liked it in the warm! By mid-winter the house was finished and we were all delighted with the results. Then we rushed to get straightened up to a semblance of normal living before Christmas so Carlton could enjoy it before he had to leave on Dee. 28, 1950. The United States once more was mixed up in a war; this time in Korea. Carlton was involved in this conflict for four years although not on the battlefield as he was a crypto- technician for the Air Force. He was in the air a great deal traveling from post to post as he maintained the crypto machines. This was secret governmental work. Due to the nature of his job, Carlton knew within 16 minutes about Senator Robert Taft's death, when the message came through on the cryptograph. To the able survivors, the wars were a blessing in disguise because they derived certain benefits as a reward for their sacrifices. On the G.I. Bill, the veterans were entitled to continue their educations. The two older boys were quick to take advantage of this opportunity and returned to OSU to earn their degrees. After receiving his bachelor's degree, Gordon taught agriculture at Bryan High School and in Washington, C.H.; meanwhile going to school nights to get his Master's degree. Later, when his youngest child Larry was two, Gordon moved his family to Columbus and then he worked full time on his Doctorate in Agronomy at OSU. He is now a Research Specialist in Agronomy for Ohio State University. Wendell, also at a later date -- after working 18 years -as. district salesman for Ralston Purina in Albion, Mich. -- earned his Master's degree in Dairy Husbandry at Michigan State University. He is employed at the Iowa State University as a Livestock Specialist. Beulah graduated as an accountant from office training school. She is assistant credit investigator at Sears Roebuck in Columbus. Carlton is doing what he loves most -- farming (the home place). Being versatile, he also enjoys selling real estate for Forman Realtors of Sunbury and working in the office of the Delaware County Engineer in the courthouse. Having settled in this area and it being along the Lines of his interests, it became Carlton's lot to follow in the tradition of his Buel ancestors; he is now vice-president of the Hartford Fair Board. Since my great- grandfather Joshua Buel helped organize the Fair in 1857 and was its first president, I believe there has always been a Buel connection on the Board, including Dad's nephew Frank Buel, my husband Andrew, brother Floyd Buel, and now my son, Carlton's boy, Mark, is a potential. He exhibits livestock at this Fair, just as my boys did and last year he designed the gateway-arch memorial to commemorate the Thomas Evans 47- acre addition to the Fairgrounds. The Board has great plans in mind for the near future as they develop this wooded area into a camping facility, picnic grounds with shelter houses, a pond, saw mill complete with a demonstrating sawyer, and various other interesting exhibits to keep this http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b8b4f193719f90bc8658d89c71c1c976.jpg ebcaf39189ce5cf99da396e591e34d65 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (19) Description An account of the resource -16- county fair an up and coming attraction. Beulah was our first child to be married and she has the largest family. She and Vance Myers of Columbus wed in 1943 and they live in Columbus where he works for Borden's. Their first child, Cheryl (Mrs. Frank Swartz) finished earning her degree in education after marriage; Rodney (married to Mischlene Conreaux) is a barber by profession; Beverly (Mrs. Robert Lee) works at OSU as a secretary; Debbie, a high school graduate last year, is a Huntington Bank employee; and then there's Robert who is in the sixth grade. Gordon married Betty Randolph of Oklahoma City in 1946 and they also live in Columbus. They have two children: JoAnn (Mrs. Daniel Daugherty) who earned a degree in Home Economics; and Larry, who is married to Linda Ricker. Larry's major was Agriculture and he works as a field representative for Landmark. Wendell and Mary Newberry of Medina were married in 1952 and they have four offspring: Jordon Andrew, who is a senior at Iowa State majoring in Forestry; Jeffery, a sophomore at the University of Iowa; David, a sophomore in high school; and Many E. who is now a 7th grader. Carlton and Beverly Bauchert of Johnstown joined forces in 1955 and three children bless their home: Jon, who is in his 1st year at Ohio State; Mark, a freshman in high school; and Mike, a 4th grader. And so the grandchildren are getting pretty well grown up. On November 15, 1957, Andrew lost his left arm in a hunting accident. He suffered much from this trauma and was troubled terribly with phantom pain. This was his greatest trial and he was never quite the same afterward. About 20 years prior to this accident, Andrew had fallen off a hay wagon and injured his back so that he had to wear a brace and could not do heavy work or lifting after that. This also caused him much discomfort. (And so with these combined disabilities, Andrew sold the cows and went into semi-retirement.) This left us free to do some things we had wanted to do. I was determined that the rocking chair wouldn't get us! For two winters we flew down to Florida to Oneco where we rented a cottage from Pearly and Louise Stockwell. While in Florida we did some sightseeing. We went to see the Thomas A. Edison Birthplace Museum in Ft, Myers, the beautiful Cypress Gardens, drove along the east and west coasts, visited West Palm Beach, and watched the new cities of Cape Coral and the Golden City being developed and the lots being readied for real estate projects. The warm southern climate and the altered routine was a welcome change in pace. With our extra leisure time we enjoyed visiting our friends, participating in Grange activities and the Senior Citizen group in Harlem Township of which Floyd was president. Dad and I celebrated our golden wedding anniversary in September, 1966 by holding open house in our own home. Coming to greet us were 175 friends and relatives. It was exhilarating to us both to see old-time schoolmates, old friends as well as new, and relatives. We all had such http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6669a30057e64f1b9a49050230f2bebe.jpg f0145408dfe7459506a0fa4e53e8cd6d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (20) Description An account of the resource -17- a good time reminiscing and catching up on current events. For our 45th anniversary, Andrew and I had hosted a family dinner at the Mar- Jon Inn in Berkshire. Mrs. Spangler prepared a delectable meal for us on that occasion. It was a great day, but, of course, the 50th anniversary climaxed it. Wendell was our photographer for these events. In March of that same year, I had a health crisis, I was operated for breast cancer and was one of the lucky ones who caught it in time. Previous to this by four years I had gotten surgery. I feel fine now and only mention it in the possibility it might encourage someone else faced with similar problem. The greatest sorrow in my life came when I lost my Andrew October 15, 1968. He had only been ill 2 two weeks and we had not realized the seriousness of his illness, so I was not prepared to give him up. He had gone in for prostate surgery and then he needed a second operation for bladder problems, Following the second surgery a blood clot settled on the brain paralyzing him. He lived three days in this unconscious condition. I endured two years of loneliness and grief while trying to adjust to this new pattern when I received a most welcome invitation. Word came from my granddaughter Cheryl Swartz, who was living in England with her husband (a pilot in the U.S. Air Force), that she would like me to come over to be with her when their first child was born. Since her mother Beulah was unable to go due to a heart condition, after a great deal of discussion and preparation I flew over. My first great-grandchild Melanie Delane arrived on April 17, 1970. While over in England, the Swartzs took me sightseeing there, and then on my own I took a tour. There were 48 people on the bus besides the driver and courier and we all got pretty well acquainted, I was the oldest in the group (74). We enjoyed seeing the people, scenes and customs of England, France, Germany, Italy, Belgium, Austria, and Switzerland. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Lee of Alberta, Canada became very good chums of mine; also a Mrs. Jo Orgnek of Portland, Oregon. I later learned that Mr. Lee died just a week after our excursion while visiting his cousin in England. This safari greatly enriched my life and satisfied a secret yen I'd had for travel. Before Andrew's retirement, we had been pretty much tied down with the cows so our vacation times were Limited. However, he and I did visit the Randolphs in Oklahoma City with Gordon and Betty. While there, we saw the Will Rogers Museum and other points of interest and then we went to Hot Springs, Arkansas where we saw the Quartz Mines. We took a bus trip up into the mountains. This was in 1949. Shortly after Beulah and Vance were married, we went with them to Niagara Falls and then up into Canada traveling on the Queen's Highway. It was there I had my first introduction to English cooking. We were served Spinach and spaghetti which had been cooked together. Blah! Since then I've regarded the English as being poor cooks, generally speaking, and my stay in England in 1970 did not change my opinion. A couple of years after the Canada trip, we again traveled with the Myers’ and went to the Smoky http://66.213.124.233/files/original/33fe033e626d379b449c5c88d6233602.jpg ac48c6c4ea99289b6810a56585543898 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (21) Description An account of the resource -18- Mountains. Also we visited Wendell's family in Michigan several times. Andrew seemed to enjoy these trips. Floyd liked adventure but Stella did not like to get too far from home. Their youngest child Kenny (who incidentally helped his mother make medical history as she was 48 when he was born) moved to the old home place after his marriage and Floyd and Stella moved down the road to a smaller farm. After Stella's death in 1964, it was therapy for Floyd to travel. He took several excursions. It was on a Mediterranean Cruise a few years later that he met his second wife, Mary Christenson of Cincinnati. They were married in June, 1967, and enjoyed several tours during their years together before he passed away because of a heart attack in December, 1973. My good friend Mary has since returned to her home in Cincinnati and resumed her way of life and friendships in the big city which was all she had known until she married Floyd and moved onto his farm, She fit in so beautifully with his life style, friends, and rural interests. In the spring of 1973, word again came from Cheryl that she needed me to care for Melanie when their second child came along. So once again I jetted out, this time to Phoenix, Arizona, and was on hand when Michelle DeOne came to the Swartz home April 18, just 3 years and 1 day after her sister. Again I was taken sightseeing around this area and met many of their interesting friends. The end of '73 found me out visiting Wendell and Mary and their family in Dubuque, Iowa. Usually I go out there once a year and they come here that often. Frequently I go spend a weekend or a few days with Gordon and Betty in Columbus. Of course I see Carlton every day since he farms this place and I drop in their house in Sunbury about once a week. Beulah and I chat on the phone every day. Two of her children, Rodney and Beverly, came and lived with me for a year or so after they graduated because they love the country. It was while living here that Beverly broke her pelvic bone riding a horse just six weeks before her wedding, but she never missed a step walking down the church aisle! Sometimes I spend a weekend with Rodney and Misch and she always gives me my permanents. JoAnn Daugherty, Gordon and Betty's daughter, presented me with my first great-grandson, Bryan Patrick, in January, 1971 and then with a great-granddaughter when dear little Theresa Rene was born two years later. Since being alone I have joined some more clubs: The Friendly Neighbors of Center Village and the Harlem Township Arts and Crafts Home Demonstration Group. In the spring of ‘71 I accompanied the Delaware County Demonstration Clubs on a three-day trip, Ken Feasel drove the bus load of 38 women to Washington, D.C., Williamsburg and Norfolk, Va. and we all had a lot of fun. In August of '72, I went with a bus load of Sunbury people to Chillicothe where we enjoyed the drama, "Tecumseh." If at all possible, I take advantage of such opportunities when they are of interest to me. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a3bbf786dca97e87ce72a36e0bbc339d.jpg c11e70f9c62f305d41455d1cc7dde9fe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (22) Description An account of the resource -19- In May of this year ('74), Beulah underwent her second open- heart surgery to replace a valve. This time she got along much better and it was not quite such an ordeal as the first operation was about five years ago when her calcium-coated valve was repaired. This last operation was successful although the doctor has trouble keeping her heart in rhythm, Cheryl and her kiddies came from Utah to be near her mother during her recuperation. We had several family get-togethers during Cheryl's three-week stay here. On August 20 of this year, I embarked on a many-faceted adventure which involved four different airlines: TWA, Western, American, and Ozark. The first leg of the journey was a visit in Denver, Colorado with my granddaughter JoAnn and her husband, Dan, and their children Bryan and Tracy. They familiarized me with the scenic wonders of that area. One day we went up to Mt. Evans which is almost as high as Pike's Peak. From Denver I few to Phoenix on August 27 where I joined a group for a Tauck bus "Tour of the Canyons." Words cannot describe the beauty of the canyons -- the gorgeous colors and the unusual rock formations such as the cathedral spires and the chess men were impressive to me. Other interesting features of this trip were Arizona University, Heard Museum, Kaibab National Forest, Lake Powell, Mormon country, Zion National Park, Hoover Dam, Rainbow Bridge, Bryce Canyon, the boat trip at Glenn Canyon Dam, our posh motels and menus from which we could order $14.00 dinners if we desired. Oh, yes, we spent overnight at Las Vegas, the entertainment capital of the world! We saw a floor show and it was fun to watch other people win and lose at the gambling tables. The group on the bus were all congenial and had gathered in from all over the country. Again, at age 78, I was the oldest person aboard. Of all the canyons, my favorite was Bryce Canyon. Indeed this tour was all the brochure touted it to be! Having completed this segment of my journey, it was with high expectations I headed toward Salt Lake City on Tuesday, September 3, where the Swartzs met me at the airport. Cheryl had written so enthusi- astically of the beauties there and said she was eager to show me around. So I was dumbfounded to find her so listless and passive; a far cry from her usual vivacious personality. After we arrived at her house, I sat down on the sofa and Cheryl came and sat beside me to visit. Almost immediately she fell over asleep. Her doctor advised us to bring her into the hospital for tests as he had been treating her for a chronic ailment. However, to his utter dismay and ours, her condition rapidly worsened and in spite of having the best doctors and the best of care, we lost this dear young wife and mother on September 14, 1974 at the age of 28. Her ailment was diagnosed as a frontal brain tumor which was inoperable. No one even knew she was seriously ill and we doubt if she suspected. Her only symptoms seemed to be drowsiness, listlessness, and terrible headaches (which she kept secret from the family) until she went into the hospital. This latest heartbreak has been an awful blow to me because Cheryl was my first grandchild and we were always close. However, beyond my http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4d969a70cecbfd66e8f4f46feef48c82.jpg 520fc5fb29f5eabcf1480c9ed5b9dbc5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (23) Description An account of the resource grief is my concern for her little ones who are aged 4 and 16 months and for their daddy who has this burden to bear. We are all standing by to help in whatever way we can. Frank was able to get a transfer to Dayton Air Base so at least the children are nearer to us. He is determined to keep his family together and I am sure he will manage somehow. I was spending the weekend of October 13, 1974 at the home of Rod and Misch's when I took ill with sort of an unusual heaviness in my chest. They took me to Riverside Hospital where the doctors diagnosed it as being a light heart attack. I spent almost six weeks in Riverside Hospital under observation and am still recuperating at Gordon's and Carlton's houses hoping soon to be in my own home. Through the years with the depressions, hardships, wars, illnesses, accidents, joys and sorrows, at age 78 I realize there is still the God-given sunshine that comes through after the stillness of night and the clouds of day. The love for my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren will give me a busy, happy life to keep up with so many as God provides my strength. I hope to add many more chapters to my story as time goes on! Hazel (Buell) Ryder Life Long Resident of Harlem Twp. Born May 5, 1896 - died June 1, 1979 Husband Andrew L. Ryder, Berkshire Twp. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7e554473f0b6f440fe3ab08ac0a36595.jpg a531c28bae9d484468f91661e0278b19 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (24) Description An account of the resource Early vital records of the first Buels William Buell (Bewell) a Welshman born 1610 in Chester, England, settled at Windsor, Conn. in 1630.. His children were : Samuel 1713 ~ 1790 - A Minute Man Mary Peter Hannah Hepzibah Sarah Abigail. Samuel's son, Peter, married Martha Coggins and Peter's son, Samuel, 1742 — 1819 of Westfula, Mass., was a lieutenant 1776 Joshua Hamilton Buel, son of Grover, orphaned at age 6, in Schen- ectady, N. Y., made his home with Deacon Trahoun. Joshua's first suit made from his father's red coat (etc.) as his father was a general for the British in War of 1812. In 1834, at age 55, Joshua left N.Y. and came to Ohio. He helped organize the Hartford Fair Society in 1857 and was its 1st president. 2 years later as vice president of the Hartford Agriculture Society, he helped acquire 25 acres of land from Tabor Sharp for the sum of $500. ($20. per acre) at $25.00 yearly for 20 years. To Joshua and Lucy Gear Buel were born Kate Buel Hunt, Edwin Arlten Buel, Mudson P. Joshua, Jr.(Jott), and Lucy Buel Johnson. Joshua, 1779 ~ 1883. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e8e841c5d6dfe28a94d0ce2d20f57045.jpg 6cf5cbc0edce10c6560446188e237882 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to back cover of Patterns of My Life by Hazel Buel Ryder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. 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Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Ryder, Hazel Buel Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Subject The topic of the resource Buel family--Genealogy Local history--Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury Ryder family--Genealogy Personal Narratives--Andrew Ryder (1891-1968 Personal Narratives--Hazel Buel Ryder (1896-1979) Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1979 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Book Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 31086536 Description An account of the resource In this book, Hazel Buel Ryder discusses the histories of the Buel and Ryder families. Mrs. Ryder includes memories of grandparents, siblings, traveling, schooling, weddings and other family events. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/176daf0d950300951d198efa68fec805.jpg 9c4c310d3e9f6d9214a259cb6037147b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to front cover of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit http://66.213.124.233/files/original/11d510ad6e87bfcdcc113802b4f8b561.jpg bab83ccd5c34996468cb757213a80953 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 11- 12 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio December 20, 1939 Dear Evelyn, It seems to me as though God and all the elements of nature and of luck have come to the conclusion that they are going to make it as difficult as they can for me to even have a chance to go with you. I thought the competition was keen enough without them entering in. However, it just goes to bear out the point that geographical factors control one’s destiny as much as anything else. Oh how I wish you either lived in Columbus or else went to State, or both. All of which means that I am awfully sorry I couldn’t come up. I am probably much sorrier than you are, because Evelyn, I have been looking forward to seeing you, and dating you ever since I saw you last. Just when it seemed that my luck had changed a little, everything happened. – It got icy, Trego broke an axle coming home from Columbus, mother got her back up and ruled me off – so far as our car was concerned, and I spent another evening at home – cursing softly, and conjuring up images of you. Forgive me, won’t you please, Evelyn? About Sunday night – New Years Eve - 1) We are going to double with Bob Anderson and June Laird. 2) We are going to go formal. 3) You and I – and probably them – are going to go out for dinner – never mind where – I’m sure you’ll like it. 4) After which we are going either to a night club, a hotel, or else to the Dale. 5) I will be in Sunbury for you about 7:30 pm, Sunday evening. 6) If you want to stay all night at the Clark residence the invitation is extended for now – and for always. You are always welcome. If not, it doesn’t matter. We will return to Sunbury in good order. 7) Be prepared to enjoy yourself, because I’m almost sure that you will. Don’t worry about drinking, there’ll be none – or at any rate very, very, little. 8) I hope you’ll have no obligations to any thing which has been proposed. If I could have seen you, we could have talked it all over. As it is – all I could do was plan. Particularly, I hope you don’t mind going formal. It doesn’t matter to me, but June Laird wanted to, and I thought maybe you would too. If you don’t – call me – and we won’t, but I made an inspection of my tux this morning and found it to be in good shape, so I’m all set if you are. Now for one little bit of news. – Do you think you would mind writing letters to me in Columbus? – Unless something unforeseen comes up, we’re going to move into a very nice apartment up in Olentangy Village, this will take place on or about the 12th of January. One thing I like about it is that you will only be 25 minutes away from me. Well Evelyn, - barring flood, snow a foot thick and drifting, much more ice, accidents, or death I’ll be up Sunday at 7:30. Love – ‘til then – and always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/de885954b9fd0ea76cf079444d3e8879.jpg 5b6191c3cae1ff654e4351e5ebc65519 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 14-15 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 13, 1940 Sunday evening Dear Evelyn, Here we are at the end of a week and the beginning of a new one. Time certainly passes swiftly. Since I last wrote, I haven’t done anything very much. I’ve read a couple of books, I’ve taught school, I’ve begun to make changes – laying the foundation for next year’s classes. Also – oh wonder of wonders – I’ve been thinking. My thoughts for no very good reason seem to revolve around the problem of what’s happening or is likely to happen, to America. Maybe you won’t be interested, but here are the conclusions I’ve reached: 1. In 1942 and ’43 we are going to have a greater period of prosperity than America has ever seen. There will be full employment, high prices, easy credit, and everything that makes up a boom period. All this will be brought about by the Defense Program, which of course must be paid for by all of us through taxation. We will be able to make those payments as long as the war lasts; when the war is over, if England wins we will immediately cease our tremendous arms – spending program, which soon will result in depression. Or, if Germany wins, we will continue our program until we no longer have money enough to pay for it. 2. In either case there will eventually – within the next ten years – be a depression greater than anything that has preceded it. Compared to it, the depression of the early thirties will look like rosy prosperity. Through an involved process, which I’ll explain to you when I see you, the government must either become bankrupt, or else tap the people to the point of revolution. – The result of either of those eventualities will be a government different from anything we now have. Either it will be Communistic, Nazi, or some form of State Socialism. At any rate, our money, our government bonds, our negotiable securities will not be worth the paper they’re printed on, and the banks, wholesale and retail business, and industry as we now know it, will be wiped out completely. The only people who can be sure of security are Engineers, farmers, and professional people. The only secure investment – land. I’ve also figured out a way to make a tremendous profit from all of this, which I’ll bore you with when I see you. – Which reminds me that I’ve probably bored you enough for now. To change the subject to something considerably more personal, why haven’t you answered my last letter? Is it that you’ve been too busy, or have you been sick; or are you deciding that you shouldn’t write to me anymore? I expected to hear from you all last week, and when no letter was forthcoming, I got sadder and sadder, until Saturday I just about was unfit to live with. I was so downhearted that even my Plymouth just sort of drooped all over, out of sympathy for me. Anyway, I hope there’s nothing wrong, and I do wish you’d write to me, and I surely hope I can see you real soon. (I’m not hinting but I’d like to come to Sunbury or Crestline this coming week end, and see the girl I’d like to think I go with, do you suppose you could talk to her and see whether she’d like that?) – I sure hope she would, because even though she doesn’t care so much about me, I love her like the very devil, and I miss not having her answer my letters, and I miss her smile, and her laugh, and voice, and lips, and everything that goes into the makeup of the most wonderful girl I’ve ever known, or ever will meet. So, if you are Evelyn Stark, will you tell her all this, and ask her to write once in a while, and to see me real often? I’m sure that if she knew all this she’d be willing to listen to the humble supplications of a very lonely, very sincere young feller’, and maybe respond to them a little anyways. – What do you think? Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/17b4bb4b6c48483e293c60aeff37d87c.jpg 09c7e677944bc067bfb23c6278754025 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 19-21 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio July 22, 1940 Sunday Evening Dear Evelyn, This is undoubtedly the hottest I’ve ever been in my life. Even the electric fan does little good. Well, I went to Marion Thursday, as I told you, and scared myself to death on the way home. I was in a hurry, and was driving pretty fast and every time I passed a car I’d speed up. That DeSoto goes from 65 to 85 so fast my heart almost fails me. While in Marion, I saw Jack Markwith, and we both concluded that he used to date an Alpha Gam by the name of Martha Swanson – at least he thinks she was an Alpha Gam. I also almost bought a ’32 DeSoto coupe, but decided to wait until I had money enough to put gas in it. – It surely is bad to be poor, and I’m surely poor enough right now. Thursday night I listened to the Democratic convention until after Roosevelt finished his speech. Friday, Murray, Brooks and I played golf at the Army Depot course – I shot a 50 on the second nine – the best score I’ve ever made, if I can just keep hitting them like that I’ll soon break a hundred. I hit two or three 200 yd. drives, and was hitting ‘em 175 yds with your 2 iron. Then we ate and went swimming in the pool out there. Met the girls Brooks & Murray have been dating the last week or two – they’re not so good. Friday nite your friend Wolfe & I just messed around in Hennicks & went home about 10 o’clock. Saturday, I worked on my thesis until Wolfe & Brooks came up and then we went swimming in the Village pool. Saturday nite Emrich & I went to the show and saw Maryland – it was pretty good. Wolfe & Hopkins drove to DeGraff O. to see Margaret Ann Shawn. – I think Wolfe goes for her – believe it or not. Today Wolfe & I went to Anderson’s and played Bridge with Bob & June. Tonite, I’m radioing, and writing you. - So you see, I’ve been a good boy since you left. I’ve been figuring up how much it will cost me to live during the next year, and the monthly figures astounded me a little. I’m not going to be able to save nearly as much as I ought – the most I can possibly save is around 300 dollars. It surely costs a lot to live, and I never realized it before. – Do you want to see my budget? O.K. – Maybe you can show me where I can cut down. Salary over 12 month period with teachers retirement taken out - $104 per month $29.85 Rent, heat, light & phone 18.00 Food 2.00 Laundry 10.00 Clothes 3.00 Insurance 1.20 Spending money (this figure is low) 5.00 Transportation $79.85 Total 24.15 Saving per month I surely hope I can do something about this, I’ve suggested to mom that we move to some place where the rent is less. – You know though one thing astounds me – two can live almost as cheaply as one. For example, assuming purely for the sake of arguement that you and I were married we would live in Grove City & the budget would be something like this: $38 Rent, heat, light & phone 30 Food 20 Clothes 3 Insurance 2.4 Spending Money 4 For gas & oil just for driving around $119 This is only $40 more per month than the other figure, and again my estimates are darned high. But on $120, a month we could live pretty darned well. The only catch is – I don’t make $120, a month, but it won’t be long before I will be. Then too, I know I can always get a summer job, which will make the picture look a lot brighter. – Those figures represent a pretty high standard of living too, - I’m not exactly trying to sell you on the idea, but I’ll bet you can’t figure out a much better budget, can you? – Who started this anyways? Honey, I’ll sure be glad to have you back once more. The moon has been very lovely this week, and every time I look at it, it makes me feel so very lonely. How I should like to be sitting in your porch swing with you, looking at the moon, listening to the chirp of the crickets; being overcome by the quietness of the country, and by the loneliness of the spell you cast over me –or perhaps the spell God casts over us. I wish I were with you tonite in Michigan looking out over the shimmering reflection of the moon on the cool water, and perhaps being like the mouse – nibbling a bit at the delicacy of your nose, and ears, and perhaps sampling the sweetness of your lips. – Give me a drag on that before you throw it away Clark! – Oh, you’d better quit drinking that stuff Clark, it’s “pizen”! By the way, a year ago yesterday I asked you to go to hear Artie Shaw with me. I’ll bet you didn’t expect to still be dating me, did you? – I was hoping from the first that we could get along. – I’m still hoping, but I never was that lucky. – This letter was interrupted here while Tom White, Wolfe, and I went for a ride to cool off. Wolfe said he wished he had a date tonite – I think he must be changing. White is painting a bridge just outside of Delaware on the way to Sunbury. Wolfe, Hopkins, White, Julian and myself are all going to be orphans next week end. Our folks are all going to be away. We’re planning an all night poker session Friday night. – You’d better get home and rescue me. By the way, have you decided yet when I get to see you? Is it to be Saturday, Sunday, Monday or when? – Not to mention how if it’s Saturday or Sunday. Personally, I think it would be a good idea for you to come down and cook Sunday dinner for me; but if it’s this hot, I wouldn’t want you to. Well honey, it’s about a quarter ‘till eleven, and time for all good little boys to be in bed. – So write P.D.Q please and love me and think and dream of me a little, because you have all my love, and all my thoughts and dreams. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/05ec0641d09f09accb25f9d3c0ce57cb.jpg 9dac1fae2e1cfae40c527da4e616c42b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 23-24 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio August 27, 1940 Tuesday Dear Evelyn, Mother got home today and just about the first thing she asked me was whether or not I had invited you down over Friday night. When I told her that I had, she said that she had been forced to change her plans about leaving for over Labor Day, and must leave early Saturday morning instead of late Saturday afternoon, or Sunday morning as she had intended, because the other people who are going – the ones she was with in Kentucky – have to leave then. God only knows why! So she said she would call the whole trip off in order to stay home and entertain us. Although I’d just as soon she would, I couldn’t very well tell her to, so I told her we would make other plans and for her to go ahead and go Saturday morning. She wants you to come down Friday, and she wants to take us out for either lunch or dinner at the Maramour, and it’s all right with her about Saturday. But she says that if she goes away Saturday morning she doesn’t think you’d better stay here Friday night – and I can’t figure that one out either. I still want us to have the kind of week end we have planned, and we still can, but we’ve got to figure out what we’re going to do about your staying down Friday. There are several possibilities open: 1. You could stay with one of your girl friends. 2. You could stay at a hotel. 3. You could drive down Friday morning and go back before our “deadline” Friday evening, and then come down again for Saturday. (I’m against this, but if worse comes to worse.) 4. You could tell me to “go to hell” and not come down at all. – I’m very much against that. Evelyn, I’m sorry as the devil about this, it has made me sick, and blue, and everything else, but under the circumstances there was nothing else I could tell mom. It seems that everything we plan for and look forward to never works out just right. Maybe we’re jinxed. I hope you won’t be terribly angry with me, and I hope you will accept one of the above suggestions (save the last). Needless to say, I’ll take care of any expense involved. I have been investigating the job situation, and it isn’t very promising. Business, according to Mr. White, is very poor in Columbus right now, and Lazarus is the only firm hiring anyone. The rest are laying them off. The woman I want to contact about a Lazarus job was not home yesterday, but I’ll get in touch with her before the week end. Those department store jobs only pay $15.00 a week, by the way. Dearest, I know that you know how wonderful I thought Sunday was. There seems to be a spell that weaves itself around us, to make us happy, and peaceful, and content to just be together. I hope that we’ll have an even more wonderful time this week end, and I’m sorry as I can be about our arrangements for your staying here Friday night, and I hope you’ll understand. I’ll call you Thursday morning after graduation rehearsal to find out what you plan to do about the week end. Until then, and always, you know that you have all my love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa18b7e132016ccc322c61a35a4ae016.jpg cec0f08bf6f7008a10c9ca7edd184165 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio September 10, 1940 Dere Missus Stark, Please X cuse Mary Jane from Fizz Ed. 2 day as she wuz drunk last nite and still has an awful hangover Thank U., Mrs. Zilch Dear Evelyn, How is the teaching going thus far? I surely hope everything is well under control, and I’m pulling for you all the way. This teacher has been pretty busy the last two days, although I’m getting used to it now, and I’m having a lot of fun. Perhaps you’re wondering why I’m writing so soon, and probably you will wonder why it is so short. The last question shall be answered first: I’m writing you while waiting for supper. I’ve just gotten home, and I’m going to go to an executive meeting as soon as I eat. The reason for my writing now instead of waiting to hear from you, or until I have more time, is to re-affirm my statement of last Saturday that I would like very much for us to go hear Tommy Dorsey this Saturday night. Probably some of the other fellows are going, and I know we can have a swell time. Of course, most important of all is that we’ll be together. So, if you can, and want to, please come home. Write me so that I’ll know whether or not you’re coming. If so, I’ll be up about 7:30 – You’ve got to get there early to get a seat. – If not, I’ll see you whenever you can get down, and I’ll write you a long letter as soon as I hear from you. I hope you’ve missed me, and wished that I was around, but I know you haven’t had time to do anything like that, and that you probably won’t miss me anyway. So – write & tell me whether you can come down, and know that you will always have – All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/50ace2ec3ee9956495103bb654a84ab7.jpg 7606310cff933bf964d8143473321073 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 28-29 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio September 12, 1940 Dear Evelyn, I like Longfellow, have come to the conclusion that “life is real and life is earnest.” Like Pepys I was “up betimes,” taught six classes, attended a teacher’s meeting, went to football practice; and to a meeting of the Wilkie Club. After which we had an executive meeting, so I’ve been pretty busy today. Tomorrow I teach, go with the football team to play South, then go with Peter to scout Gahanna, in their opener. Friday I shall teach and then rest, in order to be at my best for a date with my love on Saturday. I guess I shouldn’t have written you yesterday, but I wasn’t sure whether you were going to get down or not, and I wanted you to awfully much. You see, I really think about you, and miss you, and love you all the time; and I know you’d like to hear Dorsey, so I thought I’d better tell you again that going is a wonderful idea. As I said in yesterday’s letter, if it’s O.K. with you, I’ll be up about 7:30 Saturday evening, and we won’t get back very early – so there! Honey, it’s wonderful that you’re getting along so well with your teaching, and I know you’ll like it more and more as you get into the swing of things. (What I’m afraid of is that I’ll never be able to persuade you to quit teaching, and start taking care of me.) The idea of you training the cheerleaders intrigues me, I’ll be you really dream up some new wrinkles. Wait until they put you in charge of the campfire girls, the girl scouts, the athletic association for girls, ticket sales for plays, the girl reserves; and whatever else they have in the way of school activity. I’d like to be a little mouse in your study hall to watch you look stern, and listen to you give the kids hell. – I hope you don’t get so used to the idea that you keep it up on me – I probably need it though. There is very little news around the community. Cherry Cap runs tomorrow, - Trego says she’s a cinch to win- ha! Murray is now second Lieutenant M.M. Montgomery, U.S. Regular Army, Fort Hayes Garrison, which I think is wonderful Wolfe is no different. We tried to get him to get a date for Dorsey, but he wouldn’t. I think we’ll meet Brooks (and Helen – his love) at the Dale, and possibly Pete and Betty will go. Darling, I’m getting so sleepy I can hardly see, so I guess I’d better tumble into bed. I know I’ll dream of you, because you’re always in my mind – awake or asleep – love does that – darn it! Thanks for writing so soon honey, I was a little blue when I got home, and you’ve cheered me up again. I don’t know how much you miss me, but I hope you miss me, and think of me, and love me just half as much as I do you. Goodnight you darling, I love you, and will love you always – more than anything else in this world, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cb3985822862147647a9cf949deffaaf.jpg 9dc48ffad320f39fd148dc8f65e01045 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 31-32 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio September 16, 1940 Dear Evelyn, I didn’t wait until Monday to write you, because I’m not sure I’ll be home Monday evening. – I guess I’ve got to talk to the Buckeye Republican Club for a few minutes tomorrow evening, which means that I stay down town until late. This has been a very peaceful day for me. I got up about noon – which was much too early – at breakfast, read the newspaper from cover to cover; went down to the bowling alley with Hopkins and Wolfe, then took a nap, ate dinner, dozed and listened to the radio. It is about nine o’clock, and I’m going to bed when I finish this letter. – I’m convinced that Sunday ought always to be a day of rest. – Although I would a little rather rest with you around then alone. It’s more fun that way. Darling, last night seemed very wonderful to me (save for about an hour when I was mad at you) I thought Doug was very good, I liked the dancing in the moonlight, in short, I liked it all; but I’m afraid it would not have been nearly so wonderful had I been with anyone else. Even though you don’t feel quite as I do, we both – I hope – have a pretty wonderful time together, and for me at least, nothing serves as an acceptable substitute for you. – A quiet contentment settles over everything, and there is nothing lacking when we’re together. I wonder sometimes whether any other couple were ever more suited for one another or more happy together than we are. – Today has been one of the days when I felt very near to you, as though you were actually with me, and oh how I wish you were! I love you so very much that the thought of you, the image of you, your smile, your voice; your lips are almost a part of me. Yet, today every thought has not been a pleasant one. Two things help destroy the perfection of my peace of mind. First if you come down next week end, I shan’t have the car Saturday night. – Mom is going to some kind of party, and wants it. Of course, Sunday is another matter, and the car will be available, I could probably figure out some way to get up Saturday, however, if you do come home. The other thing that has been bothering me is a rather bad case of jealousy. I’m sorry, maybe my ideas are all wrong, but I can’t see why it’s necessary for you to promise the entertainment for this visiting fireman who has been dating you lately. If it doesn’t mean anything, why don’t you fix him up with someone else? Or, if there is no one around there, why not let me fix him up? I’d guarantee any date to be pretty smooth. The thing that gets me is that you’d have two dates in the same day. It seems too much like running them in shifts for me. I know, and so do you that if I did that with you, you wouldn’t like it either, and you’d probably be more burned up than I was if I were late when you specially asked me to be early, just because I’d been out with some other girl. However, that’s water under the bridge, I’ve got no right to tell you what you can do or can’t do; and you do whatever you feel like about having other dates. There may come a time when I’ll want a little variety myself, although I doubt it. I have a better time out with the boys than I do with any girl other than you. The only reason I’d have other dates would be to provide you with a little competition, and since you aren’t around to see it, it hardly seems worth while. Well, with these remarks off my chest I feel much better, and now I’ve forgotten all about it, so don’t worry any at all. I thought I’d better tell you how I feel about it all though. Please don’t misunderstand, and think that I’m demanding that you not have other dates. I’m not! It’s about ten o’clock now, and I think I’d better get to bed. – I’m still sleepy, you keep me up awfully late. – I just can’t get you to go in, and I try so hard too. Oh, you thought it was the other way around did you? Well, I guess it is at that. No fooling honey, I’m afraid that sometime you just won’t be able to get rid of me at all, because once I’m near you it’s so hard to leave you. How I wish we could be together always. I’d never tire of it I’m sure. Brooks and Helen don’t know what it is to be together maybe, but neither do we. – Darlingest, don’t be surprised if I write oftener than twice this week. It brings us nearer together when we write. Be a good girl, and bounce any of those kids if they get tough. Tell ‘em I said it was all right. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed9c7a8f573d8a73e367dccf7c2e467b.jpg cc73567c8dd0f8ae180e432e25661c3a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio September 18, 1940 Wed Morning Dear Evelyn, Again, I’ve been busy. Last night I made a speech for Wilkie; tonight I go to the Republican State Convention, and Monday I helped with some fraternity rushing. I was so sleepy yesterday in my last period class that I almost went to sleep while teaching it. Much to my chagrin the superintendent walked in. I’m writing you during my free period. Ordinarily Peter and I talk over the race horse situation, but Cherry Cap ran last again yesterday and Pete isn’t feeling so chipper, nor so talkative. Honey, I’ve been thinking it over, and I want you to forget what I said in my letter Sunday. I had no business saying anything. Of course I trust you all the way, and I know that when you say everything is all right that it is. I also wish you would convey my apologies to your mother for the way I acted in front of her. I know I was rude, and I’m sorry. Also, if you can come home this week end, and want to, don’t hesitate to do so. Just because our car is not around doesn’t mean that we can’t have a date. Some way or other we’ll be together, and you know how very much I want us to be not only this week end, but always. So I’m hoping you’ll come home, and I’m assuming – perhaps I shouldn’t be – that whenever you’re home we automatically have a date, or a dozen of them. If you’re so determined to go to the races, why don’t you drive down Saturday afternoon, we can go to the races, out for dinner, and then I could catch that 1:15 bus and come home. In any event R.S.V.P. – D.2., and tell me that you’ll be home. – I kind of miss you, and there is a dull ache in my heart when I don’t see you. How I wish you were here right now! Just in case you didn’t know it, I think I ought to tell you that I love you – terribly. You are, and have always been, everything I ever even dreamed about. With you I’m perfectly content, without you I’m absolutely desolate. You are a part of me, and of my every thought and every deed. The memory of you is always with me. – I just thought you ought to know that. – So please darlingest, write soon, come home this week end, And take all of My Love Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e8800b47de94ca6cdf297f19d5559197.jpg 9eb7b287b2e8dff8bc7cbf84ceaa78c1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 36-37 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio September 20, 1940 Thursday About 1:00 A.M. Darlingest, This may be just a short letter, because I’m very tired, but I’ve been thinking about you, and I thought I ought to write, since I got your letter today. There isn’t much news, I’ve been running along as per schedule – last night I was introduced to Senator Bob Taft (for the second time) and to Burton (Candidate for Senator.) Murray’s dad is in charge of the draft for this section of the country, and Murray is dating Clara Erwin (our secretary.) George is seriously considering having a date with a girl by the name of Ann Freduckson – a fine gal (Chimes, Mortar Board etc.) Brooks is stepping out on Helen tomorrow night. The Sigma Nu’s have already gotten men pledged, despite the fact that rush week doesn’t start until next week – we hope to get forty men or more, and most all good boys. Trego has been pacing the floor for the last two days, it seems as though he’s worrying about our game tomorrow night. – We played Cols. West’s varsity – supposedly a strong team – a practice game, and beat them 13 to 7, and should have scored on them more. I wish we played Crestline. Pete is trying to get me to room with him out in Grove City, but I don’t know whether I will or not. I’ve been working on him with the idea of he and Betty getting married. – Today, I took him a budget showing how well he and Betty could live on what he makes. – I hope I get them married. Sweetness, in answer to your letter, I don’t intend to have any dates with anyone but you. If I ever do have another date, I’ll tell you all about it; and you know as well as I do that I’ll never “get serious” over any other girl. For some strange reason I’ve got the idea that you’re the only girl in the world, and no matter what you do, you’ll always be that to me. I think I’ve told you before, but the fact is that I love you with all my heart, and with all my soul, and with all my might. And the greatest dream and hope that I have is that you’ll decide someday that you love me. If you ever do – we’ll be the happiest couple in the world – for ever and ever. Life will have then reached its climax for me, and I shall ask no more. Not even heaven can possibly match the eternal joy we’d have in a lifetime together, but I guess that’s up to you. – darn it! Honey, I hope you’ve had a good week teaching, and I hope you see a good ballgame tomorrow night. – I know I will. I know it’s too late to hear from you any more this week, but I’m hoping you’re coming down this week end I still think it would be fun to go to the races – Cherry Caps is running (?) more than that, I just want us to be together. The moon is still very beautiful, and I’ve missed you all week, no fooling! Why don’t we go to the races, out to dinner, for a ride, etc., and then I come home on that late bus? That would be a fine date. – Then, if you got real insistent, and coaxed very hard, I would come up Sunday again in the De Soto – providing you wanted me to. Well dearest, I must get some sleep before teaching tomorrow, so good night, I’ll see you in my dreams. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f28376db366a707a7ba186e2a49787a0.jpg 1230a0f958f5847dc407719c574f4107 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 39-40 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio September 24, 1940 Monday evening Dear Evelyn, Last night, after I had gone out for dinner with mom, I went down to the fraternity house and saw all the good brothers, went to Hennicks for a Coke, and then played bridge at White’s. Today I was out of sorts for some reason or other, and everything seemed to go wrong. I kicked a couple of kids out of class, and then I really booted young Breckenridge. It was really blue Monday. To top it off, I had to attend a P.T.A. meeting, which wasn’t particularly good entertainment. But, tomorrow is Tuesday, another day, and I hope a better one. After Tuesday there are only four more days until Saturday, and then I may be allowed to see my honey again. Do you know I’ve been doing a large amount of thinking since yesterday, but I haven’t come to any conclusions about anything except on one subject and that’s this business of not planning ahead on seeing one another. When I made the remark that we’d probably have to go to the Michigan game, but that we wouldn’t plan on it definitely, I had reference to last years’ O.S.U. Homecoming when we had planned far in advance. I don’t want anything like that to happen again, of course. I did not have in mind, however, that we should not plan on seeing one another whenever you come down for the weekend. I’m not “demanding” that we make any such plans now. I feel that if I rate very much with you that you will make it a point to see me whenever you can. I’m quite sure that’s the way it is with me. I always want to see you, if I could be with you every minute of every day I would be content. All I want to say on the subject is this: If you honestly want to have other dates on the week ends that’s your privilege; if you feel that “settling down” to dating me is burdensome and cramps your style, then by all means don’t do anything like that. But, if that’s the way you intend for things to be, and if I’m to continue just being someone you like to date occasionally – maybe once every two or three weeks then I fully intend to have other dates, as many as I want, whenever I want them. For example, had I possessed an indication that you were just dating me Saturday because no better opportunity presented itself, I would not have broken the date I had. My idea of the way things ought to be is for us to have dates with one another whenever and wherever possible, and to try and make it possible very often. Then, when we couldn’t be together, other dates would be in order. Please don’t think I’m being demanding, I’m not meaning to be, all I want is to gain some sort of an understanding of how we’re going to handle the problem. You know as well as I do that whatever you want to do will be done, but I just wanted you to know what I think. If I’m wrong please tell me about it, and point out my error. Darlingest, I don’t know whether I told you yesterday or not, but I was awfully happy Saturday night. I really had a wonderful time with you. It proved something to me that had been bothering me a little and that was that we can still be happy together out in a crowd. I felt the same happiness that we have always – together. Sunday too was wonderful for me, although there was something wrong part of the time. – I don’t know quite what. Examples: Your sudden desire to go someplace (which was perfectly O.K., but which surprised me a little, because earlier you had no apparent desire to move around.) Your discourse on how we were not suited for one another, because of the idea that I was a brain storm – when you and I both know that we are more suited for one another in every way than any two people in the world. – The idea of me being any mental giant is utter damned foolishness, and you know it as well as I do. Then there was the remark that you were in no wise ready to settle down, and the indication that our getting serious was almost an impossibility. Finally, I felt that you’d have been happier had I not been around when those fellows (the “visiting fireman”) came to see you. – But in the main Sunday was another wonderful day. I think the thing that bothers me so much is that I’m not at all sure of you. Honey, I didn’t mean to lecture you at all in this letter. Indeed, I’m not lecturing you even though it may sound as though I am. Actually, I’m so much in love with you that even the smallest cloud on our horizon worries me, and I feel so close to you that I know you’ll understand how I am, and will consider anything I say accordingly. If I didn’t have that feeling, I’d never tell you about anything that bothers me. I guess I’d better go to bed now, I’ll probably write tomorrow again, and surely Wednesday. The plans for a weekend together remain in your hands, whatever you say goes – but here’s hoping I see you. – Which just proves that if a week is a long time to go without you, think how long four years are. I know I’ll dream about you dearest, I almost always do, and you know that I love you, that I truly miss you, and that you’re the only girl in the world who will ever possess All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4314193398cb20ecfa3b11e2af0d66dd.jpg 70488de116d02594d85c6a052652dde0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 42-43 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio September 25, 1940 Tuesday Night Dear Evelyn, Developments over yesterday, so far as news is concerned, are slim, my disposition was much better, however, and things went rather well at school. – I gave a boy a dictionary to read, because he said he didn’t have anything to do. Tonight I went to a Wilkie meeting, and heard Tom White’s dad speak. He’s pretty interesting. - Montgomery is still very much wrapped up with Clara, and vice-versa I understand. – After the meeting we dropped in at the fraternity to see how rush week is going, and found that it’s coming along very well. – Tomorrow night I’m going down to help them out a little. Sweetheart, after getting your letter, and after having written mine, I feel that we both are making much ado about nothing. I think that on week ends we will have the majority of our time taken up with each other; and when you have another date, I’m quite sure I shan’t complain, since you want it to be that way. You are still free to do as you please; if you feel that your interest can be better served by not seeing me every week end, then by all means don’t see me every week end. When I made the remark about having an understanding that we would be together, I made it because I thought that you were in favor of such a plan as much as I was - and am. Since it isn’t that way, I’m sorry I mentioned it, you may do as you like and I shan’t complain at all. When you feel that you want to see me, just let me know a little while ahead of time, and I shall be at your command. What you do any other time will not be any of my business. I trust you completely, I know that when you’re out with some one else you’d do nothing that would meet with my disapproval, and of course you can always have the same faith in me when I’m out on a date with someone else. From my letter yesterday you know pretty much the way I feel about the whole idea, but as you say, with out your earnest wish for us to be together as often as possible, I have no right to ask that we just automatically be together on week ends. And you know that I love you enough never to even think of not accepting your ideas, and doing as you would like. There is just one thing I want to say further, and that is that I too want you to get everything out of life that you can, and if having dates with other people to the subordination of dates with me will provide you with everything that makes for happiness, then I’m for you doing it – all the way. But, I know I’m happiest when I’m with you. Just being together gives me everything I want from life. It gives me a joy – an inner glow – that ten thousand dates with ten thousand other women could never give me. With you I’m content, with out you I’m a lost soul. Every day, every hour, I miss you, and wish for you and want you. “Thou art the shadow on my right hand,” with you complete happiness is assured, with out you there wouldn’t be an awful lot in life worth working for. All the liquor in the world, all the women I have ever seen, all the honor that could possibly ever come to me would not – could not- give me everything there is in life, because with you out of the picture life would be almost completely meaningless. – Why? Simply because I love you as much as any man ever loves the one woman in the world – for him.- Now, unless you have something further to say let’s drop the discussion on this subject. We both understand how the other feels, and – because we do understand one another so thoroughly, let’s let well enough alone. The choice as to our future is in your hands. – Write real soon, and let me know what you decide to do about your choice. Come down if you can – and want to, and accept all my love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/048442e2ed8d82b20d60837c51c0ef6a.jpg 9a7aaf98e6e9e28b7c7d47b2d5281478 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio September 27, 1940 Dearest Evelyn, This will necessarily have to be short. I’ve been rushing for Sigma Nu, and I’ve put the pin in the pocket of a couple of boys myself, and I’m going to try hard to get some more. – They’ve got me interested in Sigma Nu again. Outside of rushing I’ve been doing very little since I last wrote. Teaching has been coming along O.K. so far this week. No trouble at all with classes, and I’ve given a couple of tests this week. Sweetness, again I’m missing you, and wanting to see you. – I guess it must be because I’m in love with you – do you suppose? At any rate, I hope that if you come home, you call me, or someway let me know when I can see you. If I can see you Saturday, we’ll go out with Murray & Clara – he’s still going for her. – If I can’t see you, or if you aren’t coming home, I’ll write you a long letter Sunday. – But gosh I hope I can see you, and be with you either Saturday, or Sunday, or both! – That is if you don’t think that would be “practically going steady.” – Well, honey, I’m off to work and rushes again, so please come down & let me see you. If you call me, call me by noon Saturday. Or, if you want to write, send me a special when you get this, and I’ll get it in time. Set time of date in your letter, and I’ll be there. And darlingest, please know that I will always love you, and want you, and that to me you’ll be always the most wonderful girl in the world. All My love now, and forever and ever, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5ad05498278d07c402c5c5c8c7200624.jpg 7e07b0e86a8dec010aee6ecbf7da910d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 47-49 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio October 1, 1940 Dear Evelyn, Since I last wrote you I have been a pretty busy boy. Friday I saw two football games. Saturday I saw Ohio State open by walloping Pitt. – I guess you didn’t lose any money since Muskingum and Wesleyan played to a tie. – Saturday night I helped with rushing, and then went down to the Deshler to the Post Master’s Convention. Sunday I helped with rushing, went to Buckeye Lake, played poker, and helped with formal pledging. Got home and got about three hours sleep before time for school this morning. – Needless to say, I’m tired. How has school been going at Crestline? Swell, I hope! I was plenty sorry you couldn’t see your way clear to come down. – No kidding. I really miss you when I don’t see you for a while. I’m not at all sure when I do see you that you’ll be altogether safe, because I’m definitely in the mood. Evelyn, so far this letter is just about as dull as all the others I’ve written lately. For some reason or other, I’ve been afraid to let go, and say what I’d like to say the way I’d like to say it. The truth of the matter is I have a feeling that we’re not pulling together as we usually do. It worries me, because I can’t figure out what the trouble is. Honestly though, dearest, there are several things that are bothering me – some of which I told you about in our earlier letter. To enumerate: 1. I can’t imagine what was wrong the day I came to Sunbury. As I told you, I had a feeling that you wished I was someplace else. I don’t think it was because of the trips past your house by the “visiting fireman,” and I surely hope that wasn’t it, but darn it all, what was it? 2. I’m not at all sure that I understand what your attitude is going to be in regard to our having dates. And I definitely am against the idea of my having to beg for dates in order to get one once every two or three weeks. – Damn it all, when I say I miss you I mean it! I want to see you as often as I possibly can, and heaven knows if I were with you every week end, the whole time, it wouldn’t be often enough for me. Of course I’m jealous as the devil when you have other dates. It just burns me up, but I still can see that if you think you want to have them, that you should go ahead, but not at the expense of my not being able to whip in with a major percentage of dates. – As I told you, I won’t say anything about it, and I’ll still be coming around anytime you’ll let me, as long as you’ll let me, but I really think I ought to get the major portion of your time. – Maybe I’m wrong, and if I am please tell me so. 3. You don’t seem to be nearly as enthused about writing me as you were. Frankly, the last letter you wrote was just about as cold as one I’d write to my grandmother. It read as though you were forcing yourself to write me at all, and since then I haven’t even begun to hear from you. All three of the items listed above worry me plenty, and they cause me to ask you what’s wrong. If you’re tired of seeing me, or would rather not see me, or have found somebody else, for heavens sake tell me. If all of this stuff is my imagination tell me that too. (I sure hope it is.) Darlingest, I don’t want to lose you no matter what happens. I love you. Whenever you say so, I want you for ever and ever, because I really believe we’re made for one another. I know we’ll be wonderfully happy together whenever you say those words. --– If Ever. --- Honey, that’s all I’m going to say about all this stuff, if you feel like answering my doubts, I’d appreciate it, if not – that’s allright too. I hope you won’t think I’m a fuss-budget, but I really don’t know what the score is right now. Sweetness, in regard to this week end coming. May I humbly ask you for a date – or twenty? Saturday night, the Sigma’ Nu’s are having their first dance of the year at the house. I’ve been invited, and if you’d like to go – we’ll go. If you’d like to just have a date we’ll do that, if you’d like a party it can be arranged. – Probably we’ll have a party & dance too. Tom, Murray, Wolfe, Anderson etc., are all planning to take in the dance, and they cordially invited you to join in. – Would you like that? – Just purely as a suggestion, I thought that maybe you’d like to drive down Saturday in time for the Purdue – State game, go with me – since I don’t have a season ticket. Go out for dinner, and then meet the rest for the evening. – That way, however, I’d either have to stay up in Sunbury all night, or you can stay here all night – the invitation is definitely extended, and the Welcome Mat is always out for you. – In fact, why don’t you stay all night here? – Or, we could drive back to Sunbury that night, and talk Murray into coming up and getting me. If you don’t like any of those suggestions, and would just like to come down Saturday night, I’d gladly come & get you & take you back. – But the other idea sounds like more fun. Any Sunday date granted would, of course – also be very much appreciated. Dearest, please do come down some way or other, anything you say is law with me, and however you want things to be arranged – thus shall it be. However, I wish you would answer this letter right away, as soon as you decide what you’re going to do, in order that I can plan with the good brothers, and if you will stay here, so that I can tell mom. Send me a special – I’ve always wanted to get one anyway. Well, I’ve got to get to bed in order to awake bright and cheerful on the morrow, so please accept, and keep, and cherish – All My Love, Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9cb2b085396d0282d32c665e70395556.jpg 9677170bdaf966163b2f73b912701fc3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 51-52, 54 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio October 2, 1940 Tuesday Dear Evelyn, I just got home & got your letter, so I’m writing right away. I suppose by this time you’ve received my rather feeble effort to invite you down for the coming week end. So sorry you don’t feel the urge to see me and maybe – just maybe- have a swell time. You see I kind of figured that since you didn’t come down – at least as far as I was concerned – last week end that (if I wrote you in time – since I guess I must make my dates so far in advance) that you’d probably come down for Saturday. I’d planned a swell time for us and I thought that you’d probably want to see me and be with me a while, but I guess I was wrong. So you do whatever you think you want to do. I can’t tell you not to go to Wesleyan, but I’d sure like to. I think it’s a rotten idea. If you want to come down Friday night, O. K., but I can’t come up after you, because I simply wouldn’t have time. I’ve got to scout a ball game Friday afternoon, and be at school at seven o’clock that night – I have to work on the gate. It will be a good ballgame, and of course I’d like for you to come down. - You saw us play Worthington last year if I remember right. If you want to, plan on staying down Friday & Saturday both, I’m all for it. My invitation for you to come down Saturday is still open, you know that I’d like for you to accept it, Friday too if possible. In any event I’d like to see you sometime this week end. If Friday and Saturday are out, what about me coming up for a while Sunday? Evelyn, I don’t understand the way things are working out at all. I thought I had a reasonable good chance of being number one in the Stark League, but right now it looks like I’m lucky to even be playing. I hope you aren’t trying to gently fluff me off, but it certainly looks that way. I don’t know what I’ve done, or what the trouble is, but I’m dead set against it. It seems as though everything we’ve been to one another doesn’t mean much after all. Let’s get together this week end and be perfectly frank with one another, and straighten the whole thing out. Then let’s forget about all this business and be even closer to another than we were. What do you say? Know that anytime this week end is O.K. with me. Set the time & place right away though, so that I’ll have some idea of when I can see you. I’m not getting another date for Saturday, I still have hopes that you’ll see things my way! Despite, everything I love you, and oh lord but I am awfully upset right now! All My Love, - Always, Dick Postmarked Columbus, Ohio October 2, 1940 Wednesday evening Dear Evelyn, Since you seem to want it to be that way, I’ll come up Friday and be at your house at 6:00. We’ll go out for dinner and to the game, and then talk. I’ve got a lot of talking to do I guess. So sorry you won’t change your mind in regard to Saturday. I still wish you would, I’d like to have that date with you particularly, but that’s up to you. I’m pretty damned disappointed. Well, I’ve got to go to a meeting. I’ll see you Friday unless I hear otherwise from you. Until Then – Dick P.S. – Please don’t think I don’t want to see you Friday, I do! I’ve already made arrangements so that we can go. I detailed Tom White to scout the ballgame, and I got out of working on the gate. I’d make this letter longer, but I’ve got such a headache I can hardly see, and I’ve got this meeting to go to. Besides, I’ll say everything when I see you. Notify me someway or other if you change your mind about Friday, otherwise I’ll be up. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/59639b11b88af2f44f95a4a707d2e285.jpg c3f25ea0c60e20d581ae48f58db93144 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 56-57 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio October 16, 1940 Tuesday Evening Dear Evelyn, Sunday I went to Marion to look for a car, but there wasn’t anything much that I would have, maybe I’m too particular, and maybe you’re right I may not need a car at that. However, I’m still looking. Monday I taught school and graded papers, today I sent my grades in for the first six weeks. That was a very unpleasant job. Tonight, George and I just fooled around. I came home early in order to hear Wilkie talk. – I think he’s good. Tomorrow night is the Wilkie Club meeting, and I have to introduce the speaker, which makes it bad. – I never heard of him before but I guess he is a big shot in national Republican politics. He’s one of Wilkie’s aides. I’m sorry about last Saturday Evelyn. When I had written you, the plans were definite for a party at the fraternity to listen to the game, and then we were going out afterwards. As I told you, about every one who had planned on going to the house decided to go over to the Delta Gamma house – since they mostly had dates with the ‘DG’s,” and by the time I found out about it, it was too late to change our plans. I wanted to go downtown Saturday night, but Murray was against that – so what could I do? Anyway, I hope you didn’t have too dull a time, and weren’t so very bored with everything. – I’m not going to make any far-flung plans for this week-end, but I have a hunch that if you decide to come down, that things will be different, and that we’ll have a really swell time. There are several things brewing, and any of them would be fun. Or, we could just make it a twosome, and do whatever we please. What am I driving at? I’m asking you for a date this Friday, or Saturday, or both. In any event for Saturday. I hope you’ll see your way clear to give it to me. Otherwise, it will be a month before we see each other, since you seem determined to go to Wesleyan, and to Cleveland the following week ends. Please write and tell me whether I get a date Saturday or not. You might arrange to let me know by Friday. If I do get the date, I’ll be up about 7:45 Saturday evening. – O.K.? Evelyn, I’m also sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately. I realize – fully as well as you do – that my behavior has been more than faintly reminiscent of a high-school kid, but – as you say – I just can’t help it. I don’t know whether I’m jealous, or whether I’m worried for fear I’ll never really rate you, or just what is wrong with me. I do know that there is a lot about you that I don’t understand. But when I analyze things, I can’t really figure out exactly what it is, unless it is the fact that I am conceited enough to think that you ought to love me. I can see so plainly what it would be like for us always to be together, that I feel out of place when confronted with the notion that it wouldn’t be possible. I know it would work wonderfully well, and you can’t see it. I think that’s the whole thing – but maybe it isn’t that at all. – Oh well, let’s not worry about that at all any more. I still hope, and believe that things will work out the way I want them to eventually. – Probably my conceit again. I hate to have to coax you for dates on week ends, but since I apparently must, I’m asking you again for this week end. – Saturday for sure, and Friday too, if possible. Well, I shan’t bore you by getting sentimental as I did in my last letter. – Incidentally, that letter was not intended to be sickening, I really felt that way, and no part of it was a copy of any one’s else handiwork. ‘Twas mine own, and since you didn’t approve, I guess I’m stuck with it. In any event try and love me, and take all my love always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/003f9dd9311c97b094b17ec8d9cf7873.jpg fcd7973a940481076c524f24b6a6b20c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 59-60 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio October 17, 1940 Wednesday Night Dear Evelyn, When I came home tonight, I was anticipating a letter from you. As a matter of fact, I even asked Murray to wait a minute because I thought I might be able to tell him whether or not we were going to have a date Saturday or not. The result, needless to say was not only no letter, but not even so much as an indication that we have a mailman. To say that I was disappointed is an understatement. To be perfectly truthful, I was immediately just as blue as I could be. I’m not asking you why I didn’t hear from you, that’s up to you. But I am wondering just a little bit more about the status of our relationship. I’m not even asking you to explain that to me now, because I’m afraid to. The fact is, however, that we aren’t clicking the way we did for quite a while. I don’t know whether it’s my fault or yours, or both, or whether it is the natural course of events. Maybe it’s just that I have a chip on my shoulder. Possibly you are just simply getting tired of having me around. Probably I’ve done something to offend you. Believe me, if the later is true, that I never willingly would do anything to cause you to get peeved. In any event, let’s get things back on the track they took this summer and early this fall – up until the last two or three weeks in fact. Let’s revive the idea that we’re Evelyn and Dick, and that the rest of the world can go hide under a rock someplace. I don’t know exactly what I said Saturday night. – I guess I’m out of practice on my beer drinking – I don’t know what I did, or failed to do, but I’m truly sorry if you were put out about anything. Probably tomorrow I’ll get a letter and then I’ll be sorry I wrote this, but at any rate it’s written. What do I want you to do? 1. Write me oftener; as old as I am you’d think I wouldn’t get lonesome, but I do – and just hearing from you helps a lot. 2. Keep on arranging it so that I can see you about every week end. If you don’t have any desire to see me, that is different. If you do, then let’s arrange it and quit this fencing around for dates. 3. You might be enthusiastic about us being together, and you might try and love me. I’ll admit I don’t know exactly what you could love about me, but at least it would be easier to do it that way, than to think up all of the many possible reasons why you shouldn’t love me. I could think of several other things that you might do, but there’s no sense in boring you now with the gory details. One thing I hope you do is give me one or two dates this week end. Any time you let me know is O.K., but I really want to see you, particularly since I won’t get to see you the next two week ends after this one – unless you would decide that you wanted to see me. Goodnight, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0378a6af277d4f5e77cc50f2219984d4.jpg b0803419821ab88baef9243a73cbd571 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 62 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio November 11, 1940 Monday Evening Dear Evelyn, You’ll have to forgive the pencil – I can’t find my pen. I got home the other night without mishap, and – as of today – am still alive and disgustingly healthy. Yesterday, Wolfe, Murray and I went to the State and saw the picture The Westerner, which wasn’t bad. Last night we had a good old fashioned Poker Game, which lasted from seven ‘til, about two. I was plenty tired out this morning, but it was worth it. – I disproved an old saying – “unlucky in love, lucky at cards.” I am definitely unlucky at both. But I always say “a winner always wins.” Today was a typical school day. - Although a couple of my classes were none too smart. However, perhaps their teacher was not doing too well either. Evelyn, I did a lot of thinking on my way home from Sunbury, and a lot more yesterday. So now I’m going to make another strategic error and tell you the conclusions I came to – From now on, I’ll not bother you by trying to get you to see my point of view in regard to your giving me the majority of your dates. If you honestly feel that you’re missing something by doing that, then by all means don’t. – If I have been relegated to the position of an also ran as far as you’re concerned – I’ll accept it. – When you come home, and want to go out with me all you have to do is say so. – I’ll be there. If you want me to come to Crestline any week end I‘ll do that; and I’ll definitely keep asking you for dates when I want – which will be all the time. But, anymore, when you decide that you can have a better time out with someone else, I’ll not say anything. The only claim I have on you will be whatever claim you give me. If I’m not worth a considerable portion of your time and affection – I’m not – that’s all. So, we’ll play the game your way, until either you decide you don’t want me to play at all anymore, or decide that I do rate pretty well with you, and that maybe I deserve a few breaks. Well, that’s about all except that I was wondering whether it wouldn’t be possible for me to see you at least one other time during Thanksgiving vacation. Why couldn’t I see you Wednesday night, or Friday of that weekend, even though we don’t go to the dance that Friday night? – Of course I hope I still have the Saturday date. Evelyn, you may not think much of this letter, but it was a hard one to right for me. Dick. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b607189bad43ceed854651350e60d960.jpg 69afc77db0ced2942578638411583332 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 65-66 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 6, 1941 Sunday Night Dear Evelyn, The end of a lazy Sunday brings me time to write to you, sort of as a climax to a day of comfort, and peace. – The thing needed to make me truly content would of course be your presence, but writing to you is the next best thing. Writing in the mood I’m in now seems to bring you so near that I can feel your presence. I got up about noon and shuddered at the thought of having to get my car started. Finally, after reading the paper, dressing leisurely, and eating breakfast, I summoned all my courage and got some test papers out of the cold car. Then I called Wolfe and told him to come down and push me. – After the papers were all graded (do you think you can be persuaded to help with that job?) George pushed, and we discovered I was out of gas! – Oh me! Then we fooled around awhile, I ate dinner in Hennicks, and took George home. Since then I’ve been reading, smoking my pipe, and listening to the radio. – I guess I took a little nap too. After I left you, yesterday, I went up to Hennicks, met George, and then in came Murray and “Billie,” the girl who was with us New Years Eve. We talked awhile, and then Murray took her home. When he got back we went to his house for dinner, and he was in kind of a daze – all he could talk about was her, until Jane Anne informed him that she was practically engaged to some fellow from West Point, who had just graduated last June, and that probably the formal announcement would be out as soon as she graduates. – I don’t know whether it’s true or not, but it bothered Murray so much it was pretty funny. Last night Brooks, Murray, White, Bill Moore, and I saw Santa Fe Trail. It was very good. After which we went to the Blue Danube and talked and listened to the music. – I like that kind of an evening, particularly when the talk is good. – Although, if I had any choice, I’d much rather be with you. After I got home, I read until late. This book, A Man Name Grant, is good. It holds my interest, and I think it’s an improvement over lots of old pseudo-sympathetic, inaccurate biographies. But, enough of that, I’m wondering whether you enjoyed yesterday as much as I did. – I mean our being together. I don’t know why it is, but when things are right between us, there’s a strange something that seems to hold us together. I guess it’s what I call “the We feeling.” At any rate, when it’s there it shuts us off completely from every thing else for a little while. Maybe it’s just me though, I don’t know. Do you know, I’m looking forward to summer again, when we can be together so much oftener, and when we can forget that we’re school teachers and are just Evelyn and Dick, happy swimming, or playing tennis, or golfing – or sitting on your front porch in the moonlight looking for a couple of stars that belong to us. I hope the one star never fades out forever. And I hope we can always keep the “we” feeling that makes us so close to one another when it’s there. Somehow, I’ve always felt that we will always keep it, and that we won’t ever be really separated, but I could be wrong – look at the horses I play sometimes. Well, sweetness, I guess I’ve probably bored you by this time, so I’ll quit for now. Write real soon, and let’s see each other soon too. How can I ever get you to love me by mail? Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b5e1967dcd5915308f7dcccb5d973af0.jpg 5208cd148ac21e6678af9db90903e70c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 69-70 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio January 19, 1941 Sunday About Noon Dear “Angel flying on the ground,” Here it is Sunday and I have just gotten dressed, although I have read the paper and eaten breakfast. Really, I feel remarkably fit today. I’ve had more sleep over this week end than I’ve had in quite a spell. I looked at my eyes in the mirror this morning, and there isn’t even a trace of a circle. Since I last wrote, I haven’t done an awful lot more than I had then. Wednesday I met “Hot Horse Herbie,” Emrich, and we fooled around all evening. Thursday I went down to the Quarterback Club meeting and saw the pictures of Paul Brown’s Massilon team. How those kids could block! I wish Grove City could take a few lessons on that art. Friday I had to go to Groveport and keep score for the Grove City game. Again we got beat. – The thing that bothers me is that I can’t figure out how we’ve managed to win three games. When I got home late Friday night, I found a letter from the originator of the flu epidemic, herself. Saturday after I got dressed, bathed, shaved etc, (was about one o’clock) I met Murray and Tom (Wolfe’s girl made him meet her) and we went bowling and shot pool. – That was pretty profitable venture for me, as we were playing loser pays. – I got hot and didn’t lose anything. Last night everybody had dates (except Clark, the dateless wonder) so I came home and read. This reading is alright, but I’m getting a little sick of improving my mind. I’d sort of like to have a date too, just to see what it’s like. I thought maybe Miss Influenza – the girl who is like the angel flying on the ground – would fall for the very broad hint I put out, and give me a date. But I guess I didn’t hint quite strongly enough. I thought about coming up yesterday despite the flu, and then it got slippery and I decided not to. – At least that’s the reason I gave myself for not coming up. Actually, I guess I’d have come flu, ice, and everything else not withstanding, if I had thought you wanted me. But I was afraid - and undoubtedly with reason – that you’d have a date. Oh well, the books I’ve been reading have been pretty good at that! I guess I’ll become a hermit, and learn to know all about everything – except women. What I’d like to know is, how do you ever learn to know anything about them? Well, sweetness, I guess I’d better quit this foolishness for now. I’ve got about sixty test papers to grade, and my “studes” will be yelling their heads off if they don’t get them by tomorrow. I sure wish you’d hurry up and reach the conclusion that you ought to marry me so that you can help me grade ‘em. – No that’s not the only reason you ought to reach that conclusion, but you’ve got to admit, it’s a reason. I’ve got some better reasons I could give you, but they require a visible audience, and maybe some practical demonstrations. Please answer real soon, and tell me all about anything. In case you had decided to believe that stuff about me being a hermit, forget it! I was only fooling, and “by God and by Jesus” I’d like to have a date with you (not somebody else) real soon, like this coming week end, and as many week ends as possible thereafter. Why don’t you put the chill on a couple of your boy friends, and be my honey again? I’m a good boy after you get to know me; and you ought to be getting so that you know me don’t you think? I’ve been dreaming about you more than I ever did in my life before, and while they’re fine, I need the “Real McCoy.” I heard the operetta Cyrano De Bergerac, last night, and the girl wanted the fellow to figure out some new ways to tell her he loved her. When he couldn’t do it, she went angrily in too the house. I can’t figure out any new ways to tell you either darling, but I guess you know that I do without any invention on my part, so please don’t go away in a dither when I say that I think you’re the swellest of them all, and that I miss you, and need you, and will love you always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0afc727c35b595b166dd5b29585bfb10.jpg 82abdd7b04df510bdff9286178a7b3c8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 72-73 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 24, 1941 Thursday Night Dear Evelyn, Br-r-r- it sure is cold around here since I opened up that letter of yours! But, being a confirmed optimist, I’m telling myself that you were just tired, and that everything is really wonderful. Why in the world do you let them keep you so confounded busy up there? Personally it’s a wonder to me that you haven’t lost so much weight from overwork that they’d have to X-ray to find you. Me, I prefer it when I can be nice and lazy, and I definitely wouldn’t like the idea of doing everything you get sucked into doing. But then I guess you’re just naturally ambitious. – although I’ll have you know I am going to talk to the Grove City Woman’s Civic Club on the topic “The Place of Russia in the present World Crisis.” – Frankly, I don’t know what their place is, but I’ll tell them something. I’d like to touch them for $100, for the History Library I’m planning; and I’ll try & work that in someplace. Life has been about as dull & uninteresting as it can be lately. I’ve taught school, and given tests, and listened to Trego moan; read several books; shot pool with Murray until I’ve now gotten my eye back; talked & worked toward getting the equipment I want for my classes next year; but mostly I’ve wished I could see you. There isn’t any news particularly. Murray thinks he may be transferred to Troops before long. Emrich is pretty sure of getting fired. Wolfe is so busy being in love – or whatever he is – that he doesn’t have time to be himself. Julian is shopping for a diamond for Helen; and they’ll be setting the date soon. And I got paid today!!! That may not be news, but it seemed mighty nice to me. Well sweetness, seein’ as how you’re so darned busy I won’t bother you any more for now. If you, God, and my Plymouth are willing I’ll be in Crestline around noon Sunday, so don’t go ‘way without me! – And, unless the weather is bad, don’t expect to get rid of me very soon either, for I “fain would whisper words of sweetness – dripping with milk and honey into your pearl-like ear.” So, be at thy sweetest fair maiden, and be prepared to bandy a lot of sweet nothing & anything else we can bandy, cause “I ain’t nuthin’ but in the mood, sharp as a tack, and fit & ready to run.” – Here’s hoping – despite the absence of any such assurance – that you’re sort of wanting to see me too. – Anyway, until Sunday, and always there’s – All My Love for You, Dick P.S. – Friday Morning: If the snow & ice is not off the roads Sunday morning, I may not be up, unless there are a couple of convenient trains. I’ll either wire or phone you Sunday if I’m not coming. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2d31b0f97b9ab6542c65785c6a8a75ae.jpg 3ed05141522269e57376188c4cf29328 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 75-76 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio February 3, 1941 Sunday Night Dear Evelyn, This has been a lazy – wonderful – day for me, here it is 8:30 P.M., and I haven’t dressed all day. I’ve read a mystery novel, graded about a hundred papers, and talked to George, when he came down for awhile. It has been a long time since I’ve done anything very exciting. I’ve been bowling some, playing Bridge, shooting pool, reading, attending basketball games, and working pretty hard. As to news – or boring chatter – (depending on the point of view) there really isn’t much. Murray has been having a lot of dates of late, among them a girl by the name of Betty Biddle from Wesleyan. – Know her? “Billie” Raymond – the girl who was with us the last time I was fortunate enough to have a date with you (remember?) came up & Murray took her to hear Kay Kyser. I guess they didn’t get along so well, particularly after he had found out she has a ring on the “third finger left hand.” Wolfe is still very much in love, and he has about eight dates a week. I still think the girl is a little on the screwy side, but that’s not my worry. Emrich has been covering all the basketball games at Grove City for the Journal so I see him pretty often. Everybody’s happy, and nobody has had anything really serious happen to them. Today is Feb. 2, and I remember a year ago today very well, you and I had a date. You came to Columbus, & we fooled around in Hennicks, went to Ackermans, ate dinner at The Village, saw the Fighting Sixty Ninth, went to Jim’s and then drove back to Wesleyan. – Haven’t I a good memory? I thought it was a very extra-super date then. I sometimes wonder why, when we have such swell times together, we don’t keep seeing one another. But I guess the whole thing is that you just enjoy other people more. Believe it or not, it’s sometimes a little discouraging when only one of us wants to be with the other (me!) I’m probably a lot sorrier than you that I didn’t get up last Sunday. But really it was awfully bad weather. I had thought about coming on the train, but I figured I might get to see you this week end. – I guess I was wrong wasn’t I? I should know better than to say this, but when do I get to see you? – I’d sort of like to know. Is it that you don’t want to see me, or that you’ve decided that you are really much happier with other people, or what? If you want to date me, all you have to do is name the day, if you don’t just say so. It seems sort of silly for me to go on wanting to see you without ever getting to, doesn’t it? Well, honey, I’m going to bed again & finish getting caught upon my sleep. Write real soon, and please give me a date – say this week end. – Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1dba6297d9dcaafaee796a2217d239af.jpg 9851efa0ea9587226b6fde85a430ee42 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 78-79 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio February 10, 1941 Monday Dear Evelyn, Pardon the pencil, but I broke my pen the other day & haven’t gotten it fixed yet. Life around here has been moving pretty fast lately. We’ve all been bowling quite a bit, and I’m getting better. – Not good, but better. Just for the hell of it, I had Doe Sommer give me a complete going over the other day, and he says I’m perfect except for my eyes. He kind of thinks they might take me in the army any way. – “Kee Rist”! Trego is walking on air today. His ball club finally clicked Friday night, and it looks like they’ll be hard to beat from now on. They’re all Freshman & Sophomores too, so look out for us in the future. Saw Phyllis Post the other night, and she’s very thrilled over the fact that she’s going to announce her engagement soon. This Thursday the Grove City Teachers play the Parents a basketball game, & I’ve got a faint feeling they’re going to kill me. – Just remember to shed at least one tear for me. I’ve read several very good books lately, most of them deal with History, but one doesn’t. It’s called King’s Row, and it’s the darndest book I ever read. You ought to get hold of it. – Bill Hopkins is sick. He has two lovely infected ankles, and is not able to walk. Today is so very pretty after all the bad weather we’ve had that I’ve got spring fever. I wish the horses would start running at Beulah soon. Betty Lou Thompson’s “Bobbie” has to join the army, so Montgomery is beginning to get that look again. Someday he’ll get cured. I don’t know why I remember all this, but a year ago today we had a date. I came to Sunbury, and you had a cold, and everything was very fine. Remember? Speaking of dates reminds me that I’d still like to have one with you and I’m getting damned discouraged about the whole thing. I can’t see any reason why you shouldn’t date me unless you’ve fallen into somebody else’s arms, can you? And if you have, say so, and I’ll quit hoping, at least for a while. – Seriously, why don’t you put the chill on whoever has been taking up all your time, and be my honey again? – I’d like it very much, and maybe if you tried the least bit you’d like it too. I haven’t seen you for five weeks, and that’s a hell of a long time. However, if you don’t want to date me please say so. If you do, then give me a date this coming week end. Well, dinner will wait for no man, so I’ll quit for now. – Right soon, like right now, and please give me a date, or a spanking will be mild beside what you’ll get. Sincerely, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/05332d718d3816b0cee9a29de3a4e87d.jpg 9a7333f663d3cd80e64e6f728871906f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 83-84 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio February 10, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Here it is Tuesday evening already, for which thank goodness. That means it won’t be quite so long until Saturday. – Only three more days to be exact. The weeks really do whiz past, and if it weren’t for the fact that I look forward so to the week ends, I would lose all track of time. There hasn’t been much happening lately. Sunday night I came home (I really had no intention of leaving a date with anyone else) and Tom and Herb came in. We had a bull session until very late. It was an interesting one, we ranged from the war to women. There seems to be general agreement that the war was the lesser of the two evils. – Ha! Monday I was really up early. The moon was still out, and it was very very dark. However, I managed to get started in time for school, and then I discovered that I had a flat tire. – Yes, I was late for school again. I felt real crazy all day, and while my kids may have learned something, I’ll bet it wasn’t history. Last night Tom tried to win back the seventy five cents I won from him Friday shooting pool, but I added another quarter to my collection. Today, was one of those dull mediocre days. We had snow this morning, slush at noon, and rain this afternoon. Heaven only knows what it will be like tonight, but I don’t think I’ll find out, I think I’ll stay home. Tomorrow afternoon I’ve got a meeting with this curriculum study group in at the County office; and Friday is our last regularly scheduled basketball game of the year. Also Friday I get to eat that steak I won from Goebbel. – I think I told you about it. Honey, what about you? Have you been on your good behavior? Are you still on a liquid diet? Did you get to Crestline in time for your “meeting”? You know when I stop and think about it maybe I acted like a heel this last week end. Anyway, I had a good time, and I only hope you did darling; but I’m afraid you really didn’t. I’ll try and make it up for you this coming week end – that is if I can still see you. Can I? If so I’ll come up or you come down, it doesn’t make any difference to me. Only, if the weather is bad and you want me to come up, I may come on the train. Well sweetness, I guess I’ll quit for now. Write to me, and think about me, and darn it I really wish you’d start loving me. You can’t imagine how hard it is not to be sure of you. It’s an awful feeling to be put off continually. I still wish you’d let me get you a ring for your birthday. Why don’t you? Write to me honey and at least make an effort to love me, because I want you and will give you always – All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/488849b6ae4ae3fc0ee75fa820f99ae3.jpg 7f9fc7431b6e79b60263ba4c4c5f0150 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 87 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio February 12, 1942 Thursday Afternoon Dear Evelyn, I am a busy man honey! Yesterday for no very good reason I worked very hard at school and last night I played bridge with the Andersons. – Bob & June are both a little peeved at Audrey and Bruce. It seems as though they couldn’t get rid of them the other night. June and I played Bob &Tom, and we really beat them. It was terrific. Today was another busy school day, and tonight I’ve got to represent the Grove City Faculty at the Franklin County Honor Society Banquet. – Curses! As a matter of fact, one of “my boys” is down stairs reading, and waiting on me. Tomorrow night is our basketball game, and Monday is the night I talk to the Hi-Y. – Oh me! About the only other news is that Tom is mad at the army because they won’t make him a general, and so he’s going to wait until they draft him. Honey, I’m looking forward to a real nice week end this week end with you. You plan it to suit you and I know it will suit me. There’s just one thing though, I’m warning you now that – what with it being Valentine’s Day and everything. I’m definitely going to be in the mood for love. – Do you mind? Speaking of love, I know it probably sounds trite, and very much like a broken record for me to keep telling you that I love you, but I do, and I do wish you loved me too. It would be the answer to all my dreams. Sweetheart, I’ll be up Saturday afternoon – unless I hear otherwise from you. – I’ll drive up unless the weather is real bad, and I’ll get there around five thirty. If the weather gets bad, I’ll take the three o’clock train out of Columbus. But more than likely I’ll drive. So, in the meantime be good, and be prepared – because I warned you, and love me. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a81b6ae2f639da6a4f3b2fe208ac2568.jpg 4a471ae0ba8c80162d79801586fc28bd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 90 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio February 17, 1942 Tuesday Evening Dear Evelyn, Well, I got home safe and sound around eight-thirty Sunday evening. I drove home in a daze frankly, and all I thought about all the way home was you and how wonderful you are, and what a swell week-end we had. You are a darling – or have I told you that. Yesterday was blue Monday with a vengeance. It was a dull gloomy day; my mind was in Crestline; my kids weren’t any more interested in school than I was. However, I managed to struggle through the day somehow, and then last night I talked to the Hi-Y boys. If I’m not careful I’m going to have that organization placed under my name too capable direction. I drove home after the meeting, and it was terrifically foggy in spots. But I “flew by instruments,” and “came home on the beam.” This morning I over slept a little and didn’t have time for breakfast. Consequently, I got another headache, which I still have. I’m convinced now that not eating breakfast is what causes them for me on Saturdays, so I won’t do that anymore. Also I wore my new socks today, and they fit! I showed them to everybody. Pete immediately started a campaign to get Betty to knit him some just like mine. They’re all right! Tonight after school Peter had a practice game against Commercial Point, and I have never seen a worse team in my life than we were. I finally got so disgusted I came home. If we could play one of your gym classes we might have a chance of winning a game in the tournament, but the way it is now we couldn’t beat a carpet. Honey, I’m looking forward to Saturday, but Mom suggested that we postpone our party for another week or so. However, I still want you to come out Saturday afternoon. Things don’t look too bad now. It’s your birthday celebration sweetness, so whatever you want to do – we’ll do. Write and tell me what it is, and we’ll plan it. Dearest, let’s never have any other kind of a date than we had this last week end. – Not that every date we have isn’t fine, but to me, last week – end was super. I love you more all the time. I’m afraid you’re doomed to have me around forever – that is unless you take a club and drive me off. Write to me darling and if there is anything more that I can give you then all my love I’ll be offering, and hoping that maybe you love me just the tiniest bit in return. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d684499e75631528a890793db5540e7d.jpg 58f1a04a40e42c3fb71454297c36634b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 93 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio February 24, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, Today is a very bad day. All day long I have been grading papers and getting grades ready for my little dears. Then tonight I came home and figured out my monthly bills. – All I can say is “my, my!” I got home safely Sunday night, and I hope you did too honey. I stopped at Tom’s, and he was at Betty’s so I came on home, listened to the radio; and after while Tom came out. We talked awhile, listened to Sherlock Holmes, then he went home and I went to bed. Last night, we fooled around – listened to the president, and talked to a fellow by the name of Jack McGrath. – He’s what you could call a “character.” Yesterday afternoon, we had a teachers’ meeting; and I got a lot of people mad at me, and was appointed to head a survey committee to propose means for handling disciplinary problems. Imagine me a disciplinarian! Also Toms’ dad got a whole column write up in Mondays’ Journal. It’s in Karl Pauly’s column on the editorial page. Tonight I think I’ll mail this and then get to bed early for a change. Tomorrow, I’ll finish with my grading, and I think tomorrow night we’ll play bridge at Andersons. Thursday night is the Operetta, and Friday is the tournament. Pete’s boys are engaged in setting up their strategy and it’s really something. – They’re going to use Groveport’s defense against Groveport. How’s that for being tricky? I hope it works. Then after Friday comes Saturday again. – The next to the best day in the week. (Sunday of course is my favorite!) Darling, I think George will be home this week end, and if he is I imagine we’ll see him too if we play poker Saturday. – I hope we have a tournament to go to Saturday nite for part of the evening however. But more than anything else, I just want to see my honey. - You still are my honey aren’t you sweetness? Darling, I expect if you are to get this letter tomorrow I’d better mail it right away, so be a good girl, and write to me, and honey please love me. I think I love you almost enough for us both, but one sided love isn’t a very good thing. So darling try and love me too. – Please? All My Love – Always, Dick P.S. In case I didn’t give it to you sooner, my phone number is University 4901. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a6ae9a7307007150871c0666429b4297.jpg f2f1516ed966db3e6420301c314e7e5a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 96-97 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio February 26, 1942 Hi Sweetness, It’s Thursday already! Saturday will be here before we know it. I’m awfully glad you’re going to see me Saturday, I don’t know what I’d ever do with out you on week-ends. – You know honey with all those Japanese attacks on the Pacific Coast, and the possibility of an invasion of the West this summer, I think you had better stay home and take care of me. (Ha!) Yes, I know you said you could just hear me saying that. But darn it, I’d be like the lost sheep without you around. If you want to do something different this summer, why don’t you marry me? I’ll bet I could be awfully interesting! This week has been like all weeks – except that there has been more confusion than there usually is. Sometime I’m going to grade my papers early and have my grades all ready to average when the six weeks period ends. Now if you were around all the time to help me grade them, I’d probably get them done. Plus grading papers, we’ve had kids out for operetta practice, basketball practice, a moving picture, the operetta, and gosh only knows what else. Sometimes I don’t think I’m very progressive. Last night Tom and I saw June Swift a minute in Hennicks and found out that George is coming in for sure this weekend. After that, we went up to the Andersons’ for a little game of Bridge. Tom & I beat them. Bob still wants me to buy a Ford, and I might do it if a real bargain comes along and I can get rid of Shasta. Everyone – including me, darling – is glad you’re coming down Saturday. Bob said as lucky as you are he didn’t think you’d miss a good poker game. I told him that was the only reason you are coming down. Tonight I think I’ll stay home and read Random Harvest by James Hilton. It’s one of these books I guess I should read but haven’t done so. Tomorrow night is the tournament and I guess Tom & Bob are both going. I imagine if we win everybody will go up Saturday too. Saturday morning I think I’ll go job hunting. I think I’ll go up to the Appointments office, out to Dr. Lansitels’ and down to the Columbus Board of Education. Then comes Saturday afternoon which must be spent getting ready to see my love. Saturday evening, WOW! Honey, I’ll be up about a quarter of six – and I’ll really be there then. Whether we go to the tournament or not let’s eat out. If you have any other ideas let me know by card, or if you set a different time in your letter we’ll go by it. – That is if I rate another letter – If you’re in town Saturday & want me to meet you, call me or write or something. Darling I could write from now on, but I’ll save it and talk an arm off Sat. – Love me & take All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/074e73c4b6ee52e6aff6949e53787bdd.jpg 050a86384b695a58ae3ce1ca9ada35fe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 99-100 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio April 7, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Here it is Tuesday, and I have completed two days of another week, while you, you lucky stiff have but lazed away through one. Darling, I don’t mind the teaching, but I surely would have liked at least another day with you. Time flies, life is never dull when we’re together. What did you do yesterday, honey? Did you wash your car? Did you get to your Aunts’? Did you finish your book review? I thought about you all during that perfect spring day; and wished we were together no matter what we were doing. We still haven’t had that ice cream cone yet, and we’ll have to do that. Nothing has happened since I saw you. I didn’t even miss the little bit of last sleep, and went to school fresh as a daisy. All the teachers wondered whether I played golf. – They all went fishing. Last night after school was teachers’ meeting - which was like all teachers’ meetings. Sometimes I think teachers are a little on the dull side. (Girls physical ed. teachers excepted.) I worked on that test all last evening and finally got it completed. The girls ran it off on the mimeograph today. Bob called and wanted me to play cards, but I had too much work to do. He said he didn’t have you a convertible yet, but he’s working on it. – I still think you ought to save your money for furniture, but maybe you don’t like that idea. Today was just another day: I put grades on the grade sheets, and played softball with one of Pete’s gym classes. I’m sure not in very good shape. Running around those bases got me. Also Shasta had a flat tire, which I “let” a couple of my boys fix for me. I don’t know what I’ll do tonight or the rest of the week. Probably read and work on the article Delno and I are writing. Saturday I’ll go job hunting as you have requested. I know I ought to sweetheart. All the time, though, you can be darned sure I’ll be missing you. Truly, I don’t know what I’ll do this week end without you. I tell you lots of times that I love you, and it’s always been true, but there are so many different ways I love you. You’re not only my sweetheart, but - even deglamorized - you’re my best friend. I love you because I know you, because – oh darn it just because I feel, as I’ve always felt, that we belong to one another. We’ve got something pretty solid behind us, we’re just Evelyn and Dick. I don’t know that I can tell you why I want you to take my fraternity pin. Perhaps it’s because I’m still childlike enough to want the world to know that you’re my girl. Maybe it’s what the psychologists call “masculine possessiveness.” Probably though darling it’s just that I want to tie some strings to you. I guess I want to feel surer of you. – I want to make us last. After all dearest, you know you’ve got me. You know that I love you, but you’ve never directly said those three little words to me. I want you to love me. If you do love me I want to know it, and I guess I want the world to know it too. The way things are now I’m not only not sure of you, but I‘m not sure you won’t suddenly decide to just throw me overboard altogether. If you do love me I’d think you’d want me to give you my pin, or a ring, or something. It’s really a small thing to ask after all – if you love me. If you don’t then I imagine it’s time I found it out. Also, if you don’t love me by this time I’m pretty sure you never will, and I might as well start preparing myself for an old age – alone. I know this is a peculiar letter, but it’s an honest one, and I think it’s pretty vital that we take inventory of our feelings. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d8a6021b21b0dbc86c295a87f12d7182.jpg 5ccd9124590082bd9637b216d01730ae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 102 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio April 9, 1942 Dear Evelyn, It’s Thursday already. Ordinarily I would greet those words with shouts of great joy, but since you’re not coming down, it might just as well be Monday again. I don’t know what it is, perhaps it’s the lousy weather, but I’ve been awfully gloomy all week I wish you were around to cheer me up. I haven’t done anything worth even talking about: Tuesday night I stayed home and slept, read, and listened to the radio intermittently. Last night I went up to the Anderson’s and won a Gin Rummie game. June baked us some Toule house cookies. They were wonderful. If you don’t already have a recipe for them you’ll have to get one someplace. I told June to give you hers. I got a letter from Tom today, and he tells me that he doesn’t like it, that he has already lost eight pounds, and that he cares a lot more for Betty than he thought he did when he left. Imagine how I’d feel being that far away from you. I’m sure glad I didn’t get that job out there. Tonight I’m going to read, tomorrow night I think I’ll go to that dance out at school, Saturday morning I am going job hunting, and heaven only knows what I’ll do after that. One thing I’m sure of is that I’ll be wishing you were along with me, and I will miss you –plenty. School has been about as always. The grades came out yesterday, and I didn’t have as many complaints as I expected, although I did have one parent call just as I was starting to read your letter last evening. I gave my scholarship test and picked my team. We had a music assembly this afternoon that was pretty good, our band is in the state contest. Last night after school, Pete and I went over and looked at some of the horses. Harry Wiener, the Jew I was telling you about, had a two year old that is full sister to Discovery –one of the best horses of all time. Well darling, I expect I’d better close for now. Have a good time in Cleveland (you’d better after deserting me.) Don’t do very much “experimenting” with other fellows this week-end. Personally I’ve quit experimenting – almost. Write to me real soon, and sweetness please decide in favor of taking my pin next week end. I want you to want me, and if you don’t by this time – I might as well go find a nice bridge someplace and jump off, because I don’t suppose you ever will love me if you don’t already. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0409b3f7d249f0a67e5103fdc9bdad05.jpg ad974183361e0aa2f7a8facdf04bce62 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 104 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio April, 12, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Today is Sunday, and since I Iast wrote I haven’t done much of anything except read and loaf. Friday night I went to see Kings Row, and was a little disappointed. It was not as good as the book. Saturday morning I made sure that I’d get a date with you next week end by going to see the assistant superintendent of the Columbus schools about a job for next year. He didn’t say he’d give me one, but he didn’t say he wouldn’t either. I imagine that if there are any vacancies I’ll get a crack at one. I then went up and saw Dr. Lansitel, and he told me he would help me get in the Columbus system if I wanted in, and hinted that I might possibly get in State as an instructor. – That isn’t bad, and we could live on that salary, and have a pretty secure future. The rest of the day I read and worked on the article Delno and I are writing. Last night I also stayed home – Saturday night I’ll have you know - and wrote Tom a letter. Today so far I’ve done nothing, and tonight I guess I’ll eat dinner with mom and Bill, and listen to the radio. I don’t have anything in particular planned for this week except that I’ll be looking forward to seeing you. Why can’t we have a date this Friday honey? – Darn it I really am lonesome, and I’m missing you an awful lot. If you were here today we could go for a walk, it’s a pretty nice day, but the old song “It’s a Blue World Without You” is really quite apropos. As far as other news is concerned, there isn’t much except that Murray and Essie are going to have a baby next November. Honey, I wish we’d do something real constructive like that too. I still think that if everything works out all right you and I ought to get married this coming winter, and darling please want to! If I’d lose you, I’d just as soon the army would get me. You’re the center of every castle in the air I’m building, and you’re the motivating force for what little bit of constructive work I’m doing. I know I’ve been over everything about us before, and you’ve heard everything I’ve got to say, but I‘ve got a singularly one track mind where you’re concerned, and I want you to want me as much as I want you. So darling, I’ll be asking you again this coming week end to take my pin, to have it mean everything until I can get you a ring, and to get that ring as soon as is humanly possible. I’m not talking any more about that just to be talking, I think that we’ll be in a reasonably good position to get married next winter, and I know we will be a year from now; so please dearest, take this pretty seriously, and oh darling love me and want me the way I want you. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/077b85fd7aa9666c42d7bf2eb7c8164e.jpg eb0445baffd13c6dc5dc660091740ce0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 106 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio April 15, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Sorry I didn’t write yesterday, but for some reason or other, I was just tired out. I still am more or less, but I’ve decided it’s just spring fever. – I guess I’ve really got it. - Tonight after school I even felt in the mood for a soda - which I made myself. – It had everything on it except nuts. I really cost Dale money when I make anything. I haven’t done much of anything since I talked to you Sunday – which incidentally did me a lot of good. – Monday, Tuesday, and today I’ve had school as usual. Yesterday I played softball with one of Pete’s gym classes again, and I’m not quite as stiff as I was the other day. Maybe eventually I can get in shape. I’ve got to be in shape before you start giving me those setting up exercises. Monday night I went up to Anderson’s for the usual gin rummie game, and - can you imagine? – June won! They are in favor of doing something with us either Saturday or Sunday – or both. Perhaps a golf game Sunday. How about it? Bob still doesn’t have that convertible for you, but he says that sooner or later he will. Last night I read and listened to the radio. – I’m getting to be quite a homebody anymore honey. I’m reading The Call of the Trumpet, it’s a novel about the invasion of Holland. Tonight and tomorrow night I don’t know what I’m going to do. Mom & I are going to eat at the Dutch Tavern tonight, and I may either go up to Anderson’s again or out to Murray’s. Tomorrow night I’ll more than likely stay home. After tomorrow comes Friday and I get to see my girl after her too long absence. Darling I wish it was Friday too, right now. I’m not going to give you another sales talk about taking my pin. You know how I feel, and you know all the reasons why I want you to take it – So it’s up to you. But I’ll be asking Friday sweetheart – that’s a threat. If it’s O.K. I’ll be up about eight o’clock Friday evening. Whatever you want to do is O.K. by me, but if it’s still this nice let’s not just sit in the house. If the weather changes – I don’t care what we do. – I don’t really care anyway as long as we’re together. So I’ll see you Friday and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that you will take my pin. Until then and always, All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c63b5c63af21ad07e3163c3c4816a106.jpg 4c87171602f75b7a40d98c98e5bc23da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 108 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus Ohio April 21, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, It’s Tuesday already, and soon another week end will be coming around. How I wish it was here! I haven’t really done anything so far this week: Sunday night I drove home in a kind of happy daze. I couldn’t think of anything except what a wonderful time we’d had all week end. Monday morning was school again, and I was very absent minded; I didn’t even remember what I had assigned a couple of my classes. After school we had a teacher’s meeting and found out that we’re going to have more school than we thought we’d have. - That Griffith is crazier than a bed-bug. I guess we won’t finally finish until about the 22 of May; although we won’t have classes all of that time. Last night I went over to the Montgomery’s for a while. Essie is feeling better and says that she wants to have us over for dinner as soon as possible. Also, I saw those pictures in Life of the Tulsa schools. They must really be O.K. However, I’m glad I’m here. I don’t know how I would have gotten along with out you all that time. I haven’t done anything today that is even worthy of comment. Tonight I may go up to the Anderson’s, but I’m not sure. – It’s a good night for the radio – Fibber McGee, Bob Hope, and Red Skelton are all on. I don’t have any plans for the rest of the week either, but I’m hoping to hear that I have dates with my girl Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Do you think it can be arranged? Honest honey I’ll go home early Friday if you want me to. As to what we’ll do over the week end – that ought to be up to you darlingest. So you decide and let me know what we’re going to be doing. As long as we’re together – that’s all that matters to me. Sweetness, I still don’t understand what you mean when you say that we’re far apart in our wants and our likes and dislikes. Personally, I think we’re very close together. If you think I want a life filled to overflowing with social activities you’re “off the beam.” I want some friends. I want us to go out occasionally. I want you to be happy and to go whenever and wherever you want, because I don’t want you to ever get bored with me. But I also want a life filled with just you and I, and maybe a couple of kids. I want us to be able to close our door occasionally and tell the rest of the world to go to hell. But chiefly darling, I just want us to love each other and be as happy together as we have been. – How about you? All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/20522500f8f4b37f912b25e24dffcde1.jpg a31e00665f9f71e2e5eb3b92d875f5d8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 110 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio April 23, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Spring has come on in earnest. Today I could really feel the sun on my receptive face. How I longed to just sit in it someplace and doze! I did play ball with Petes’ gym class, but it was all to short. These physical education teachers have an easy life. After school I could tell that spring had come to Grove City. The littlest kids were swinging in the school swings. The bigger ones were riding bikes, casting sheeps’ eyes at one another and eating ice cream cones. The race trackers were idling in the shade, clad in their unmistakable dress. All of those fortunate young matrons were out with their products of the past winter, undoubtedly giving them a little spring sun; all had that triumphant “look what I’ve got” attitude. All in all, I got so excited that I celebrated the new season by getting “Shasta” washed. I haven’t done much since I wrote Tuesday. I never do. Tuesday evening I went up to the Andersons’ and was again invincible at playing gin rummie. We had a couple of bottles of beer, and all in all a very congenial evening. Yesterday I was really mean to some of my students who didn’t know their lesson. I wanted them to remember that we are still having school. Last night I stayed home and mom persuaded me to wash a few windows. I’ve got the rest of them to do sometime Saturday. Today I got a letter from Tom. He says he has lost on an average of eight pounds a week. He must really be a shadow by now. Tonight I’ve got to eat out, but beyond that I don’t know what I’ll do. Also, I put in my bid for our passes to Beulah. Darling I was sorry to hear that you don’t want me to come up Friday. I still can’t see your mothers’ point of view on that subject, and I can’t understand why you need to be kept at home like a little girl. If I thought you didn’t want to see me Friday I’d oblige by not appearing at all. That’s how much difference it makes to me. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t that all I look forward to is seeing you and being together, particularly when there’s no reason why we shouldn’t be. Well honey, unless you relent between now and tomorrow, I guess I’ll see you Saturday. If it’s O.K. I’ll be up about eight O’clock Saturday evening, unless I hear another time from you in (I hope) your letter tomorrow. If you’ve set another time we’ll go by it. Dearest I wish I was with you right now! All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/27b1d80d954ece87e24f2f3b07dfdc01.jpg f69155ff1cba74d412442e34a94b9cb9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 112 -113 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio April 28, 1942 Dear Evelyn, The rain drops warmly and softly on the earth. How I’d love to go walking in it with you! I’m looking out my back window I can almost see the grass grow on what had been a bare sun baked back yard. It thundered! The rain on the windows makes a restful sound. I think I’ll stay home and enjoy it all evening. News as usual is scarce. I got our passes for Beulah yesterday, and the prospect of a couple of winners for opening day, so it looks like we’re “goin’ to the races” for sure. Mr. Griffith even agreed that, since we’re going to work this sugar rationing in shifts, I could work at night and race horses all afternoon. Everyone even Delno Adams is going out Saturday, so it should be fun. I haven’t seen Bob and June since Sunday, but perhaps tomorrow night I’ll go up there. Last night mom had company and so I stayed home and talked to them. I haven’t any plans for the rest of the week, so I probably will stay home and get a letter off to Tom. Incidentally, I noticed in today’s paper that a limited number of men classified as 1 B in the draft are to be inducted and placed where their services are most needed. I hope I’m not included in that “lucky” group. I’ve about decided I don’t want in the army. Roosevelt is going to speak tonight and tell the nation why wages, prices, etc. need to be frozen at their present level, or at some previous level. Personally, I think they should have done that in the first place. It ties in very nicely with the “Clark Theory.” Also it will help you and I, and everyone who has a more or less “fixed income.” Honey, not to change the subject, but if there was anything bothering you Sunday I wish you’d tell me about it so that we can iron it out. I can never discover your moods, your likes and dislikes, etc. unless you tell me about them, and hence I can’t know wherein you want me to change. Personally, if you want to know what I thought about Sunday – here it is: I would much rather have gone some place where there were no people, and just talked and laid around. Perhaps we might have gotten a softball and thrown it around some. I’d have liked to have found some weiners and cooked them over a fire. Also if we had been in a decent place I’d have liked to have looked around a little at whatever scenery there might have been. – Heaven knows there was none where we were. As to the rest of it, I know it sounds silly, but you kind of got me down in the dumps when you said that you just couldn’t wait to get back to Crestline to teach. I guess you must have been bored or something. I didn’t even understand why you didn’t want me to take your hand and bring you over to my side of the car. Damn it honey I love you, and you were going back and I knew I was going to miss you! – That isn’t just a line, I do miss you! Also I’ll admit I got a little peeved because I can’t see you Friday. Every comment I’ve made still goes about that. I don’t understand why we shouldn’t be together then. Although I’m sorry I got sore. Darling, maybe this is a “lecturey” letter, and if it is I’m sorry, but if there is anything bothering you please tell me about it. I sure hope there isn’t though. But regardless, you know you have – All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ae305601a28086951f7f65d56b1cd178.jpg bf99da4c806dcca45c58994d729b6121 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 115 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio April 30, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, As usual – though I admit it this time – I haven’t a thought in my head. I’m almost happy, and I’d be completely happy if only you were with me. I’m hot – perhaps I mean warm – but anyway I’m sweating, and I’m writing this preliminary to taking a shower. I taught school this afternoon in my shirt sleeves, and was still uncomfortable. – But I love it. – The heat I mean. I have been doing about as always: Last night I mowed and raked the yard, and then went over to the Montgomery’s for a while. They’re going to Beulah Saturday too; and if we picnic Sunday they want to go along unless Essie isn’t feeling well. – They’re must be more to having a baby than I thought. Maybe we ought to only have five. But if you want six I think I can arrange it. I haven’t seen the Anderson’s all week. Bob was out of town until yesterday, but I’m going up this evening for a little while. However, I don’t think I want to play gin rummie. I got tired of that game. By the way, I noticed they were talking in Johny Jones’ column about those two lovely girls, and Jones was right for once – at least in the case of you darling. I’m really wishing Saturday was here. I’m trying to get us some winners, and maybe we’ll be all set along that line. At any rate I think I’ll stay out in Grove City tomorrow night and see what information I can get. – That is unless I hear that you’ve changed your mind and will let me come up tomorrow night. Honey there is really a lovely moon this week, and I really hope it’s that way Saturday, and that you feel the same way about moons and soft spring nights, and trees and bushes beginning to bud and bloom as I do. By the way – of course I’m not hinting – but how soon do we fix up the porch swing? Well darlingest I’ll be up Saturday between twelve and twelve fifteen, and I’ll try not to be late, so unless I hear otherwise from you I’ll see you then. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/554922e4a6e943615d51abcd022650cd.jpg 864853955b549106a0be3b1d9fbbcabd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 117 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio May 7, 1942 Dear Evelyn, I am a tired man. What I need right now is a very soft shoulder on which to lay my weary head, and a very gentle arm draped around my neck. This sugar rationing is just about to kill me. I’ve had so many funny things happen that it hasn’t been altogether dull. I had one fellow who couldn’t read or write, and another who not only couldn’t do those essentials, but also didn’t know where he lived, how tall his kids were, or anything else. Biggest family for me so far has been eight – except for the first day. I haven’t been playing the horses much, although I haven’t missed a day so far. However, I’m going to miss today and maybe tomorrow unless this weather clears up. I’m sorry you don’t think you can make the races Saturday honey. I think Saturday will be a good day. However, I’ll be up Saturday evening and darling let’s have just you and I all alone. I don’t care what we do, or whether we do anything, but I just want to be with you. I don’t know whether it’s the spring or what it is, but I’ll swear I get crazier about you all the time. I’ve been too busy to find out anything about getting a cottage for our vacation, but I’ll have more time after today. I want nothing more than the chance to have you all to myself for a week. That will really be heaven. I only wish it were forever. I still think we can make it forever next winter if you’re willing. Sweetness be willing, will you? Well honey, I’m writing this in one of my classes, and I imagine the bell is about ready to ring so I’ll close for now. But Saturday will be here before we know it, and we’ll be together again. Miss me! And I’ll see you Saturday about eight o’clock. Until then & always – All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ffbb4bb34b20d8444454e1d960fe5d6.jpg 4d316290ef882481ec14e299ae705e44 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 119 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio May 12, 1942 Dear Evelyn, It’s Tuesday, which means that Saturday can’t be too far away. It’s warm and pretty outside, I made 60¢ at the racetrack today – my first winning day – and most important of all I got a letter from my honey. All in all it’s been a good day and I’m happy. I haven’t done anything since Sunday except miss you. Last night I wrote Tom a letter and went to bed early. Tonight I think I’ll go over and see Tom’s dad for a little while. I’ve got to get some kind of a job lined up before long. I haven’t gotten my hair cut yet, nor have I washed it, but I think I’ll take care of both of those items tomorrow. There isn’t anything running that I like, so tomorrow is the day for a haircut. Friday we start giving final exams, and I don’t have mine ready yet, so I guess I’ll have to do that sometime this week. Friday also is commencement – oh happy day! And I guess I’ve got to usher. What kind of an usher do you think I’ll make honey? Then after Friday comes Saturday, and with it – my honey! – Darling we’ll simply have to drive that smooth running Ford to Beulah. – I’ll be very careful and try not to ruin the tires and we’ll drive real slow. – I hope! Bob just called and wants me to come over there, so I guess I’ll see Mr. White & then play a little gin rummie. I wish you were going along. Sweetheart, I got to building castles in the air during my study hall today. I could just see that bungalow. It was long and low and white. The grass was green and there were trees. Honey I wish we had it now, and were secure against the future, and could raise at least a couple of kids the way we want to. But mostly I wish we had each other for sure, forever. Then it wouldn’t matter an awful lot to me what kind of a house we would live in, or what the outlook for the future might be. I know that together we’ll get along somehow no matter what happens. I’m sure hoping I’ll be able to get that ring for you this summer, and more than that I’m hoping you’ll take it. Darling, I’ll see you Saturday, and I’ll write again this week and you do the same. Miss me, and love me, and want All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/71ac577f6c2ad8ab46b9785fa800c8b4.jpg 8025cfefb5e53f035b54bd757ab5d318 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 121 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio May 14, 1942 Dear Evelyn, This is my last study hall – Maybe forever – who knows? I thought I’d better write now because there is twilight racing tonight. – My luck is getting better, I’m 20¢ ahead for the week. It’s raining and Lucky Lee is running so it looks like a good day – I hope. – The harder it rains the better. I haven’t done much all week. I went over and saw Mr. White Tuesday night. He’s got some pictures of Tom in uniform. Tom even looks as though he has lost weight. Then I went up to Anderson’s and we talked, played gin rummie, and ate some of Junes’ pie. June was going to write you and ask you to bring down that dress pattern for her to use, Did she? Last night I got a hair cut, mowed the yard, pulled weeds, washed my head and went to bed. I sure am clean now honey, I wish you were here to compliment me on being so smooth. – Ha! Tonight after the races I may just take in a quick movie. – That is if Lucky Lee wins otherwise I’ll go home & go to bed. Tomorrow as I told you is commencement, and Saturday morning I go down to Mr. White’s office to see about a job. Then I’m coming to Sunbury to see a girl and find out whether she would like to take in the races with me or not. I’ll be up around twelve fifteen to find out, and I sure do hope she’ll go. – Seriously darling, I will be up at that time unless I hear differently from you. I’m looking forward to Saturday awfully much sweetness. All My Love – Always Dick P.S. – It quit raining. He might not win. – Lucky Lee I mean. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d89fb385b893295d569fc22585bffb6c.jpg b015bb4047d9b74870ae4e49f90b4b13 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 123 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio May 19, 1942 Dear Evelyn, It’s Tuesday morning and I’m giving my next to last final to about 60 “bright” young students. They all look puzzled, they all would like to cheat, and probably will before they get out of here. Thank God this is the last week for me, I’m slowly getting to be a mere shadow of my former self. Again, there isn’t much news. I went in yesterday to see Mr. White, but I found that he was making a series of speeches and wouldn’t be in the office until Wednesday. Last night I went up to Bob and June’s a little while, but came home early and went to bed. I was tired. Now Bob doesn’t know whether he’ll get his vacation or not. – If we go on this trip – what with all the complications likely to arise – it will be a miracle. I ate dinner in Hennicks’ last night and saw June Swift. She told me that George gets a five day furlough – starting tonight – and that he’s pretty sure this time that he made officers training school. Maybe they’ll be at Beulah Saturday for the big race. Pete applied for a commission in the Navy yesterday in this physical fitness program, and he thinks he stands a good chance of getting it. Before long I really will be the only one left, and if they get me I won’t stand any chance at getting a commission. Honey, the weather looks wonderful. I’m already to wallop you in a golf game Sunday if it stays this way. It won’t be long before we can go swimming, and play tennis, and look for places that are air cooled. Personally I’m all for it, the heck with this cold weather. Well sweetness, I guess I’d better take a look at my children’s papers, - I want you to notice that I didn’t even mention horses in this letter. That’s so you won’t think I’m in love with the horses and that you’re secondary. You’re really first by plenty of lengths darling, and you do have – All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0cba6973f0dd1acd95d6156502894166.jpg b1cde4b4d24bbbd9aba9e3623b967cc7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 125 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio May 26, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Here sits a tired, broken down, temporarily unemployed school teacher, who knows that working at any job cannot be half so hard as finding one. Yesterday I overslept, and felt so bad that I decided the only tonic for me was a trip to the races. I went out and watched Pete lose all of his Saturday winnings and then some. Last night I played gin rummie with Bob and June and lost as usual. I think I must only have had beginners luck the few times I won. Today was another matter however, I was up betimes; bathed, shaved, and generally renovated and job hunting like a fiend. I saw Replogle about a job in the Columbus schools. I then saw your friend Riegel and took one of his application blanks which I shall fill out at my leisure. – I’ll probably have plenty of it for awhile – so I should get the thing filled out. After that was taken care of, I made the rounds for summer employment and filled out an astounding number of application blanks. Maybe I’ll hear from some of them – I hope. I sure wish Mr. White would get back soon and would take care of me. This business of pounding the sidewalk looking for a job is not in my line. – It’s hard on my feet. I’ve got no plans for the rest of this week. I suppose I should go over to Murray’s one night before he leaves. I know I’ve got to do some spading for mom. She’s going to plant flowers. I mowed the lawn yesterday after the races. – Speaking of the races reminds me – I just might go a couple of times more this week. Primarily because I don’t have much else to do. I know I’ll sure be glad when your commencement is over and you’ll be home. Honey, if you’re going to look for a job – the sooner the better, because finding them is going to be tough. – I know! By the way did you get back on time Sunday? I sure hope so. I’m probably a heel for making you bring me back, but at least there isn’t much rubber in me. – Get it? – I didn’t care too much for that one either. Well, “Daisy June,” I know your manifold activities are making you almost too busy to read this, so I’ll write again later this week. – Please don’t be too busy to write me. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6bc80b6b2b9e10127f304335a33e46be.jpg d0cff433e7dc16a1fd792a0aa500dce9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 127-128 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio May 28, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Pardon any slang you may read in this letter as I am only now finishing a book of Damon Runyon’s short stories. – Runyon being such a guy as writes only in the vernacular and the vernacular he uses is considered very slangy indeed. He writes about mobsters, and dead beats, kidnappers and bookies, tarts and card sharps, and beautiful dolls. But of all the dolls he writes about none of them it seems are as gorgeous as you probably look with your P.T.A. Corsage – I often think that if I ever get in the chips I will buy you a corsage myself, because I am a guy who by no means wishes to be showed up by the P.T.A. Yesterday about noon I got up. – I do not get up earlier because I am very tired from my exertions of the day before, when I get the brush off from all the employment offices in town; spade mom a flower garden; help with putting in some shrubbery in front of the house; write my doll a letter, and lose again at gin rummie with the Andersons’ – This gin rummie appears to get more difficult the more you play, and I am beginning to tell myself that it must be largely a matter of luck, and that my luck at cards is no good anymore, and that maybe there is something to the old lucky at love, unlucky at cards saying. – Anyways I get up about noon and say to myself that maybe I ought to wander out to Grove City just to see how everybody is getting along, and having not the slightest intention of going near the race track, because naturally a race track is bad for morals, and I am, as you know a man of great moral scruples. – Anyway I am only the possessor of a buck, and as anyone knows a man only holding a buck should better stay away from the ponies, because a buck – without another to match it, is about as useless as a deck of cards to a man with no hands. However, by quite a coincidence, who do I run into but my old friend J. Ellswoth Trego, and by some quirk of fate where is he going but to the races. Naturally, not having seen him since Monday what can I do but go with him? – Still, however not to bet on the ponies, but only to absorb some fresh air, and talk over old times. I am so uninterested in the bangtails that I do not even buy a program, but decide to wait and eat some popcorn and generally just fool around. However who should come along but the Mayor of the burg, and wishing to remain on good terms with him at all times I greet him with a hearty hello. He is jovial, and so is his nephew – who – a couple of years ago does quite a bit of punting for our football team. Anyway, his nephew has a Racing Form, and so I naturally feel called upon to squint at it. – Only of course from an intellectual point of view, because as I already state I have no intention of parting with my lone ace just to play a bangtail. But, it seems that there is a horse running by the name of Anthony’s girl, who cannot get beat even if she falls down, and so I promote J. Ellsworth – who also has no intention of playing the bangtails – into splitting a bet on this filly to win. She does by as far as from here to the Rocky Mountains, and we are feeling quite good, and deciding that maybe after all this is our day. So – only in order to try our luck – we go for a horse called Fry Flight – who also breaks on top and improves his position. We play a couple of more times and come home, and my ace is stretched into a ten spot, and I am feeling very good indeed. Especially as I am told by a couple of guys who should know that False Card and Bobbys’ Son – who is no son at all, but older than I am – are going to win today. Naturally, with a couple of hot cookies like those running, and with my new ten spot, and with pay day today, what can I do but go out and eat some more popcorn, and get some more fresh air? Well “Daisy June,” here’s hoping this tale does not bore you, as I know I am not the sharpest guy in the world at telling the tale but I feel that I ought to let you in on my windfall. Saturday, unless you give me the old one two in the meantime, I will be up about twelve thirty, and we can decide what to cook up for the day. Personally, being as well heeled as I ought to be, I am for hitting the high spots – at least a show – and maybe racing a few horses in the afternoon. – Anyway I’ll be seeing you and we’ll scratch up something to do. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c5a8bd7191b6ade19a158d05c34ea359.jpg 5f5c0c2c59e2dae190e607301d75d55e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 130 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio June 24, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, How natural it seems to be writing you again, and yet how unsatisfactory compared to actually seeing you and being with you! Personally, I wish we were rich enough to let all jobs go to the devil, and first concentrate on being in love, and being together. Perhaps though, by working this summer we can hasten the time when we will be together forever and ever. At least that’s the only reason I’m working as hard as I am, and I am really working pretty had darling: Monday night I got home at about seven o’clock, ate, took a bath and went right to bed. I drove a delivery truck all Monday afternoon and maybe shouldn’t have been tired, but I was. Tuesday I really worked hard. It seemed as though I played around with all the ten gallon cans in the world. Then yesterday afternoon I had a very messy job and wound up getting off at seven. Then to top it off my car wouldn’t start. When I finally ate, mom wasn’t home, and it was ten o’clock when I finished. – Needless to say I went home and to bed once again. This morning and all day in fact, I worked no harder than necessary, and got off around five o’clock. It’s about six thirty and here I am dressed and bathed and waiting for dinner. – Truly a life of ease – don’t you think? Mom broke down and baked apple pie so I’m really ready to eat anytime now. Tonight I’m going up to Bob’s for a little while and then – back to the old grind again in the morning. The discouraging part about it all is that I’ve got three more days approximately like the three that have just passed by before I get to see you again. Darlingest, I miss you and wish you didn’t work at night. I sure hope you get by without being put on the shift that works all night. That would worry me plenty. Sweetness, there ought to be a pretty decent kind of a moon this Saturday and Sunday. Personally, I sure hope it doesn’t rain or anything like that. I don’t want our week end spoiled. Whatever you want to do Saturday is O.K. by me. I’ll be up as soon as I can possibly get there. Here’s hoping it won’t be nine fifteen like it was before. Well honey, you said that you were only going to write me a short note, so I won’t “bother” to devote any more to telling you how much I love you and why, but you know that now – more than ever you have – All My Love – Always, Dick P.S. Do I have yours? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bff9faeddb0ea96ada5e61321fad0252.jpg 7e7be169b759b4b7a49e6317fd3aead5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 132 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio July 8, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, Behold you have an invalid for a boy friend! Don’t be alarmed darling, it was nothing that a bottle of Pluto Water couldn’t cure! I felt like the devil yesterday all day. As the ad for Carters’ Pills says “I felt dull, dizzy and heartachey,” so I decide that since I was going to take a day off anyway it might as well be today so that I could get straightened out and find out about the army. I did both, Pluto Water isn’t the most enticing beverage I ever drank, but it’s surely effective. Also, after finding out about the army I decided to go to Grove City and find out about my sore jaw. Doc. fooled around in my mouth for awhile and then gave me the news that I have a wisdom tooth that has got to be pulled, and he said right away. – Now for the army. They told me that I would be taken almost for sure. However, they thought that it would not be in August. Their August quota calls for ten 1 B’s, and my order number was high enough – they thought – to keep me out of the August call. Beyond that, they could give me no information, so it may be in September, or for all we know, it may not be until Christmas. However, darling, I guess that I will be taken sometime this coming winter or fall. I’m not the least bit patriotic. Frankly, all I really want is to be left alone in order that you and I can carry out our plans for the future. I want us to get married, and have a comfortable income, and a nice little home, and nice friends, and a couple of kids running around to keep us young. I hope that my going into the army will do no more than postpone our plans and dreams. And, sweetheart, somehow or other I’ve got enough confidence in us, and in our love to feel that no matter how long it may take to get this damned war over with we’ll have all the happiness we’ve looked forward to as soon as it’s over. Darling, I imagine you thought I was kind of dopey Sunday, but the truth of the matter was I was still very tired, and I didn’t feel too hot then either. However, that doesn’t happen very often, and I’ll guarantee to make up for it the next time we’re together – which I hope will be this week end. – I’m pretty lonesome right now, and somehow I can’t imagine anything more ghastly than missing a weekend with you. However, please note, I’m not saying “don’t go,” I’m just subtlety hinting. Well sweetheart, I’ll be seeing you. Love me, and write to me, and miss me. All My Love, Always, Dick P.S. – I found out about Evelyn St. Claires job at Girard. She’s going to try and keep it, but doesn’t think she’ll be able to, she says she got $1,750 there this last year, and she’s had just one more year experience than you. At those prices, and with me in the army, I’d investigate. You could save us a lot of money on a salary like that, and a soldiers pay won’t buy much furniture. - The Supts’ name is Moore. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/640f9278e91cfb2eeb668f40f3b209af.jpg 96f49b07a2d88d2d26c0f1e2404f960d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 135 -136 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio July 23, 1942 Wed. Evening Dearest Evelyn, Sweetheart, I still need sympathy. I’m all bruised and battered and cut up, and tired. I’ve worked thirty three hours since Monday morning, and I’ll probably work nearly that many more before Saturday. If I last another month on this job it will be only because I want to continue to measure up in your eyes. Every day I think about quitting, and yet somehow I keep going. Largely I think because I don’t want you to get the idea that anything can ever get me down enough to make me quit. – You are a good influence darling. Incidentally, unless we have a snow storm I’ll probably have to work this Sunday too, so be prepared for it, and if I should escape it by some miracle then we can be thankful. However, whether, I work or not, we’re going to stay out just as late as we want to Saturday night, because I agree that we do have an awful lot to celebrate. I’ll make it a point to get off early Saturday and I’ll do my darndest to be after you by six or six thirty. But darling, if anything should happen that I couldn’t get away early – please understand, and don’t be mad at me. Honey, I have been lonesome for you all week – truly! For some reason whenever I think of you it makes me feel so proud and happy that something wells up in me and a great lump rises in my throat. I don’t know what causes us to be as we are, but I do know that we belong to one another. I have no doubts about either of us, and somehow I’m sure that it’s forever and ever. Words, at least my vocabulary, are too limited to adequately express “us.” All I know is that I want you always close to me, and that I do miss you tremendously, and that if love is the closest thing to us then you have all my love – Always and Always, Dick P.S. Bob just stopped around and suggested that we see them Saturday evening and go out, so – if that meets with your approval – we will. Well darling its ten o’clock, so good night, and dream about me. Thursday Evening: Honey disregard what I said about working Sunday. I quit this afternoon, so naturally I won’t be working Sunday. The reason darling, had nothing to do with my willingness to work, but they started a night shift yesterday from 7:P.M. to 7AM., and they wanted me to work permanently – every night in the bunker – where it’s 20° below. Don’t be too disgusted. I’ll go job hunting tomorrow again, but I wouldn’t work in that cold place permanently any time, let above all night. So, I’ll see you Saturday at 6:00, and we can do something Sunday. If I were invited to stay all night Saturday night I’d accept. Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/187aba96a68f2a6267106be078d870ca.jpg fbdf38904fd185d69cd62b9273307cda Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 138 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio July 29, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, Excuse the pencil honey, but mom used my pen last, and life is too short to worry over where she puts things. If this letter sounds dopier than usual put it down to the fact that I just had a little nap, and haven’t yet gotten clear awake. I haven’t done a thing since I saw you Sunday except stand around on my new job. Some of those guys down there call it work, but I feel like I’m on vacation. It’s just like the bridge painting job I had, only there isn’t any nice cool bridge to sleep under. Also, I must say I’m loafing in good company: Besides my superintendent there are two other superintendents, and a good round number of school principals, plus a varied assortment of teachers running around. Then too, a couple of the boys who quit at Telling’s before I did are out there. And I ran into an old friend by the name of Ollie Haskins, who has worked himself up – how I don’t know, knowing him - to be Assistant Chief of Warehouses. He said if I wanted to work from two thirty till eleven he’d give me a job at 85¢ an hour, and all I’d need to do would be follow him around. I declined with thanks. However, I guess when they get really busy you do have to work overtime, and unless I’m pretty lucky, I’ll have to work some Sunday’s. – But maybe I’ll be lucky. Darling, there’s something I’ve been wondering about, and that is what you meant Sunday when you talked about my kidding you. Whatever was bothering you, forget it. Just because I told you a little white lie about my going to the bookies doesn’t mean that I make a habit of it. And I’ve never fibbed to you about anything important. There’s one thing I know is no kidding, and that is that I love you more and more all the time, and that I miss you, and wish that we could be together more than we get to, I sure hope you don’t have to work any more on that night shift I also hope I get to see you sometime this week end. Have you decided yet how you’re going to work it about meeting Rita, and going to the wedding etc? Sweetheart, if you can, please try and work me in some place in your plans for the weekend. I’m lonesome now. – What will I be by the time I see you if it isn’t soon? Well honey, I haven’t eaten yet, so – love me – and want All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/137e50f97266032c2339caa9ab50d718.jpg 0077171709c516a39ada2bf5fe202e3b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 140-141 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio August 5, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, I’m in one of my hyper – critical moods tonight. But don’t be alarmed darling, you’re about the only bright spot in my horizon. The whole thing is my lack of satisfaction with the war effort of England and the U.S. It seems to me that we’re bungling so much, that we’re too complacent, that our leaders are fools. I’m terribly afraid that we might be forced into a negotiated peace – at best. And I have a hunch that we might actually lose the war outright. Russia is on her last legs. India is ripe for complete revolt from the British. American forces in Australia are still by all accounts pitifully weak, two weak to resist a really first class Japanese invasion. The Japanese actually are within striking distance of our West Coast by reason of their occupation of the Aleutians. Our merchant ships are being sunk daily within direct view of our own coast line. So many ships have been sunk that it is more nearly impossible to open a second front in Europe than it was six months ago. – We can’t get adequate supplies across the ocean, I don’t claim to know the solution to the problems involved, but unless someone discovers them before long our world will be turned upside down for us, forever. I know this sort of letter sounds like a campaign speech, or at least a group of tobacco chewing, whittling old fogies out in front of the village store, but I had to let off steam to someone, and – you might as well get used to all of me, dear. Nothing of great moment has happened since I saw you Sunday. I was with Tom last night and Monday night. We didn’t do an awful lot except talk. Monday we played a rubber of bridge with Bob & June, and – no doubt because of the strength of the drinks Bob was mixing – we gave that up for an old fashioned bull session. The chief subject seemed to be whether or not a soldier should get married who faced the prospect of going overseas within a few months. I didn’t think he should, but I sure picked up some good arguments to present in case that eventuality should even arise. Last night we just fooled around. – Went up to Toms’ cousin Don’s for a little while, and then ate a couple of tremendous sundaes at the Dutch chocolate shop. Betty Geraw is coming in tonight about 8:30 or 9:00, but Tom didn’t know whether she would stay over tomorrow night or not, and by the time he finds out it’ll be too late to wire you at Nestle’s, and it would cost me a small fortune to have it sent to your house. I sure wish you still had a phone. If she’s going to stay, I may still think of a way to let you know in time to get off, but right now I’m stumped. So, honey, I guess I’ll have to adopt your point of view that we ought to leave them alone anyway, and content myself with the knowledge that Saturday is drawing nearer and nearer. Sweetness, I should have some money by then, so why don’t we go out for dinner, and to the show or something? Mrs. Miniver is being held over. We could also go to the ball game, but if we did we wouldn’t have time to eat, and I don’t want you to lose anymore weight. Because of the tire situation, it seems to me that either you ought to stay all night here, or else I should stay up, but it’s way past your turn to stay down, so – if you can – you’re invited. Well darling, I guess I’d better sign off for now, and oh sweetheart I do miss you and count the days between our being together, and just saying that I love you is so far from the mark that I wish somebody would invent some new words to describe my feelings. Since they haven’t however, you know that you do have All My Love – Always Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/60913e4b21c0719aa4cddb75e7953356.jpg 8a8f08ae7148178335e762b331edb810 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 143 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio September 16, 1942 Dear Evelyn, I may as well duplicate your feat and write you during my study hall too. Darling, life is very dull so far this week. Monday & last night both I stayed home and worked in the yard and on a defense for Friday night. – All of this after extremely busy days at school. Tonight we are going to practice under the lights after supper, so I think I’ll go on over and watch the horses gallop this afternoon after school. I think I am going to be able to see all of Ohio State’s games for nothing this fall, but I’m not sure yet, so keep your fingers crossed. – Maybe this coaching will have some advantages at that. – Also the Hilliards Supt. would not hold still for us changing the game to Grove City, so it will probably be played on a Friday afternoon two weeks from Friday. - So you can help me scout a game that Friday night if you want to, or we can do something else – maybe – huh? Also, do you think we could go to the races Saturday? – I sort of think we ought to “take them in.” – So unless I hear otherwise from you I’ll be up after you about twelve thirty Saturday. – O.K.? By the way, Bob has enlisted in the army. Although he probably won’t leave until November. He isn’t in town so far this week, so I haven’t been able to do anything about getting you the money for that check. – He’s in Springfield working in Bruce’s place. – Bruce is sick June said. But as soon a Bob gets back, I’ll get on him and have him get you that money. Well honey, wish us luck Friday night. We’re pretty well set for our opening game, and if our boys don’t get hurt we may play a good game, and might even win. I wish you were coming down to see it. I’d feel better with you consoling me – if we lose. Write, and miss me, and want All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/546bc703e75b5d7ea8e3d9423016e291.jpg 5a2af730f593f0083638408ac65e2898 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 145 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio September 20, 1942 (Note: Seems to be missing a page) Study hall, and a particularly noisy one at that. – Maybe it’s a good thing the army is going to get me. – This lunch is getting on my nerves today. – I guess I’m having a bad day although perhaps I’ve got one coming after the wonderful week end we had together. I was almost late for school this morning, I was late getting back from lunch, and Griffith was taking my class, and I was late for this study hall and here he was again. After I got home last night I worked out my single wing back series, and wrote up my comment on our game. I didn’t finish until after midnight. Tonight, we start to work on them, and I hope we have them ready by Friday. This week is pretty well taken care of I’m afraid. I’ll be busy again all week, and that makes time go fast. – I don’t want it to go fast now. I’d like for it to do some standing still, and yet – like you – I sometimes wish I was in so that we would know what we have to face. Darling, the really hard thing about going in the army is having to leave you, I love you so very much, and I am so content when we’re together – yesterday was a perfect day wasn’t it darling? As you say, I know there’ll be good days and bad days for us, but they’ll be mostly good. Because you and I have so few arguments over anything. I have never known two people to get along any better than you and I do, and I know it’ll always be that way, Oh darling, how I wish the war was over and we could be married. – Or even that I were stationed someplace where we could be together. Well sweetness, I guess I’d better go try out my new plays before the boys tear up the dressing room. – The bell has long since rung, and I’ll write again later on. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1f84e4af5ca8baabf77425a96f4ab610.jpg 930114b3dea6332ae4c44596fe510c5a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 147 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio September 23, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Pardon the briefness of this letter, my intentions were to write a nice long one, but Fred Willert is back from England, and I’ve been talking to him all day. I took my physical yesterday and I will be sent to the army as far as my draft board is concerned. I also turned in my appeal, which stated that – according to Griffith – we would have to dispense with our phys. ed. program if I were taken, and also that I was essential to the health and morale of the community. – I don’t know whether it will do any good or not, but I’m inclined to doubt it, and I feel that I’ll be taken at the end of next month. School has been going about as usual, and so has football. I scrimmaged a little myself Monday night. – We are going to play Hilliards at Grove City next Friday Oct. 2nd, at night. So, let’s make plans to do something with C. M. & Adele afterwards. I haven’t done anything all week to speak of, Sunday night we played Monopoly, Monday I stayed home, and last night we had another Monopoly session. Tonite I imagine a little Bridge will be in order since Willert is here. Tomorrow I don’t have anything planned, so I might go to Beulah for the twi - light racing. Friday I’m going to scout Hilliards & West Jeff., and then – I get to see my honey!! – I’ll still be up around six or very shortly thereafter. I got my membership to the coaches assn. and will get to see the game Saturday for nothing. If you have any shopping to do, why don’t you make plans to do it Saturday afternoon, come down on the bus & meet me after the game? Well honey, the bell rang and I’ve got football practice, so I’ll have to close for now. Be a good girl until Friday that is. All My Love - Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c879f6193ddf855984eb54684664a9df.jpg 7dce46267230fb1e4fb87cab2ab42f0a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 149 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio September 30, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Notice the paper? – I’m practically the same as the Superintendent, the chief difference is that he makes more money than I do, and has his name on the stationary. Darling, do you mind if I crab a little? Yesterday was a terrible day: I had eight dollars stolen out of my pocket book to begin with, and that was bad. – I changed clothes for my gym classes and forgot to take my money out. – When I next looked, my billfold was there, but my money was gone. I have no idea who could have taken it, so guess I’m just hooked. Then, last night I went up to Bob’s and we went out to get a little beer to sort of liven up the Monopoly Game, and the accelerator broke on my Plymouth. – I had quite a time driving with the throttle only, but I managed. Then this morning I got up and couldn’t lift my right arm above my shoulder. – I threw some passes last night in practice, and really ruined myself. – I have still to comb my hair left handed, and it really bothers me. – I sure hope it loosens up by Friday. – That’s my woo pitchin’ arm and I can’t have anything happen to it. Especially with the new limit placed on my activities along that line. Well, I tried Bob Hamilton at end, and he’s coming along pretty well. – In fact I want to see the look on C.M’s face the first time they try to run around his end. – They’ll lose some yardage. But now, we’ve got an epidemic of boils - and don’t even let anyone tell you they aren’t contagious, so I don’t know who we’ll have ready to play ball by Friday. – But if we’re anyways near at full strength, we’ll beat Worthington, and I believe by next week we’ll be able to beat Hilliards. – By the way, don’t forget to tell them to get someone else for the game you play next week, because I think you ought to see the Hilliards game. - Now honey, please tell them you’re not going to do it. - They can get someone else. Well, I’ll be looking for you Friday night honey. Have Jerry stay at the dressing room, or if you’re late, be sure and see me and let me know where you are. BE good, and love me and take All My Love – Always, Dick P.S. – Don’t forget that second installment to your letter. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/04317187522700daf25bb15c5cb256f2.jpg bdb1912dc1f25ee5740ddb3920a5ac74 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 151 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio October 5, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Well, here I am again in my study hall, and oh what a problem it is. – Monday is always the worst day from the point of view of noise and general fooling around. When I got home last night I really felt awful. I “ate” some aspirin and then went to bed, although not before Herb Emrich called me. He’s in town until tomorrow, we’re having dinner together tonight. This morning dawned as Monday! have a habit of doing, - I didn’t feel like getting up, but after much effort I did manage to do so I was glad I did, because everyone was paying off on that game Saturday, and also – Joy to the World - I have a practice teacher again. - A fellow this time by the name of Mark Rowe. He seems pretty nice and I think will be accredit to the girl who was out last year. Also, we are going to play East Hi a practice game this Wed., to sort of prepare for Hilliards. I surely do hope the boys get that game. Next to Mifflin I want them to win that one. I don’t have many plans for the week darling, I guess I’m living for the week-end already. I’ll probably go up to Bob’s one night, and I must stay home and write to Tom. – I still haven’t done that yet. Also, I want to finish reading about Lady Hamilton sometime, so I guess I can “mark time” until I see you again darling. Well sweetness, I’ve got to go to football practice and give the boys hell for Friday nite’s effort. – I surely hope you get to come down Friday. I think we’ll atone for past sins then, at least I hope so. – Write to me, and without giving it to you in two installments, I love you, now and always, darlingest. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2a35f0b8ef7df447cb93fdcde3347a3a.jpg d26fb23759d17808cdf1d6ac0680c9d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (53) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 153 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio October 7, 1942 Dear – I am not a Cider Press. – Evelyn, Forgive the pencil and the typing paper darling, but I’m giving a test and this is all I have available. There isn’t much more news than usual. I was out with Herb Monday evening, and we did a lot of talking. He left for Chicago Tuesday, but hopes to be back for the game Saturday. – If he is, we may go out with them Sat. night. Yesterday football practice went very badly. I don’t know what is wrong with them. I’ve made all the changes I told you about, and even moved Goose out of the starting lineup – trying for some speed. That Hamilton is a mighty sweet end, and I don’t believe they’ll be able to run around us this week. I stayed home last night, and wrote Tom a letter, and read, and ate more than a pint of ice cream. – As a result I had quite a dream – it seems as though you were putting on a strip tease --! etc, I think I’ll eat some more tonight! My practice teacher is a pretty nice fellow. I’m glad, because I thought that girl last year was a pill. – Now I only have three classes – soft huh? Tonight we’re going to have a practice game with East Hi’s reserve team, so that the boys will learn their blocking assignments, and get a little on edge for Hilliards. – We want that game! I think I’ll stay home again tonight and finish reading about Lady Hamilton. She’s quite a gal. Tomorrow night I’m going up to the Anderson’s. - They went to the State game last Saturday too, and I guess are going to the one this week. I’ve got a hunch we’ll see a real game again honey. – Friday night we have a game, and darling I sure hope you can get off. If I hear that you can, I’ll be up after you about five – thirty. – That’ll give us time to eat before the game. Well sweetheart it’s time for me to eat right now, so I’ll see you Friday I hope, and if not then, Saturday at noon. – Honey I miss you too, and I really am looking forward to that time when you’ll be with me for always. All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/22d4a195f022d21468814f6af647f849.jpg 98bdf2ee527446a513a8ffe11e775e79 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 155 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio October 12, 1942 Dear Evelyn, My cold is still with me, just about as it was yesterday. I decided however that school was the place for me, and struggled out of bed this morning and got here just as the bell rang. – I slept until seven thirty. I haven’t done a great deal of work today though. – This morning I gave a test, and made assignments in my other classes. I played around trying to figure something out from the T formation for the boys to use while my “studes” studied. This afternoon I went to the Dr. and he cleaned my head out and gave me the usual variety of cold pills. - I told him about my theory that Beer ought to be good for a cold, and he agreed with me! – Ha! Last night when I got home I found that mom had company, so I had a couple of whiskey & sodas for my cold. – Also I ate a combination of shrimp & crabmeat salad etc.- Then I went to bed and dreamt about you all night. – I’ll have to try that combination again I guess, and make it a part of my regular diet if I dream about you again as a result. Also last night I talked to June and told her that Jane was interested in the apartment – I guess June is quite anxious to have her. I think I’ll go up to Andersons’ about tomorrow night. After which I have no plans for the rest of the week until the week end. – Already I wish it were here. I do have to get my grades in shape though. – I’ve lost my grade book and do not even have a roll. – Oh me! Incidentally, I heard of a fellow who went in the Army for limited service, they are giving him six weeks training and sending him overseas. – I hope I’m not in that kind of a group. Well sweetness, miss me as you know I’ll miss you; and get ready for the week end because if my cold is gone – wow! All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a5a0ca4c8018a04f5af1ef08851f5e22.jpg 6d3df66ac32723d706e81210712b993c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 157 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio October 13, 1942 Dear Evelyn, I decided that since I wasn’t going to get to see you until Saturday that I would write to you at home for a change so that you will get it Friday. I hope you won’t be too provoked at me, but I just hate to write at school, and yet ordinarily I almost have to. Life has settled down to the usual routine; school all day, football practice, and then home. I haven’t been away all this week at night. – Quite a record for me isn’t it darling? I kind of have a hunch your biggest problem will be to get rid of me for an evening rather than to keep me at home. I sleep and read and play the radio, and enjoy myself a lot – The truth is, this cold is still bothering me a little, and I’ve been tired at night all this week. But it is better, and I hope to be “ready to go” by the week end. Tomorrow night the teachers are having a dinner, and I guess I’ll go. – They’re having fried chicken and all the trimmings. Friday night the F.F. A. boys are having a dance after the game, and they asked me to come and bring you. – I told them I was afraid they’d try take you away from me, but that I would come and “wolf” on them. - If we get beat again I probably won’t feel like going any place. We are likely to get beat. We lost our big pass snagging end for the rest of the season, one of our starting tackles for this game, a second string center, and a second string half back. – If anybody gets hurt Friday night I don’t know what we will do. How I wish I hadn’t gotten talked into taking that job! The army hasn’t sent me my notification yet, but I’m looking for it every day, and if they’re going to get me this next call I’ll almost have to hear this week. It certainly would be a shame if they would lose all my records. Friday afternoon I’m going to go in and see about Army Intelligence, but I doubt if they’ll take me. – I wouldn’t mind being in that, but I can’t think of any other job I’d like in the whole army. Well sweetness, the Hallo’weeners’ are at it already, and I’d better go see whether they’ve done anything to my Plymouth. After which I shall go back to reading The Just and The Unjust, which, I think, is pretty good. Be a good girl, and miss me, and oh darling please don’t ever stop loving me. All My Love – Always, Dick P.S. – Darling, I’ll be up Saturday about 12:30, be looking for me. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7b50ca262d1fa8d0e802b90c8e03b8cc.jpg f94ea54dc099d3c06f1ae1079c01dcb1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 159-160 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Columbus, Ohio October 22, 1942 Dear Evelyn, It’s a very dreary, miserable Thursday evening. The rain has been beating at the windows all afternoon, and it’s just a little cold. I felt so rotten that I “threw in the sponge” and came home this afternoon. It has been delightful – being inside, sleeping and reading intermittently, and dreaming just a little of you darling. Somehow, whenever I read a story with a love interest in it, the girl always has something of you about her, and if the author is really good at description, it’s almost as if you were right with me, and that we are enacting the scenes together. I guess that’s really living vicariously isn’t it? – I wish you were here though, dearest. The closer the time comes for me to get in the army, the more I realize what life will be like without you. How I wish it were all over, and we could do more than wait and hope! – Excuse me for a minute honey - I forgot to tell you that I took a bottle of Citrate of Magnesium this afternoon, and it’s having very disconcerting effects. I’m back again – for how long I don’t know – Bob was inducted today. I saw he and June last night. As a matter of fact I ate with them at Bob’s folks’ house. I think Bob was more than a little sorry to leave, and June and Mrs. Anderson both were problems. – I left as early as I decently could. I hate farewells – particularly that kind. Had a short letter from Herb. – Just giving me his address, and he added that he “blacked out” for the first time. – He said he got his plane in too steep a dive. Also I got a letter from Tom, and he told me that George was sent to the Naval Mines School for further training. – Also, Tom is coming home – commission and everything about next Friday. I’ll really be glad to see him once more before I put on my khaki. Maybe we can fix him up a date or something, and sort of do the town that week end. Sweetheart, I don’t know what to say about the time of my arrival Saturday. But I imagine I’d better come on the train that gets into Crestline in the afternoon at 4:18, or whatever that time is. So, if your friend Dorothy wants to meet me, I could stand it if she can. If not I’ll “hike” over to Joneses and wait for you. The best entertainment I can think of would be to listen to the Ohio State game though when I get there. If I should happen to miss the train, don’t be discouraged, I’ll be at Galion on that one. – The reason I brought that up is because I have been known to do things like that. But, almost undoubtedly I’ll be there when you get home from “play day.” – Personally, I want you all to myself for as much of Saturday and Sunday as I can have you. Sweetheart, I love you and I just want you so very much. – Be a good girl until Saturday, and then – just be mine. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1977fa82fed5b698c48a8db4b38e5d26.jpg c9f502a74faabb2412b8344ff8736143 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 162 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio October 27, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Study hall again, and a very noisy one it is I might add. – We just had an assembly and they haven’t quite recovered yet. The assembly was for the War Chest. Somehow I very much fear that I’m going to make the boss very unhappy because I do not intend to give anything this year. I feel somehow that I’m giving enough anyway. Well honey, I got home O.K. although the train was forty minutes late. They stopped at every crossroad town on the way, and also followed that freight train clear to Galion. When I got home I called June, and Jane had moved in. June was feeling pretty bad about Bob still, but she said that he was at Fort Benjamin Harrison, and hadn’t been shipped out yet. Monday dawned – cold and blustery, and when I got to school the building was still cold. However, we managed to shiver through the day, and then – teeth chattering – we had people looking at the house, the phone ringing etc.. with the result that we didn’t eat until eight o’clock. – Then I listened to John Varys on the town meeting of the air, and also heard Wilkie make a speech which I feel will be one of the better known historical documents of this period. – He said many new things, and said them very well. Today has been a very dull one, and I have nothing in view for tonight either. Tomorrow though I imagine will be another story. – I take my physical and then am going to Delno’s for dinner. – To make matters even livelier, Mom is going to have her tonsils out tomorrow, and I’ll have to kind of keep an eye on her. – Thursday is of course another ball game, and we might have a chance in this one. - Then comes Friday, and you darling, and then life really begins again for a little while. Sweetness, you can’t imagine how much I enjoyed the last week end. It is really amazing the way we are when we’re together. The only thing I didn’t like was the waiting on the train. – Goodbyes are always difficult, but that one was much more so. – “And how is school Evelyn?” Well darling, I’ll see you Friday at 12:30 in the Neil House – unless the army gets me first. In the meantime and always you know you have all my love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/02ff2947946c54a1f8b78b545b7e7503.jpg d334656b1c482aa8e05468e3b9ef2138 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 164 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio October 28, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Forgive the tardiness of my letter, but I’ve been awfully busy these last two days getting my grades in. – However, they are now all in – thank God. At the present time I’m sitting at my desk in the dressing room – while my gym classes are playing touch football outside. Very little has happened in the way of news since you left Sunday evening. We played Monopoly a little while, but I didn’t particularly enjoy myself. My back ached, and I missed my honey. – Monday dawned as they have a habit of doing, and I went to school and had an extremely tough day. I gave the boys the T formation last night, and I sure hope we get some action out of it. – I didn’t leave the field until a quarter of seven, and didn’t get home until way after that. I ate, and went right to work on my papers again. Today I’ve been working all day, and we’ll have another long practice. Then to dinner at Marzetti’s. – Mom is taking my Aunt out. I don’t know what I’ll do the rest of the week, but I do want to see Bob before he leaves. Darling, I hope you got up there O.K. Sunday night. I worried. – I hate to have you go so far, so late. Sunday wasn’t a very satisfactory day for me. – I wanted to be with you and didn’t get to. I don’t know what I’ll do when I go in the army, but I’m all for that commission, and us getting married. – I love you I very much fear. Well sweetness, before I get too sentimental I’ll quit and save it all for the week end. – I’ll write you, and we’ll be together Saturday all by ourselves. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e8dfe4d7c83d8fcc73b0245d2dd1248f.jpg 73156a3005295602db98a7d016fdb406 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 167 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Unknown Postmark or Date Dearest Evelyn, My gym classes are suffering from my not being with them, but I thought that I would much rather write to you. In case you’re interested, I got home O.K. the other night, and the tire you changed is still on the car. – I’m almost ashamed of myself for not knowing more about changing it than I did. – It’s a good thing one of us is mechanically minded, isn’t it? Yesterday I started my last week of school for the duration. – It seems almost impossible though because it was just about like all other Mondays. – Except that the teachers are having a luncheon for me Thursday noon, and my football boys are having a dinner Thursday evening. – Popular huh? Last night Tom came over and we “B.S.’d” until this morning sometime. We literally talked about everything under the sun. – Also last night June Anderson called to tell me that she has solved the mystery about Jane and her boy friend. – It seems as though they were listening to the radio Sunday night – June, Jane, and Janes’ boy friend when some woman came walking in and just raised particular hell. – June says that evidently the guy is married! I don’t know what June is going to do about it if anything, but I guess that’s the mystery. – I had a suspicion that it was all along. Tonight, I don’t know exactly what I will do, or – with the exception of Thursday – I don’t have anything to do until I see you Friday, darling. By the way, speaking of Friday, can you get down by about six O’clock? – O.K. I’ll count on seeing you about that time honey. This is the first week end since we first started going together that I haven’t looked forward to seeing you. You know why – it will be the last one. But darling, we’ve got enough that we’ll always – really be together every week end and every week, no matter where I am. Last week end was just as wonderful as they all are though, and I was just as happy and contented as I could possibly be. – I’m short, dearest I love you so very much that the thought of not being able to be with you for awhile is almost too much. – I’ll see you Friday though, and until then and always, All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/688f020fe3bb635ac1bccf880d8ef5a4.jpg 02090d305d69bb5a281039537c81f75b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 169 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Indianapolis, Indiana November 13, 1942 Nov. 12, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Darling here I am, and right now I’m tired and a little blue. – I’m tired because they’re really moving us through here fast. – I have a hunch we may leave tomorrow, I don’t know for where though. I’m blue because I don’t think I passed that intelligence test high enough to warrant officers’ school. – I can’t imagine what I missed, but I didn’t get very far along with the thing. – I didn’t quite get half way through in forty minutes. If I didn’t that will surely ruin at least some of the dreams I’ve been dreaming. Well sweetheart, I’m going to quit for now, because writing you is making me awfully blue. When I get settled, and know what I’m doing, and all, I’ll write you a long letter and tell you all about the army. In the meantime though all I can tell you is that I love you – you’ll never know how much. – And that I‘ll love you always, Dick Pvt. Richard G. Clark Co G-6 Fort Benjamin Harrison, Indiana P.S. I don’t look so good in my new uniform. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dd98ae384c9d34056d9317481e65f6ab.jpg 3dbdce9fcdb82756e22e55f2c233bc9e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 171 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Indianapolis, Indiana November 16, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Here it is Sunday Darling, and I’m still here at Ben. I just ate dinner and thought I’d better write to you while I had time. So far I haven’t minded things too much. The first couple of days I couldn’t eat the food, but I’m getting used to it, or else it’s better than it was at first. So far I have managed to evade most of the work, but I don’t know how long I’ll be that lucky. I’ve taken all my tests, had my “shots” in the arm, gotten my uniforms, which almost fit me, just wait until you see me, darling. I’ve waited to be shipped, and expected it since Friday. I may get out today, and it may be a week yet for all I know. I have a hunch I may get a teaching job – maybe in the Fifth Corps Area – which means home – almost. I just went down for another shipping call, and still didn’t make it out of there yet. This place is getting on my nerve; it’s just like a jail. All you can do is play cards, or sleep or work, or go up to the recreation center. That recreation center is the place that really gets me: Those fellows who are close to home have their girls in there, and their folks etc. – And they have a record player that plays only blues songs including I Cried For You, and Somebody Stole My Gal. Honey, that stuff really bothers me an awful lot I miss you more than you’ll even know, and I loved you before, but it was never like this. – I think about you, and talk about you, and dream about you all the time. I wish this thing was over, or that I was settled in a good job dearest, because all I really am interested in is being with you always. We belong to one another and honey don’t, please, ever forget me. If you want to risk writing to me here, go ahead, but I may get it and may not, but I’d surely love to hear from you, or be with you even just for a minute. Well darling I’ll close for now, but if I’m here very much longer I’ll either write you again or call you. All My Love – Always, Dick Pvt. Richard G. Clark – U.S. Army Co. G-6 Reception Center Ft. Benjamin Harrison, Indiana http://66.213.124.233/files/original/937045f040319e81a8f1a6fc76d02ea3.jpg 8cf4b83869459958a3ad68ec6a1df7a0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 173 -174 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida November 20, 1942 Nov. 19, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Forgive me for not writing sooner, but I’ve really been awfully busy. We got here yesterday about 9:00 A.M., after a forty-three hour train ride in a day coach with no water or anything else. We were very tired, but we had to work at one thing or another until nine last night, which is “lights out time.” – Dear, here it is also a blackout all night from then until daylight. We are living in a very fine resort hotel right on Miami Beach. – I’m in the penthouse. – Everything is very beautiful here: the palm trees, the coconuts, the blue ocean, etc., but outside of the scenery this is no picnic. I’ve made beds, rolled socks, fixed & re-fixed my drawer, swept floors emptied trash, and cleaned and cleaned, and cleaned. – Also, this morning we began to drill. – We marched two miles to the drill field, drilled, took an hours calisthenics, then double timed until I at least was ready to drop. – After which we marched back another two miles, listened to a lecture – very brief and to the point – if you know what I mean. The food here is not very good and they are in such a temporary stage that we have to eat out of mess kits, which “ain’t good.” I don’t know how long I’ll be here, or where I’ll go next, or what I’ll be in, but I do know it will be in some part of the Air Corps. We start processing tomorrow, to determine what we go into, I don’t know but I would guess that I will be in administration of some sort, I should know before long however. Darling, if I live through all of this, I know it will do me good; but I’m not really sure I’ll live through it. – My feet are bothering me plenty right now. – Personally, I wish I was back home with you dearest. You have no idea how much more you mean to me now than ever before. I really do miss you, and long for one of our perfectly wonderful days together. – You sounded kind of cold over the phone Sunday, and I’ve worried ever since. – Sweetness, don’t ever really get cold to me. Love me, now and always, please honey and don’t ever change. Write to me right away – a nice long letter, and remember that I love you and I always will. Dick Pvt. R.G.Clark. – U.S.A. 1130 T.S.S. – Sq. – 42 Miami Beach Schools, 1st District Special Training Unit Miami Beach, FLA http://66.213.124.233/files/original/78666cc8a3f767e4e4fca65d3ef2879c.jpg 29c625e1ff718c1a57032bd3d3fca771 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (63) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 176-177 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida November 22, 1942 Sunday Morning Dear Evelyn, The reason I haven’t written since Thursday is that I have been kept entirely too busy: We get up every day at 5:30 A.M., & stand revellerie (?) at five of six. – Then we eat and come back to our rooms and clean them up, and I mean they really have to be immaculate. – I’m sure getting plenty of good training in keeping house darling. – Then we march to the drill field and drill and exercise until eleven. – Then back to lunch, then out on the drill field again until four. Then we should be through but Friday night we had to learn our “general orders,” and that took all evening. Saturday was a repetition of Friday except it was hotter, and the drill and exercises were stiffer. Saturday night was the first time we were allowed out, and we got out until ten o’clock. I didn’t do much except buy a great big meal “with everything.” – I was too tired and so I was in bed well before we had to be in. The town, the ocean, everything is beautiful, even the drill field, which was a very fine golf course. There are palm trees and coconuts, and everything you’ve ever heard about Florida. Last night after I undressed I went out on the roof porch of our penthouse and looked – at the ocean in the moonlight. The ocean breeze was blowing and the tide was in. The palm tree were swaying and everything was very peaceful. You can imagine what I was wishing, and dreaming about, can’t you? Honey, all that was needed to make the thing perfect was for you to be with me. How wonderful it would be! Sometime I hope we can come here, just us, and enjoy it together. Darling I try not to miss you but I do. I want you and need you right now, and always. Sweet, I’ve had the darndest dreams. It seems as though I’m losing you, and I don’t ever want that to happen, I sure hope they’ve been just bad dreams. I expect you’re wondering about how the army and I are getting along by now, so I’ll tell you as well as I can: My feet have been giving me a lot of trouble, and I’m stiff and sore all over. However, I imagine that I’ll be much better off physically before long. In fact, I’ll come back to you a mere shadow of my former self. In three weeks we get the same training that the other branches of the service take eight or ten weeks to get. It’s the stiffest training that any of them get. I still don’t know what I’ll be doing, or where I’ll be stationed, we haven’t been processed yet. I think I’ll know by next week sometime though. – I sure wish they’d either send me to Dayton, or else to this officer’s school down here. Darling, I imagine you’re tired of hearing all this twaddle, so I’ll quit for now. Write, and write, and keep on writing to me; and honey keep on loving me too. As long as I know that you’re still mine I can go through all of this, and come out on top. – Don’t forget to keep in touch with mom, and tell me how she is, and don’t forget that I love you, and that I will forever and ever. Dick. Note address Pvt. R.G.CLARK, U.S. Army, 1130 T.S.S. –(SP) – Flight 42. Miami Beach Schools, 1st district Special Training Unit Miami Beach, Fla. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eade156c7cb97d633dbfd6cb30bb3df2.jpg b7389f4cd4ffdd53ad162196732d8e0f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 179 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida November 25, 1942 Tuesday Evening, Nov. 24, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, The U.S. Army Air Corps and I are still going ‘round and ‘round. Yesterday I did all of my running and marching, and exercises without drawing a deep breathe, and felt so good that I went out and drank a little beer. – It was Budweiser and it tasted awfully good. Sunday night I played a little poker and came out “about even.” Last night after we got back from the beer joint, and went out on the roof and sang, and held a bull session about our respective girl friends until we got so darned homesick that we went to bed and dreamt of home, and yes – I dreamt about you again darling, but it was a better dream. You weren’t exactly giving me the go by, and I woke up feeling awfully happy. Today I got my first army job. – We had to pitch hay, and you can imagine what a success I was at that, can’t you? - It turned out to be very similar to a W.P.A. group. No one really did anything. This afternoon we got some more “shots,” and both of my arms are awfully sore tonight. Since you last saw me, I’ve been vaccinated for small pox, typhoid & lockjaw, and there is more to follow I guess. Tomorrow we really do get classified, and maybe the next letter you get from me will tell you more nearly what I’ll be doing, and where. Darling, I don’t know whether you haven’t gotten my letters, or whether you just haven’t taken time to write, but I haven’t heard from either you or mom yet. – Please send me an old cancelled stamp with a letter on it. – I’m really a little homesick, and lovesick, and awfully anxious to hear from a certain young lady who – I hope – is going to give me my calisthenics for the rest of my life. – You are, aren’t you darling? – There’s a roommate of mine from the heart of the Bluegrass in Ky. who is betting that when I get home you won’t be waiting. I’ve been giving him plenty of back talk on that subject though. Dearest write a long, long, letter to me and tell me – just anything. – I miss you and I love you for now and for always, Dick Pvt. R.G.CLARK 1130th T.S.S. (Sp.) Flight 42 Miami Beach Schools, - 1st District Special Training Unit Miami Beach, Fla. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a2adbb73a99908e72080da41860861fd.jpg cbf40a1a28e859592445898a7d303377 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 181-182 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida November 28, 1942 Friday Evening, Nov 27, 1942 Dear Evelyn, I surely was glad to hear from you. I never got any letters that I appreciated more than the two I got from you. No kidding, it was really wonderful. In answer to your question about coming to Florida for X’Mas, I’m not absolutely sure, but I think I’ll be here for the duration and then some. And, darling, without hinting or anything, I can think of no Christmas present in the world that I would rather have than a visit from you. I miss you all the time, and think about you all the time, and I want you with me for always. Christmas will be just a sample of how I’ll be from now on with you darling, so be prepared. We can work out details later, but honestly sweetheart, I do want to see you so very much. – Everything else in the world pales by comparison with my desire for you. How glad I’ll be when we can be together always. – One room or no room, or a mansion will be all the same to me, just so I know you’re mine forever and that nothing can ever separate us as long as we live. Are you beginning to get the idea that I do want you for Christmas? Sweetness, I am, and I said pretty sure of remaining here for six months at least. I guess- from what I found out today – that I’m slated to be a lecturer, on what subjects I can’t imagine. I may go to school for awhile and I may not, but in all probability I’ll be down here teaching something or other. Also, I found out that I am eligible for O.C.S., so if I make it – which in the air corps, is a little tough - I’ll be down here three months after my first three months. And if I don’t, and can’t wiggle a transfer North to my honey, I may be right here for the duration. I’ll tell you more about this when I know more about it, so stand by for further details. I’m awfully glad that you and Mom are going to stay together. I want you two to become very close while I’m gone. – I think it will do you both good, and also it will help you two to remember me. That may be a little hard to do after a while, so – well, just don’t forget me either of you. I got a letter from Bob today, and he was telling me all about life in the infantry. Maybe I don’t have it so tough at that, although it is tough enough to suit me right now. – I do think I’ll have an easy job by Christmas though. Darling, since I last wrote you, I have done nothing except stand in line & drill. We are being classified, and are just finding out where we can best fit into this army. – It isn’t thrilling, and hasn’t been, and won’t be. It’s just drill and rather mixed up, so don’t get the idea that I’m a hero, or that most of the rest of the army are hero’s. We’re all just a bunch of “handcuffed volunteers,” who want to go back to our women and our jobs as God intended we should. I’ll do my part, but at best it will be very little. Well, honey, it’s long since time for lights out, and we’re on a new schedule – we get up at five o’clock again – so I’d better close and get to bed. Goodnight sweetness, I love you, now and always, and oh – how I wish you were here for me to say that to – with gestures – if you know what I mean. All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4c6595aacd8b94ae752d522ab95ebf06.jpg 082176db685e223074d7365b2eb76e5b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 184-185 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida November 30, 1942 Sunday Evening, November 29, 1942 Dear Evelyn, Here it is the end of another Sunday away from my home. Just think it’s been three weeks since our perfect time together, and that’s longer than we’ve been apart in a very long time. Life here is just as dull as always. Today was supposed to be a day of rest, but this morning the Captain pulled an inspection and made us mop and scrub everything in the penthouse. Since then I’ve written letters all day – saving the best until last, - my letter to you. I read the paper and read all about State’s win over the Iowa Seahawks. State surely ought to be national champs now. Then – best of all I got two letters from you. One from Ft. Ben, and the other your air mail from Friday. I’m really getting those letters fast now, and do I love them. Darling, you have no idea how much they mean to me. I didn’t get a letter either yesterday or Friday, and I was really down hearted, no kidding. If I didn’t know it was impossible I’d want one every day, but I know I can’t write everyday – at least not now. But – write as often as you possibly can find time. They really do things to me. This afternoon, I “sneaked out” – we have been restricted again – and were kept in last night too. Anyway, I sneaked out and bought myself a pint of chocolate ice cream. That really was a treat, no kidding. Since then I’ve continued my writing and I’m almost ready for bed now. Last night, since we were all kept in, just like jail, we had poker and crap games all over the place. I lost about a dollar. Nothing new has come up since I wrote you Friday relative to my job in the army. I still haven’t had my interview yet, and I’m about ready to admit that the army moves very slowly. However, I still imagine that I’ll be a lecturer right here. Sweetness, I’m glad about you catching up on your reading about how to keep your home, but I’m not particular myself. Just so you’re in it. I know my home will be perfect. It’s really surprising how little I want other than you. Darling, I did think I’d be able to get you that diamond for Christmas, but I found out that we don’t even get paid by then. I don’t know when it will be. We get ten dollars this week, and then no more for quite a while. I did have them take $12.50 a month out from my pay for war bonds. I figure in that way it won’t be too long before I can get it for you, but oh honey, I wish you had it right now. – Is there anything in particular you’d like for Christmas sweetheart? If there is, kind of throw out a few hints will you? By the way, do you know anyone who lives down here that you could stay with at Christmas time? If not, I imagine mom and I can contact some friends and fix you up. There are some people from Grove City who just came here, and also a very old friend of moms’ lives here. The reason I asked is because I understand that some of the prices charged for rooms are out of sight. The hotel across from where I am charges $35.00 a night, and I know we can’t swing that, so let’s work something out. I may be counting my chickens early, but I surely am hoping I can see you soon. I just keep right on missing you everyday and everyday it keeps bothering me. The only thing in this world I really want is to be with you, always. – It doesn’t matter where, but it’s something just to know that someday we’ll have things as we want them: Our own nook, and us, - a few good friends, - and yet just us really all alone. We’ve really got some characters in this hotel: Boys from all over the country, and from all walks of life. One is from Brooklyn, another Texas, others from California, a pure Spaniard from New Mexico who speaks English with an accent that is very similar to Wallace Berrys’ in the Cisco Kid; boys from the Mountains of Ky., who remind me daily of the song about the Martins and the Cays being reckless Mountain boys. – Nearly everyone of them wants to be a gunner in one of those bombers. Then there is the boy from Kentucky farm that I told you about – he says now for me to wait a while and then see what you say. – I just missed him with my messkit. – But really, I’m getting quite an education about living with different people. We all get along well together. We all crab, we all would like to be home; we bother one another continually, and it’s almost impossible to keep out of a bull session. I had to hide in order to write to you they kept bothering me so much. – They have nicknamed me “Teach,” because they know I was a teacher. But I guess I’ve made some pretty good friends at that. Well dearest, I’m going to close now and try and sneak out to mail this letter. –Hope I don’t get caught. Be a good girl and love me and just never stop, because I love you so very much that I never want to lose you. Remember that you’re mine and I’m yours for always. All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b8a73cf4f4bccaa8725efb0c29cc0b6f.jpg b20ade10d86f9e951ba7bb4a7e5f6865 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 187-188 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida December 2, 1942 Tuesday Evening, Dec. 1, 1942 Dear Evelyn, I got your Sunday letter this morning with that very welcome snapshot of you. Honey, that really tickled me, no fooling. – I’d kind of like to have one of both of us if you can swing it. – That’s just to prove to the guys that I really go with you. We all got out our big pictures Sunday night and set them on our mantle, and had a beauty contest. And I’m not prejudiced, but you stood out like a sore thumb over the other guys girl friends. – Even the boy from Ky. hopes you get down for X’Mas, and that he is still here. – He thinks he can beat my time I guess. – I sure hope he’s wrong. If you get down, and I really am hoping for that, I’ll sure steer you clear of all those wolves. I don’t want anyone even looking at my honey but me. – I want you all for myself darling. Sweetheart, I sure am looking for those cookies. I love them – but I guess you know that anyway. – I told the boys about it, and they’re looking for them too. – I sure hope there are enough to give them a sample. Otherwise, I’ll have to hide and eat them. – That isn’t such a bad idea anyway! It’s funny, but I’d much rather see a little snow right now. It’s awfully warm here, and that old sun just beats down on my sunburned nose. How I would have loved to have been with you on that sled Sunday! Yesterday, we drilled in the morning, and had a parade in the afternoon, and my feet really got to bothering me. Also I was hot, so last night we beered a little, and I bought a pair of low cut shoes. They look pretty nice, and feel a lot better than my army shoes. Today we saw (and slept through) movies almost all day, and tonight I’m staying in – writing to you and mom. In the morning I have my interview and I may know for sure tomorrow whether I’ll get to be a lecturer or not. If I get it, it will be a break in my favor I think. The only thing wrong with it is that I’ll probably remain here indefinitely, and living is too high here to suit me. Either the food is a lot better than it was, or else I’m getting used to it, I’ve regained my appetite I know that. – Right now the boys are out getting me a pint of ice cream. I’ll probably be as chubby as ever when you see me again, but I was down to 159 Sunday. Well dearest, I’ll try and write again tomorrow and let you know how I came out on my interview. Please dream about me, and write as often as you possibly can. – I love to hear from you, and mail call is the one thing I really look forward to down here. I love you darling, and I want you and miss you every minute of every day. – With you life will be – all perfection, and how I do anticipate the day when you’ll be all mine, forever, All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ba517bdab1c7bb6143019a587a4af9e2.jpg bb41bbf60b568280f047198632342dce Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 190-191 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida December 5, 1942 Friday Evening Dearest Evelyn, I got a letter from you today, the first one I’ve had in three days, and was I ever glad to hear from you. – Yes, I know it has been that long since you heard from me too, but I’ll have to plead busy. – I really have been. I have had several very interesting interviews this week, and consequently I am at a loss to know exactly what I will be doing in this mans’ army. – My first one, as I told you, was for lecturer, and I was accepted, and promised a staff sergeantry within two months, and a recommendation for O.C.S. - The second was as an interviewer, and I was accepted there also, and the two were trying to beat each other to me. Both officers told me they would give me very favorable consideration for ratings and commission. - They were both Captains, and were only in our B.T.C. #9. Today however, I was called for another interview, the nature of which you’ll have to guess, because I can’t tell you. The man who interviewed me told me that I would – if accepted – after investigation by an army dept. known as G.2., be given no rating, and no chance at O.C.S. for at least three months, and perhaps never, depending on where I’m placed. – However, darling, I told them that I would rather have such a job than any other that I know of, and I would. – I guess we all are a little romantic after all, and have some desire to be important. The job is important, and if I get it, which I more than likely will, our children – when we have them –will not need to be ashamed of their father’s part in the War effort. I’m sorry to be so secretive, but I could be shot if I told you any more. However, don’t worry about it, I won’t know for sure for a week or so. If anyone even asks you what I’m doing, or trying for, or anything, tell them that I am a lecturer. I may be yet. I got a letter from mom today, and she sent me an announcement of the arrival into this world of one Judith Ann Rafferty weight 6 lbs., 6 ½ oz., also mom said that there was an announcement of George and Junes’ wedding sent out, so evidently they got married, and George must no longer be mad at me. By the way, darling, I have not as yet received those cookies, and I am sure mighty disappointed. – Every mail call I look for that package with a great deal of anticipation, and no package. – I’m going to kill me a few mail clerks in my spare time, if they eat all of them, and I’m not kidding a bit. – At least not much. For the rest of my activities. I’ve been drilling, and keeping extremely busy along that line. I have missed calisthenics all week however, because of my interviews. I’ve been the most interviewed man in our squadron so far, but no one else can even talk to me about a job now until these people are through with me. They have to first call on me, and are powerful enough to hold up everything else until they decide whether or not they want me. Once again darling, even if I never become an officer in this army, you can be kind of proud of me if I do the job well, and we can look down on Georges’, Toms’ & Murrays’ bars, because we will have done a more valuable, and more trustworthy job. I love you darling, and I want you to be proud of me, and I guess maybe you can be now. Write to me, and plan to come here X’Mas. I think I’ll be here that long anyways. All My Love –Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0614ef20f9694549a7ebd18bf41d1107.jpg e6c2b7b6efa40520e84f388c9d8499c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (69) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 193-194 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida December 7, 1942 (Note: One Year Anniversary of Pearl Harbor) Sunday Afternoon Dear Evelyn, Another Sunday has almost come to an end, and I believe that I enjoyed this one most of all. I slept a little longer than usual, and wrote to Tom and to mom, and then got my mail, which included a letter from you dearest, for which I was very thankful. I just live from mail call to mail call, and I’m most happy to hear from you. For a little while – until I’m drawn back to the raw realities of life I’m possessed of the feeling that you’re right here with me. – How I am looking forward to that Christmas visit! By the way darling, you’d better be telling me when you’ll get here and how long you can stay, so that I can make some sort of plans. No one knows whether we get Christmas off or not, but I’m going to try and get a three day pass at least, and I know that I can be with you every evening until 11:30, and 12:30 on Saturdays. – I’ll be permanent party by then I’m sure. – So write me P.D.Q., full details of your plans. After I got my mail, I sneaked over to Miami, you see Miami and Miami Beach are separated by the ocean, actually I guess Miami Beach is an Island. – I don’t know for sure – I just live here. Anyway, I went to Miami and went out to see the Bella family – the people from Grove City – but they weren’t at home, so I wandered around in down town Miami, ate, decided on your Christmas present, and came back. I think I would like Miami, things are much less expensive there than here. – Out here they really rob you. Last night one of my roommates and I - he’s from Center College, a horse player, and a boy who didn’t know for a long time that “damn yankee” wasn’t one word – went to see Bing Crosby and Bob Hope in The Road to Morocco, did you see it? Sweetheart, I hope you aren’t too much up in the air about my last letter. I had just then come from the interview, I did see a general among others, and the job was, and is, one I really would love. You’ve probably guessed what, it is a more important part of the same service that Brooks was in – if you remember what that was. You’ll find it in my last letter. However, I don’t have the job yet, they must investigate me first, and I presume that will be done this week. As I see it, the only thing that may keep me from it is that I have already been assigned to the lecture section. They were too late really, the lecturers are determined to keep me, but I had floated it over to this other place and told them that I had been made a lecturer, they told me they already knew it, and that they would – after their investigation is completed – try and get me out of it. – If they try, they can get the job done, because their word is really law. By the way darling, your cookies came, and they were very, very, good, and still fresh. So, I wouldn’t think of biting dear, but why don’t we do that more often? Well sweetheart, there is a crap game going on, and I can’t hear myself think, so I’m going to quit for now, I’ll write you more when things don’t resemble a madhouse so much. I love you darling, and just think, if nothing goes wrong, I’ll see you in less than three weeks. – Honey that is really going to be wonderful, and I’m pretty excited about it. All My Love, Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d8f062e266d70051fa82cb034443a356.jpg a90d2ff49a93b0816c7f13b6778fb7de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (70) Description An account of the resource POSTMARKED MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA-DECEMBER 9, 1942 Wednesday Afternoon Corresponds to page 196 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dear Evelyn, I'm sorry I haven't written more this week but I'm in school until Saturday. It's pretty tough and I'm studying hard. I'll write you the full details later. Please don't fail to keep writing me; in another week I may be able to write more often. Also don't forget to send full details about Christmas. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5a15cf39f0e9564491ed39811d4862c8.jpg 3ea75eb9a36eeb53225c12180ed28ff6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (71) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 198 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida December 12, 1942 Friday Evening Dearest Evelyn, I’m still going to Chemical Warfare School, and tomorrow we have our final. It has been a pretty stiff course too. We went from eight until four every day, and we were constantly being lectured to. We had two quizzes and I got 100 on one, and 92 on the other. The final however has me worried, as I haven’t studied for it at all. I learned several very interesting things which I shall tell you after the war is over. Also, I actually got gassed. – We smelled four most deadly gases in a mild form, and then were put in a tear gas chamber first with a gas mask and then without. – The tears really flowed darling, no fooling. Yesterday and today I have not been feeling so hot. I’m afraid it might be flu, and I’ve got a hunch I might be really ill the way I feel now. I haven’t smoked a cigarette since Wed., and that’s some kind of record for me. I still don’t know for sure what I’m going to do. I may lecture after all, and I may get the other job I want. I should be hearing from that soon. Dearest, the girls down here wear mostly summer clothes, and if you bring a coat, make it a light one. – Spring or summer - Sweetness, I surely hope that some way or other transportation can be arranged for you. – I’ve built up for this trip an awful lot, and boy am I ever looking forward to seeing you! – You still haven’t said whether you had a place to stay yet. Let me advise you to stay in Miami, rather than out here at Miami Beach. Things are cheaper, and there isn’t a black out. Also, dearest, it takes two days for a letter to come air mail, and four days by straight mail. Honey, I’m going to bed now and try and get over whatever I’ve got. I love you more and more every day that we’re apart, and while I may never make it, I’ll surely be trying for O.C.S., because I kind of hate this waiting myself. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8b9292b0fdfe5133dff1bc9d9345d904.jpg 12a11fd87c3b39686bbe09bc14ea2ad6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (72) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 200-201 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida December 14, 1942 Sunday Evening Dearest Evelyn, I’m awfully happy about your being able to come down for Christmas and, oh darling, I hope we’ll be able to have a lot of time together. I still don’t know whether we get Christmas off or not, but I kind of doubt it. - However, we do get Sunday off which is really something. And by then I may be able to get some sort of a pass. In any event I’m mighty hopeful, and even if I just get to see you a little while, it will really be wonderful for me. Sweetheart, I wonder if you realize how wonderful you have been to me since we got separated. – No girl could possibly have been any sweller to her boy friend than you have been, and honey, I just love you more and more all the time. You’re perfect, and all I ever could dream of, darlingest. I got your fudge, Saturday, and it came through in fine shape, and was it ever good! It was all gone in about five minutes, and the boys enjoyed it immensely too. – I’m almost afraid that after your picture, and your cooking etc. all of my flight will try and propose to you. Honey I guess I’m not going to be able to make this letter very long. – I’m still feeling awfully rotten, and I can hardly see, let alone think. Tomorrow morning I definitely am going to the Dr. – I have the most God awful cold I’ve ever had, and you know I’ve had some bad ones. – Plus that ­- I have a cough, some chest irritation, and some temperature. Don’t worry, I’ll be O.K., but I really feel bad right now, and I want to be O.K. for Christmas. – In fact I want to be in A-1 shape, why? – You guess? There is not much more news than I wrote the other day. - I think I did pass my Chemical Warfare Course pretty high, and – at least for a while – I imagine I’ll lecture, and on that subject. Yesterday afternoon and all day today I’ve spent in bed, trying to cure my cold. – I’ve been nervous and irritable as the dickens too. Sweetness, I’m going to quit for now, but I’ll write almost every day this week, and that’s a promise. I’m going to bed again, and cure my cold, and dream of your dear. If you know where you’re going to stay down here, you’d better let me know at once in case I can’t meet you when you get in, and also – I stay at the Croydon Arms Hotel (I shouldn’t tell you that) – It’s at 38th & Collins – Miami Beach. – I could be called at noon, or in the evening around six o’clock. – Just in case we can’t get connected any other way. – Write and tell me your suggestion right away. Goodnight darling, I’ll see you and I love you – now and forever, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/542e2c813b5a57725f9a02528bb26ed0.jpg 226b8c550ebc6824cead3ecf7c996d0b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (73) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 203 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida December 15, 1942 Monday Evening Dec 14, 1942 Dearest Evelyn, If you and mom aren’t really too wonderful to me. I got your Christmas present today, and it’s really perfect. It’s the nicest watch I ever saw, and I really do appreciate it. You’re just too good to me, you’ll spoil me, and after we’re married I’ll be just awfully hard to handle. Darlingest, my present to you this year will surely not measure up, but please believe that it isn’t that I don’t want it to, and – you will have a present coming sometime this year that I hope you’ll like. – You know what it is, and as soon as I can accumulate enough it’ll sure be forthcoming! Honey I do love you so very much, you’re really wonderful to me, and I only hope I can spend my life being good to you, and taking care of you, and just being happy with you. You’re mine and I’m yours, and I’m so happy. There isn’t anything new with me that you don’t already know except that I think the flu has left me, and now all I have is a rotten cold. I surely hope I’m over that by Christmas, because I’m awfully likely to kiss you, auntie and all, and I wouldn’t want your aunt to catch cold. Sweetheart, it has been mighty cold here the last couple of days. You’d better bring a wool dress, and maybe one coat. Of course it’ll probably be hot again when you get here. Also, bring a bathing suit, we may not go swimming, but – we might want to. – You may get to even if I don’t have time. Well honey, here it is about time for lights out again, so goodnight, and remember I think about you always, and love you always too. – Dream about me, for I know I’ll dream of you. Goodnight, Dick P.S. – Don’t fail to tell me where you’re going to stay so that we can make connections P.D.Q. Love Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7e6b3bf9f772c5c6a06e3964a75875ae.jpg fbd835829e1653f3d483038e48fa5da3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (74) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 205- 206 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida December 18, 1942 Thursday Evening Dearest Evelyn, In another week you’ll be just about in Georgia someplace, watching the red clay roads pass by, and seeing the picaninnies, half clothed and starving. Every minute of that time you’ll be speeding closer and closer to me darling. I’ll be awfully anxious, and my heart will speed as fast as the train wheels turn. – I’m really just beginning to realize that you are coming sweetheart. The reason I haven’t written since Monday is that time has been working against me again, and today is the first that I have really had time to do anything. Yesterday I drilled all day, and last night I made an illicit trip to Miami and got your Christmas present under control. Tuesday too I drilled and Tuesday night our room was “gigged” and we had to stay in and clean it. By the time it was inspected it was time for lights out, and to bed again. Honey, I’m sorry about opening my Christmas present, but I hadn’t yet received your letter telling me not to open it; and if you have ever received a registered package, you’ll know how curious I was. I had no idea what was in it, and believe me darling, I’m so proud of my watch that it will still be new to me and very wonderful Christmas day. Anyways, you’re really all the Christmas present I’ll need to make things seem like Christmas. Darling, today everything happened at once. All three of my possibilities for jobs came through; they wanted me for interviewer, lecturer and for S2. S2 had the authority to take me away from the other two, and so I’ll be definitely in that finest branch of the service there is, and if I’m successful they’ll almost automatically make an officer out of me. By summer I ought to be a cinch darling, and you know what that means to you and I. Well sweetheart, I know this is short, and there is just one more thing I want to tell you. I may not be at the Croydon Arms next week this time, so it’s awfully important that I know where you’re going to stay. Let me know right away if you can. If not, I will – if I am off – try and meet your train Friday morning. Otherwise, I’m going to refer you to the Bellars. They live at 6522 N.E. 5th Ave, Miami. Go there and let them know where you are, or call Walter Bellar at the Naval Recruiting Office and tell him. If that doesn’t work, and we haven’t made connections by then, meet me at 7:30 P.M. Friday Evening in Walgreen’s at their soda fountain. This is at the Corner of E. Flagler and (?), it’s about two blocks away from Miami Ave., which is the center of town. Write, and All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/932fa98fcfe5da5c735c497ffd281cda.jpg bfa2468a66a53257f81602a7c17d54a4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (75) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 208 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami Beach December 19, 1942 Friday Evening Dearest Evelyn, A week from tonight we’ll be together darling, and I’ll be the happiest man alive. The moon should be full, and Miami will be a very beautiful place to be - with you. Honey, I’ll almost certainly be here at the Craydon Arms just in case we miss connections otherwise. You can call me here. However, I’ll more than likely be able to meet your train Friday morning, I’m going to try to anyway. But don’t forget about meeting me at Walgreens at 7:30 Friday evening if all other connections fail. If possible, let me know where you’re staying ahead of time. – I may have an even surer way of getting in touch with me by then though, and if I do I’ll write you an air mail tomorrow night. I don’t want to make any false statements, but by the time you get here, I’ll probably have a pass allowing me to stay out as late as I please. In which case we can really be together in the evenings. - Everything is breaking our way dearest. Sweetheart, I started to work on my new job today. I can’t tell you the nature of the work because I’m sworn to secrecy, and could be executed if I told you any of the details. But I am in S2, or Air Corps Intelligence, which is Army Secret Service. You can tell that to anyone you want to at home, although “be careful and don’t let the Nazi’s get hold of it.” – Ha! If I make good, I will be given officer training in about three months. Which means, unless something happens, that about June I’ll get some gold bars. – But let’s not count on them until they are actually on my shoulders. One really never knows in the army. If I do make it, you know that I want you to truly (legally) be mine forever and ever. – Now you’ve got me pinned down! – Ha! Well darling it’s time for “lights out,” so I’ll close for now. I may write again tomorrow, and then I’ll look forward to seeing you and won’t write anymore. – I love you dearest with all my heart, and soul, and might, and I always shall, All My Love – Always, Dick P.S. – Wire me if you have a change in plans or find out where you’re going to stay. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/309b889932a0171a0bb4119e29948f6c.jpg 379b600164ec4aa92c854b3e663ea994 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (76) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 210 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami Florida December 20, 1942 Sunday Evening Dearest Evelyn, Darling, Friday I’ll see you, and if possible I’ll meet that train. I still don’t know whether I’ll be off Christmas day or not, but I do think I’ll have a Class A pass which will entitle me to be out as late as I like and go where I please. – Only officers and the first two grades of sergeants are supposed to get them but in my job we can have practically anything we want. – More about the job later. Honey, if you haven’t already done so I would like to have your address down here, even if you have to wire me in order for me to get it by Friday. That’s just to make sure we don’t miss connections. – In case I don’t meet you, I definitely will see you Friday evening. – You can call me at 5-7421, extension 907. – You ask for the extension after you get the number. If I’m there, I’ll be there from 7:30-11:30, and from about two until five. Sweetheart, you know how much I’m looking forward to seeing you. I get a thrill every time I even think about it. However, I shave everyday now, so the chances are that I won’t hurt your chin too much, except that I’ll kiss you so hard I may fracture your jaw. - Oh dearest, I love you so much, and I want you more than anything else in this world. You know how I feel about you darling. Well, sweetheart, Walter Bellar is due to come and pick me up in a few minutes, and I’ve got to get ready my new watch says. – Walter says I can use his car if I want to, and I’m probably going to want to don’t you think? Sweet, I won’t write anymore. You’ve got all the information I can give you about how to get hold of me. Don’t lose that phone number in case you have to call me, and don’t forget to send that address if you can. I’ll be living just until Friday honey, and it can’t come too soon. All My Love, Always, Dick P.S. You’d better bring a couple of sweaters. – It does get chilly here. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/387acd61420f3f102f95d1a4ffbda661.jpg 316dcbb8a903f4ad23f7d38acadb2c0d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (77) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 213 -214 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jan 5th 1943 from Miami Florida Monday Evening Dearest Evelyn, I surely hope you are able to receive this letter, because frankly dearest I’m more than a little worried about you right now, I surely hope you missed the flood some way, and arrived home safely – Please write me at once if you’re O.K., because I’ve been up in the air since yesterday morning about you being drowned or something. Darling, life has been mightly dull since you left: I got in O.K. Friday nite, and no one even knew I was gone. Saturday I worked all day as usual, and Saturday night Malone and I went out on a case. – We didn’t get much accomplished, but we did get pretty drunk. Sunday morning I moved downstairs, and Sunday afternoon I slept, and wrote to mom & Pete. Last night I went down to visit my old squadron, and my KY friend is being shipped out. Soon, all of those ties will be completely broken I’m afraid. My farmer corporal – the one who gets so drunk – is up for sergeant again, and swears that this time he will not mess things up. This day has been about as bad as any I’ve had. We started out by having an inspection by the squadron commander – of ourselves and our rooms. – Luckily I had a clean uniform and so got by. Today, I couldn’t find anything I wanted in my files. I was told that I’m to start alternating nights with the sergeant, and Sundays the same way. I hope they forget that personally – We also had an inspector from Washington come in and check our files etc., the comment was very favorable all things considered. Tonight we were given another assignment, but this one will not entail any drinking on my part. Also, the sergeant told me he had a new every morning job for me which should be quite a feather in my cap – I wonder what it is. Well, sweetness, this damned Maloney is in again, and as he says will not be denied. I’ve got to go for now, but I’m not going to close this letter. I’ll finish after we finish. Goodbye for a little while sweetheart. I’m back again honey, and as far as accomplishing anything is concerned I might better have stayed in all evening. Honey, I know it is just repeating again and again what I told you about loving you. But I do, I think more than I ever did before. We’re so sure of one another, and so much a part of one another that nothing can ever cause us to change. You’re mine, I love you, and I’m yours. Oh darling, I can’t wait for summer to come, and I know that as the time grows shorter I‘ll become increasingly impatient. I still am serious about you coming to Fla. this winter with your folks. I do miss you sweet, and since you left I’ve had to keep myself busy in order not to think too much – But your kisses are still much too real, and I know that the first time I go to Miami you’ll really haunt me. Just keep on being my darling Evelyn, and miss me a little, and plan for that time in the not too distant future when we’ll be together forever and ever. Goodnight sweet, I’ll write again real soon. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3f0eb7ec814306c7eb42a594ccb5f5a8.jpg 15a944d77c038ab49d18e7822f5c5eea Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (78) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 216-217 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida January 8, 1943 Thursday Evening Dearest Evelyn, Life has now settled completely back to its usual dull routine. I’m even completely rested right now and very full. We had chili tonight at the mess hall, and it was really good. – You know about my fondness for that sort of thing anyway honey. I haven’t done anything since I wrote you Monday evening. – Tuesday night I played ping pong in our game room, and last night I had such a terrific headache that I went to bed very early. Of course, even if I went to bed at seven o’clock, it wouldn’t be too early really, with us getting up at 4:30 in the morning. Often I have gotten home about that time, but very seldom – before this – have I gotten up that early. Nothing new has come up as far as the office is concerned, I’m gradually beginning to take over more and more responsibility in the office, and I think that very soon I’ll be given full sway there: They’re getting two new clerks – they say for me. – Also, as I told you before, things do really look bright for O.C.S. – Maybe in March – So, keep hoping darling! You may not have to marry a luck private after all. – But, luck private or lieutenant, you’ve got to marry me come June or thereabouts. – Will you sweetness? – Please? You can tell Mr. Enoch I asked you, just to prove that you weren’t entirely wasting your time by coming to Florida. – Ha! Sweetheart, I’m glad to hear about your girl scout suit being such a success. Maybe when we get married you can wear it for a wedding dress. Then we will really be something, huh? By the way darling, I have a hunch on your suicide that the girl probably thought she was pregnant, or else – maybe had had her first sex experience, and – through a misguided sense of moral values became psychologically unstrung and bumped herself off. – You can pass that along as the opinion of S – 2 M.B.S. Fla. – Ha! Honey, regarding the radio, if you don’t want to send it down – O.K., I just thought it would be a real treat to be able to listen to one in the evenings, and I’ll probably be here two months anyway. – I don’t know whether mom has our old one yet or not; maybe I can get her to fix it if it’s still around. Darling, the letter that you wrote me last Sunday night was – without a doubt the grandest letter I’ve ever gotten in my life. I too felt how much closer we were – even than before I left home. We were just – us – not two people, but closer than that, with understanding, and mutual desires, complete trust, and faith – and love. I know that it will be ever that way, and I rejoice in that feeling. Dearest, your trip did wonders for me too. Now I am content, because I know that it won’t be too long now until we never part again. I love you Evelyn, more and more I plan and hope, and work awfully hard – harder than anyone down here that I know just because I want to make sure that I don’t have to wait past this summer for you sweetheart. Goodnight Honey, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3a771927f7850d88e4a54593fff3460b.jpg 37838e6a6f0d629586744119dc682677 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (79) Description An account of the resource Postmarked Miami, Florida January 10, 1943 Sunday Afternoon Corresponds to pages 219-220 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, Today is like one of our early fall Sundays at home. Cool, much cooler than when you were down. My jacket feels good today. How I wish we were home with no war, and no gas rationing! On a day like this darling, we’re going to take a trip down in the hills, getting up early, eating breakfast in Lancaster and then driving on clear to the river, stopping at some very wonderful place for dinner on the way. – Just you and I darling, the kids can stay at one of their grandmothers. Life is going on here very much as always. I have been continuing taking on new things in the office, and I have also been out about three times this week on night assignment. Had it not been for that, I would have had to work today. Nothing very interesting developed in anything we were assigned, but we did by luck run into a Communist Party Leader whom we will probably have the goods on before too long. One change did take place yesterday that may develop into something either very good or very bad. Our lieutenant was notified yesterday by wire that he is being sent to Washington at once, and so consequently the chances are that whatever amount of good feeling has been built up around him towards my chances for O.C.S. may vanish under a new officer. On the other hand, the guy may be O.K., and things could be even better than they are. – Here’s hoping! Also, I found out that a new school is opening up and I surely am interested. It’s a school for Post War Administration in European conquered nations. If we can get that dearest, we’ll see Europe, and also have a pretty good future in store for, us. Would you like that sort of a set up? – It’s just an idea now of course, but as lucky as I am, I might be able to do it. I got a letter from Bob yesterday, and he tells me that he has about another month of training before he goes before the O.C.S. board. Then of course it’s up to them as to whether he makes it or not. Darling, everything seems so unreal to me right now. I do wish very much that I was home and that we had a good start towards raising that quarterback and campus queen that we’re going to turn out. Home to me now represents seeing you and mom. Your trip down here was wonderful, but I don’t think it was nearly long enough. It does seem like a dream to me, and I can’t really be sure you were here at all. All that is real is my getting up at four thirty, mess kits, soldiers and more soldiers, files, files, files, letters – dictation – letters from home – spies, saboteurs, communists, foreigners who never did anything except be smart enough to come to America; and the sun and palm trees etc., that is Miami. – Everything else too is unreal! – Home is like a mythical fairyland, a Shangri La. How I long to regain that happiness of being home! How I would like to have our old gang together without the shadow of war and separation staring us all in the face. I wonder if Bob and Tom and George and Murray and Herb and Brooks and Willet, and Bill Moore and Pete will all get back safely again. Life is simply a series of partings I guess, and nothing is real, nothing is stable and set and fixed in life, and least not now. Finally, after the efforts of several professors has proven fruitless, I do realize what is meant by a dynamic society. I know now dearest as I have never known before that all I want from life is you, a couple of kids, a nice home, and the kind of home life I know we ultimately will have; friends – close friends – our friends now with the inevitable additions – leading a life that to many would seem drab and uninteresting, but our life together – with roots. All My Love – Always and Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9f3491b126b317b77af63d5fe710c3ce.jpg 14ab56c5e61a512524ae120c0de8e6cf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (80) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 221-223 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dear Evelyn, Are you ever surprised to get a letter from me written on a typewriter, or are you. I have been in the office all evening working on my OCS application, and I have finally gotten it to the point where I can send it in to the commanding officer, with the approval of my officer. I don't know yet that I will make the grade. The big thing is to get passed the examining board, and if I can do that, I will be in for sure, probably in the March class. My three choices were U.S. Army Administration, Air Corps Administration, and Medical Corps Administration If all goes well, I will get assigned to the U.S. Army Administration I don't want particularly want either of the others. I don't want Air Corps because it is located here, and I don't think I have any particular aptitude for the Medical Corps end of it. I have gotten some good connections, my Lt. is pulling for me, and one of our privates is a personal friend of my commanding officer, and the Lt. ssid he would get me before the board immediately upon completion of everything that goes on in the preliminary stage. Then if I can get the approval of the board, our Sergeant knows a guy who can fix it up so that I can make school pretty quickly. So as I said before, the board is the big problem. Not much news as far as my work here is concerned. Sunday I did go out to see the Bellars, and had an enjoyable afternoon and evening. I'm going out there again this coming Sunday. They enjoyed you so much, and were quite hopeful that you and I would be stationed here for the duration. Last night, I worked on my application, and heard a very interesting lecture by one of our boys, Painter by name, who is-by his own admission- the worlds leading authority on homosexual relations. No fooling, I guess he really is. He has written, and published, a couple of books on the subject, and has traveled all over the world to study it. Isn't that the damnedest thing to be a specialist in- I really got an education however, as did a couple of other boys in the office. He is not one himself, but became interested while in college because his room mate was. He is a minister and is a graduate of Yale, and of the Union Theological Seminary. When we run out of conversational matter- about 20 or 30 years hence- I'll tell you all about it. Tonight, Dick Taylor, the boy who is from Harvard, Middlebury, and the State Department, and I blew ourselves again, and went oy to dinner at this Francis K Powells here on the Beach. We had a wonderful meal, better than Marzettis, and they were so nice to us that they kept bringing us seconds of everything, and three kinds of desert. They really go all out for a uniform, probably because only colonels etc. eat there ordinarily, and a buck private is a rarity. There isn't much else of a newsy nature to write. The weather is getting positively scorching now, and it must be around ninety in this room I'm in. Darling did you go down to mom's last weekend- How is she, and what was the general trend of the conversation between you- What did you talk about, as if I didn't know. Write and me al about it. I got your letter with the pictures in it, and I'm having them developed right away. Also, just as kind of a hint, how are the Stark cookies coming along- My roommates, and the boys in the office are always bringing stuff around, and I keep telling them I'm just an orphan, and that I sure am glad they're not. Sweetheart, the moon is very beautiful down here now. I really wish you were here to help me enjoy it. A moon isn't much fun without you around to explain it all to me, and to lend thy soft presence to make the scene really perfect. Dearest, when we do get together again, I'll never let you go, you wait and see. I hope we can work out a deal whereby I can be home in March before O.C.S. anytime I see you is a good time. And if I do get home, you had better take time off to be with me, or I won't kiss you in front of the alter. I'll sick my tongue out, and make faces at you right in front of who ever marries us. You wait and see. Well dearest, you little soldier boy is sleepy, and must get to bed right away. So goodnight darling, and I love you more and more, and anticipate the time when we can be together once again, and the time when it will be for keeps. What a wonderful day that will be. I'll be so nervous that I won't know what to do. We'd better get married with no one else around. ALL MY LOVE ALWAYS, DICK. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6414e2be65dee646d64bccd678fa4565.jpg d0a8b64277e683cf53a91d689d804583 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (81) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 225-226 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida January 14, 1943 Wednesday Evening Dearest Evelyn, Please forgive both the pencil and the handwriting, darling; but my pen is dry, and I am writing this in the bathroom after lights out. Life is still about as always, although I’m not as jittery and homesick as I was Sunday. I hope you didn’t get too alarmed at that letter dear, but I was missing you dreadfully then. There is nothing new to report as far as the job is concerned. I did go out Monday night “sneaking up a back alley,” as Maloney would say. But, so far nothing has come of it. Tuesday was one of my bad days. I couldn’t find anything I wanted, and Wednesday – today – was just the opposite! My work was all finished early and I loafed all day. Last night, four of us went to the movies and saw The Commandos Strike at Dawn, which was more than a little rotten I thought. Tonight, I had the best time I’ve had since you left. Dick Taylor and I – he’s the Harvard boy who taught at Middlebury and worked in the State Dept. for awhile – went to the movies directly after work, and saw Journey for Margaret, which was quite good we both thought. After the movies, we ate in a new place here on the beach, and it was undoubtedly the nicest place I have found since Marzettti’s. – The price was breath taking, but well worth it. – Before during, and after the meal, we held quite a bull session. Dick was an exchange student in Germany in 1939 – the summer you and I were getting acquainted sweetheart – and he was there when the war broke out. We talked and talked, and have a lot more yet to do. – I’m becoming educated yet honey! Isn’t that a surprise? Dear, you’ve been writing me the most wonderful letters lately. I got another very super one today. I know what you mean about missing that sitting across the table from one another. So do I honey. You have no idea how much tougher it is not to have you with me now than it was before you came down. I see you every place sweetheart. You are always with me, and I just keep right on loving you more and more than ever before. You are mine dearest, and for always. Don’t ever forget, will you? Somehow, I can still see a white frame house with green shutters, and snow and you waiting at the door for me as I come up the walk. I know all that must come true just that way someday. Heaven could give me no more than that. I even know what our everyday will be like: It may be a dull life measured by some standards, but we will have it as we want it, won’t we sweetness? Are you still preparing for this summer honey, - Don’t quit, and don’t weaken, I can’t wait longer than that I know. – How about you? – Good night dearest, I love you now, and forever, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6915a85dcd1f46d75f16e21e77158cf0.jpg 6836b863962832a1cb03ae6791513245 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (82) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 228-229 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida January 16, 1943 Thursday - ? = I guess its Friday now! I get mixed up. Dearest Evelyn, There is a full, or nearly full moon over Miami tonight. A soft breeze is blowing, as always, into the gently swaying leaves of the palm trees, and the roar of the ocean is even more audible than usual through my window. Darling, I am lonely. I miss you dreadfully tonight as I have for the past week. I guess a real reaction has set in since you left. Early summer, and the beginning of a truly perfect life with you seems so dreadfully distant, sweetheart. How I long for you tonight, and under different conditions, what a wonderful place this could be for you and I. In my minds’ eye is a vision of moonlight nights as viewed from your front porch. How well I remember those scenes! The moonlight over the fields, the orchard across the road, the crickets, the frogs in the background; the noises that scared me, you thought. – Actually I was just being careful though. – Ha! The swing squeaking, and you and I there together in the country stillness, which emphasized those sounds that might have gone unnoticed amidst the noise of the city. I can see you honey, and feel your presence beside me, and hear you talk to me, and feel your lips and body against mine. – All of those things are always with me, but tonight there is an even greater clarity than usual. I told you the other day how far away, how unreal everything was at home. Tonight it isn’t a dreamy thing! You’re almost right here beside me dearest. Do you mind? But darling, that’s all in the past. Those days were very wonderful, and yet I feel that we have something even more wonderful in store for us! For our life from this summer on is going to be an unbroken series of grand living – together! Can you stand me forever sweetheart? I know we’re going to have a struggle in order to just keep alive. We’ll not have any money – probably even – if I stay in teaching after the war is over. But, what we do get will be all the dearer to us for the effort made. – Yet, if Dick Taylor’s and my plans should, just by luck, go through, your life for awhile at least may be a pretty interesting one. We are very definitely going to try to get into Post War Administration, and if we should happen to do it heaven only knows what countries you may see. – I know I’m looking a long way ahead, and I may not ever get into O.C.S., or get through it, but somehow I think that I shall. If I don’t make the grade honey, please don’t give me the cold shoulder, it’ll just be that I haven’t got what it takes, not that I won’t be giving everything I’ve got. Well sweetheart, this has been an awfully sentimental letter I know, but I feel very sentimental tonight, and I do love you so very much, that I can’t help being that way. Do you mind? Good night darling, and All My Love – Forever & ever, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/72dabf9303e75368162b253e3563a6c9.jpg 3d2646631321a713ab70b6bf3ee0b5cc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (83) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 231 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida January 17, 1943 Sunday Afternoon Dearest Evelyn, I’m going to make this a short letter darling, because I’m going to go over and call on the Bellars. – I haven’t been over since you left, and I think I ought to go. As usual, there isn’t much news. Last night I went to Miami with some of the boys, had a huge steak, went to the movies and saw China Girl, which was not so hot, and then drank beer. We got in after hours, but as usual, nothing was either said or done. You and I could have stayed out a lot longer together had I only known about how easy it is to do. The Lt. who had been our Assistant Officer was promoted and took complete charge of our office. – This is very good, because it means that things will stack up about the same as before with regard to school, etc, I‘m going to try and make the March class if it is at all possible. The Post War Programs is out as far as we’re concerned I’m afraid. They want older men. – Well honey, you talk about my picture drawing comments, you ought to hear what they say about yours. I really do burst with pride, and boy do I love it when they tell me how pretty you are, or that you look like a real girl. – You are a real girl darling, and you’re mine, and I’ll never never let you go. I just love you and miss you, and want you so hard that it hurts me to even think about it. I dream about you at night, and day dream all day dearest. Write to me real often, I do love to hear from you; short letters or long ones make no difference. You’re just it, and hearing from you helps a lot. All My Love – Always Sweetheart, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d80c6e2119c687172aa6b90026849893.jpg d83cfbb43a6d87b1071fbca350fc8926 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (84) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 232-233 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, Yes, I’m at the typewriter again, which indicates that I have been working in the office all evening, and have just now gotten finished. Darling everything has been sort of topsy turvy for me this last week. I have really been busy, particularly so today. We really got out a lot of work. Earlier in the week I was busy getting my application for OCS in shape. Today, I gave it to my Lt. for his rating, and tomorrow it goes to my commanding officer for his approval or rejection. I think that he will approve it allright, from what I can gather from the Lt.’s secretary, it was real recommendation. It may even be good enough to carry me past the examing board without very much trouble at all. I surely hope so. Honey, that damned application is all that I have had on my mind for the last week. I want school so badly, and I want that commission even more badly. Why- for just one reason really. You ought to know what that reason is. I want to graduate in June, and then take up a little matter with a girl I know relative to the pros, and cons of getting married. I guess you may have heard something of that story before, but I just don’t want you to forget about it. Let’s keep our fingers crossed for the next few weeks sweetheart. If I get in the damned school no power on earth is going to get me out of it without a commission. As far as outside activities are concerned, I have done nothing all week. Monday and Tuesday, I worked late in the office on my application, Wed. our whole hotel was restricted for having dirty rooms, and Thursday – last night – I went to bed early. This morning I didn’t fall out for drill, and so far havent’ heard anything about it. Whether I do or not I don’t know, but I was really sleepy this morning, and whatever the punishment, it will be worth it. Tonight, we worked, and most of the other boys have gone home except Maloney and I, he too is writing a letter to his girl, and I'LL bet is really spreading it. He doesn’t have a girl like MINE, and he has to give her a line – he thinks; I used to kind of do the same thing didn’t I – so did you. Tomorrow night my plans are very indefinite, I may just stay home again, but Sunday I’m going out to Bellars again. Beyond that you can’t figure in this army. By the way, I read the letter you wrote the Bellars, when I was out there last Sunday, and it was a might nice one. I’m really glad that you went down home last week end, and had a good time. I really enjoyed finding out about mom from a reliable source. Id o write mom just about as often as I do you, but honey, it is really impossible to write every day or even every couple of days. I just simply have too much to do. You know that it isn’t that I don’t want to write either of you. S to telling her about my associates, I did do that. But I couldn’t tell her in a letter very much about what my duties are except in a general way. I’m under oath not to. I relied on you to transmit that information to her personally. I got a letter from her today, and she remarked about how much she enjoyed having you down – Why don’t you two get together again before too long? I’m glad you are going down to June’s this week end. Somehow, I feel that Bob, and I will be with you both, drinking beer, playing gin rummie, and eating and talking our heads off. I got a letter from Bob this week, and he had been up before the board for OCS, but didn’t know as yet how he came out. From what he said, the infantry must be a really tough branch. You will probably know more about his making OCS than I will by the time you get my letter. How about writing, and telling me all about it? Also, what about Jane, and her boyfriend – Are they still at it- Well darlingest, it is now way past my bedtime, and I must get up in the morning as always, and get to work. I’m going to knock off for now, but I’ll be writing again real soon. I love to get your letters sweetness. Every noon, I hurry over to the hotel to see whether or not anything has come from you. How glad I will be when I can rush home every noon just to see you, and find out whether or not you still love me, and don’t regret our bargain. I surely hope that you never will be sorry for marrying me, sweet. Will you be as glad I shall be if I do make OCS, and get a commission in June, or sooner – Be a good girl honey, and write to me, and keep in loving me, as I am keeping on loving you, more and more all the time. All I really am living for now is that day this coming summer when I can take you in my arms, and say you’re really mine now darling forever and ever. All My Love – Always DICK http://66.213.124.233/files/original/00f613e1d8025950b3d8438aed91f366.jpg d5c632c571815bcb873016853d29cdf1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (85) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 234-235 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Monday Dearest Evelyn, It is almost lunch time again, and my work is all caught up, so I figured that now would be an excellent time to write my honey. Friday night I worked in the office as I told you, and Saturday was a pretty light one, comparatively speaking, I loaded the day away. Saturday night, I went to Miami, and ate at the Miami hangers out special place: The M & M restaurant. The food was really marvelous. That’s one that we missed, darling. After that, I went to a perfectly charming beer garden with one of the boys from the office, and remained for the evening. Budweiser was on tap, and we only had to buy about one round for ourselves. The customers were setting them up for the soldiers. They had a waitress there who used to sing-many years ago- in German Opera, and every now and then she would sing for us. The bartender put on a couple of acts, as did the customers. Bob would really have enjoyed himself had he been there. To top it all off, a man and his wife who were there decided that gas rationing, and the elimination of pleasure driving or not, we were not going to get back to the Beach any other was than in their car. Sunday, I went out to Bellars, and we took a ride out to Oppa Loca, took some pictures, and generally fooled around. Last night we ate at Harveys, and I came back and went to bed early. This morning was inspection again, and I passed, our room and our floor were about the best in the hotel apparently. After struggling through my OCS application, I found out that I would have to do it all over because of about two mistakes. I persuaded our typists to type it for me this time however. Everything is ok except passing the board. I’ll get before them pretty rapidly, I worked out a deal with a guy on that. And if I get passed the board, I’ll get to school quickly because we have a deal cooking there too. So we still have to keep our fingers crossed. I should know one way or the other in a couple of weeks if all goes well. Well darling, how was June, and what is the news from Bob. Tell me all about your week end. You’re surely an old week end gad about, aren’t you? When are you going to stay home, and write your honey a letter twenty pages long, and also when are you going to come up with some more of that wonderful candy, or those Toll House cookies? I’m getting awfully hungry. I wouldn’t hint understand, I’m above that. Ha. Sweet, I’m going to knock off now, and go to lunch. I love you and miss you more than you know. One of our boys wife is coming down today, and I surely wish that it was you coming back. Have you figured out how long it is until June. It isn’t too long, and yet its awfully far away from my point of view. Love miss and want me sweet, because I really have got that yes for you. All My Love – Always, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f699030ff9404e1eb44effc99bb508a8.jpg dba91feed7a2fae473bf855e29db1d44 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (86) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 238-239 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Post Marked Miami, Florida ---January 29, 1943 Thursday Dearest Evelyn, Today is about as blue a day as I have had in the army. Never was I more homesick, and never did I have a greater desire to see you and be home with you. The letter you wrote Sunday may have something to do with it--undoubtedly does--but if I don't get to go to O.C. S. very shortly, I'm going to ask to be transferred out of here. We're not really rendering a great deal of service to the was effort in my judgement, and this place is reminiscent of a boy scout camp. I honestly feel that I was of more service to the country when I was teaching than I am now. Darling, I guess all of this grouching is just indicative of the tremendous fact of my love for you. How happy I'll be when June comes! And how very much I hope that I'll be in a position to properly take care of you sweetheart. This being away from you is hard, but as you say, it does make us realize how very lucky we really were, and how much we did have together, and how strong our love really is. I've told you time and time again that I love you, but all I can do now is say that it grows stronger and stronger by the day. I too have memories of us together dearest, and they are all beautiful ones. I could go ahead and recall them page after page, and hour after hour; for they are always with me. There composite total forms whatever soul and spirit, religion, and pride that I have. Sweetheart, you are truly everything in my life. All else either led up to my meeting you, or else has been spun like a spiders' web out of everything you have been, and are to me. Now as to what little news there is: I have done very little of any importance all week. I had to do my O.C.S. application all over again because of about three very minor mistakes. However, I did finally get it right, and got an excellent recommendation from my commanding officer --whom I never saw before in my life. I sold him a bill of goods I guess. I also really got a wonderful rating plus a letter from my own officer, so I guess it's entirely up to the O.C.S. Board now. I have no way of knowing how soon they'll call me for my interview, but I hope it will be soon. I got a letter from Murry and Essie this week, and their baby was, and is, a howling success. A baby girl, Ellen Jane, by name. Murray is now a Captain, and I guess very proud of that fact. He said that Pinky Feiryshein is being made a Lt. Colonel and is being sent to Command and General Staff school in Ft. Leavenworth Kansas. He'll wind up a General the way he's going now. It is nearing payday, and I am in my usual before payday state; consequently, I am pretty sure of spending a very quiet weekend. Now don't scold me dearest, I've got about fifteen dollars on loan, and that plus my war bond and insurance amounts to quite a sizeable saving for the months, don't you think? Dearest, so far the cookie situation hasn't cleared up a bit -- they haven't come through as yet, however I do still have hopes. My mouth is watering, and you're awfully wonderful to send them. Well sweetheart, I'm going to quit for now and go to lunch--dinner rather--so write, and keep writing me, and above all else, sweetheart, don't ever quit loving me. Because I do love you more than anything else in this world. Did you guess that darling? All My Love, For always and always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a870b3d0c002605dda52cd1b07600807.jpg 0948d7f0d48004ac03e71bcd72a3a096 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (87) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 240-241 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, I’m now more firmly convinced than ever that I have the most wonderful, and the swellest girl in all the world. So too are my roommates, and the boys at the office. The cookies were wonderful, and we all really enjoyed them a lot darling. I never could choose which brand I like best, because I like them both very much. If you have any other recipes that you want to try out on me now, go ahead, and perhaps that will make some difference as to my final opinion on the matter. No sweet, I wouldn’t hint for the world. Life around here follows a definite pattern anymore. It is now Sunday, but I even came to the office today-although all I am going to do is write my honey. I think I spend more time here, and with the boys who work with me that I do anywhere else. Last night Maloney and I went out and had a few beers, and spent a very enjoyable evening lying to one another, and generally fanning the breeze about every subject under the sun. We got home around twelve in a very jovial frame of mind, and then I slept until noon- we had no reveille this morning-when I was awakened by my roommate bringing in a letter from my sweetheart. Next to being awakened by her in person, it was wonderful to be awakened by the presence of a letter from her. All day today, we have loafed around. We went out to dinner-Taylor’s father sent him fifty dollars, and so I was enlisted to help him spend it. Then I helped him write a letter which has been bothering him for some time. It seems that he can’t get a commission in the Army because of the fact that he is accused of being a Nazi. Imagine a man working in our office accused of anything like that. It obviously is based on rumor, and so I outlined his course of action for him. Never a dull day around here. Almost everyone in the office has something sensational connected with them, I sometime think that I am too much the average man. Friday night you would have loved had you been here. We went across the 41st bridge --the narrow one, and to the drug store on the corner where I met you in the evening dearest, and had a sandwich. While on the way over there, we got caught in the most torrential downpour of rain it has ever been my misfortune to even see. We were soaked to the skin, and my only clean uniform was ruined. After getting dried off somewhat, we decided to brave the storm, and cross the street to the movie. However, the water was then up to our knees, and was coming in the front of the drug store. So we rolled up our pants legs, took off our GI shoes, and waded across the street. Imagine the amount of attention we received as we walked down the aisle of the theater, shoes in hand, and barefoot as we could be. The movie was well worth it however, it was one of the Andy Handy series. And I really get a kick out of those things. My OCS application goes on apace: As I told you the other day, I did get the approval of my commanding officer, and a swell rating from the head of our department. The application came through to me, and I investigated myself, and wasted no time about it either. It is now back in the hands of the OCS office, and all that remains is the interview with the Board. The sooner I get before them the better, but it may be this week, in fact, I may have been before them by the time you get this letter. The new Lt. whom I told you about- the one who is the Georgia politician- swears that I’ll get put in ahead of all the others, or else he will do nothing to expedite investigation on the men the OCS office want to make the grade. I think that he will look out for me rather well. He is really a wonderful fellow, and I couldn’t ask for a better break than to work under him. He’s a gambler of the old school, and this week we are going to the dog races together. He “guarantees’ that I will make plenty of money. The other night he wanted me to go down for him, and play them on a percentage basis, because he had to go to a meeting, I didn’t, and the next day he was mad as hell at me, because he figured that we could have made – had we played the dogs he wanted to- about a hundred dollars apiece. When I see you, I can tell you story after story about him. He’s one of the few real “characters” that Damon Runyon has missed writing about. Well, sweetheart, if I don’t make OCS, I have decided to go to Cryptography school, with Maloney, and learn all about codes. I think that if I do that, I might get a chance to go over seas in that capacity, and if I don’t get to school, I think that is where I want to go. Maloney leaves in two weeks. Darling, I wish that you could be here with me. That letter of discontent that I wrote the other day was indicative of only one thing really. That is that I love you, and miss you terribly. You’re my honey dearest, and I love you so very much that it hurts me not to have you right with me all the time. Love me, and if I don’t get approval of the Board for OCS, don’t decide that we can’t get married until the war is over. I think that we ought to get married no matter what. I would like to have your opinion on that score sweet. Write and give me your ideas please. It’s important. Honey, I’m going to quit for now, but I’ll write often this week, and tell you how everything is coming along. Keep your fingers crossed for me, and don’t ever stop loving me, no matter what may happen. Write, and keep on writing. Getting letters from you every day or so is wonderful, and believe me when I tell you that the only reason I don’t do likewise is because I’ve go so many other things to do in such a very short time. It certainly isn’t because I don’t think about you, because I think about you all the time. I have found the most wonderful place for day dreaming, and I occupy it constantly. All of My Love Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1a5b388884fd15512e4bba0678d90a4b.jpg fc3c19d9ea0cf723915cc5982bc62a1b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (88) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 242-243 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, Imagine how wonderful it was to me to receive two letters from my honey on the same day, and one of them a wonderful ten page affair. How I wish that I could have been there to help you write it. And HOW I would have LOVED to have been with you for last week end. The whole thing sounded marvelous. Tell me, was the chicken that you had the one that I tried to run over one Sunday afternoon just before I left, in order that we might have chicken for Sunday evening’s snack? Yes, darling, we would most certainly have chased your brother off the lounge, but as to whether or not we would have gotten much reading done- I wonder. Those Sundays, as I have doubtless told you a million times were the greatest delight I had and all the many delights I had with you. For then it was just us, and no one else in the world mattered a damn. I know in my mind and heart that that is the way it will be for us always, and I very much fear that you will have to really prod me to get me to move from your immediate vicinity to go visit anyone, or to do very much of anything else except have perpetual Sundays, with you the rest of my life. Do you mind? The S-2 section of B.T.C. is just as it always is. We work awhile, and then loaf an even longer time, crab at one another constantly by day, and then are inseparable by night. Tonight is typical: Maloney, Taylor and I went out to dinner together, and had a wonderful chat about everything under the sun, including a further lecture on little old New York administered by Maloney, and a discussion by Taylor on South American oddities-he’s an authority on South America. Now the three of us have come back to the office, and are each occupying a typewriter, busily engaged in writing letters. In answer to your questions about Maloney, his first name is Melvin, and the middle one is Daniel. He has worked on almost every paper in New York, and has also held about a million other jobs. When the war is over, you and I are going to New York, and visit him. I think that he can really show us the city, as it is not given to very many from the mid west to see it, unless they live there a long time. He says that his tour will definitely not be a sightseeing one from the top of a bus. Incidentally, he is leaving us either this week or next, unless we can persuade him to change his mind, and return to New York, to attend Cryptography school. If my other plans don’t work out, I may soon follow him. Speaking of my other plans, and I know I speak of nothing else, I may possibly go before the Board before you get this letter. Possibly tomorrow night. I don’t have too much confidence in myself darling. Not only is this Board intrinsically tough, but only recently the quotas for almost all schools have been greatly lowered, and consequently, the standards have increased considerably. I’m telling you this not as an alibi, because I think that I should still pass with flying colors, but it is the truth. If I don’t get by them, I still have a good set up right here. I have no doubt that before too long, I’ll have a good sergeantcy, with charge of this office entirely. That was what they intimated today, in an effort to get me to change my mind about leaving with Maloney in the event that my OCS doesn’t go as planned. Darling, today should have been the happiest of all days in the month for me, because it was payday, but for some reason or other, I only got fourteen dollars, and fifteen cents. I don’t know why, but I do know that the finance department and I are going to confer tomorrow on the subject. It was just luck that I had saved about ten dollars out of last months pay, or I would really have been in a sad fix. Not that I’m now anyway. I guess that all the stories that I have heard about the Army pay methods are true. Damn it?*-¢@. The most important other bit of news right now is that mom is coming to Miami this month for sure. I got a wire from her today, telling me that she is leaving Columbus the eleventh of this month, unless my plans are suddenly changed. Will I ever be glad to see her. Sweet, just to think that it has now been over a month since I have last seen you, and then only for that short, wonderful week. How glad I shall be for a furlough, and how I will enjoy coming home once more. I don’t know when it will be, but I do know that it can’t be to far away. The last of April, or the first of May at the outside. Will you be happy then? Boy I really will. Write to me dearest, and love me, and never stop. I love you, and miss you tremendously. And, on how I hope that I get by that Board, so that we can take care of a little matrimonial matter. All My Love…Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e51607dc77fae82b537d52e217d12e2c.jpg 708237109feb3d601570d183af092a04 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (89) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 244 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, I’m pretty excited right now, because I have just been before the OCS Board, and I think that I made it. I’m not sure that I did however. But, at any rate, tomorrow morning I ought to know whether I’m man or mouse. If I did make it, it was probably for any of three schools: Army Administration, Intelligence, or Medical Administrative. Of the three I would guess that they send me to Medical Administrative. There is a class that starts in that on Washington’s Birthday, and I guess that it is only an eight weeks course. If I go to it, and if I get through it- and they are both big ifs, I will probably be a Lt. in April. But don’t get your hopes aroused. I might not make it in any of the three branches. Or in any thing else for that matter. As a rule the Board tells the men whether or not they made it almost immediately after they leave the room. However, when the officer came in to call for the next candidate, all he did was look at me and grin. I don’t know whether it was an encouraging grin, or whether it was an attempt to smother a laugh. But, I’ve got to know by tomorrow surely. If I find out that I did make, I’ll more than likely send you a wire. Otherwise, I’ll write you the bad news. So, if you haven't already found out by the time you get this letter, you’ll know that I didn’t do too well. In which case, I’ll find out definitely what the score is with regard to my taking over the running of the S-2 office, and if the chances aren’t too good, I’ll turn casual, and get shipped to some other post. Oh darling, I do hope I make it, not only for my sake, because I’d get along allright as an enlisted man, but rather for the sake of our being together for ever and ever. The sooner that I get to school, and get a commission, the sooner you and I can be together for always, and I want that very much. Do you? -I guess that is a silly question, come to think of it. But I love to hear you tell me that you love me. If I don’t ever get to be an officer, please don’t ever forsake me. You know that I tried with everything that I’ve got. Well sweetheart, this is a very peculiar letter I know, and I’ll write you a much longer one later, but I’ve got to get out of here now, I’m too excited- still to stay in one place very long. All My Love – Always, and Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cc06f7375eb3df388845fc9d6eb53073.jpg bb8138e6728ca9f195675aa0dda9b9be Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (90) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 246-247of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, This is the hardest letter that I have ever had to write: I’m not going to beat around the bush- I flunked my OCS physical this morning. It seems that if there is no vision in one eye, the other must be correctable to 20/20. Mine corrected-according to the Medics- to 20/30. Consequently, I can’t go to school now or ever, unless I can find some army Dr. who will give me a break. My officers, and in fact almost every officer here at headquarters including the new colonel tried to get something accomplished for me. But all was to no avail. I took my oral exam as I told you Thursday night, and passed as I wired you Friday, but this physical was something I could do nothing about. The order which prevented me from going was a new one, and these officers didn’t even know anything about it. As a matter of actual fact, I had a very high mark from the OCS Board here. High enough to jump me over about a hundred other men who had also passed the Board earlier, and get me sent to school in the next shipment of men. I qualified for all three schools that I applied for, and placed high in all three of them. I was slated to go to Pennsylvania the 19th of this month. By next week this time, I would probably have been home in your arms. But I guess that’s out now. The school was Medical Administrative, and there was a good chance that from there I would have been sent directly to another school in Harrisburg, PA in Intelligence, and commissioned a First Lt. Those were the plans here. I’m sitting tight right now, hoping that something good will come of this. I may be able eventually to talk somebody into letting me get by on that -*-* eye chart. I also am writing Murray asking for all of the influence that he can get including, of course, his father. If I can think of any other angles I’m going to play them. Including – probably before I’m finished- the former Governor of Georgia, the senator from the same state, and of course all of the Ohio Republicans in Ohio. If I can’t get any action that way, I’m going to have two possibilities left: First, if I stay here, eventually- probably about 1980, but eventually, I will probably be able to get a commission direct, without going to school or anything else. The other possibility is that I do nothing more to get a commission. I’ll probably be made a Sergeant before long, and by summer, I might be a Tech Sergeant at least. So darling, the chances of our getting married are for a moment at least, knocked into a cocked hat, unless you want to be poor, and the wife of an enlisted man, rather than an officer. I’m sorry, sorrier than you’ll ever know. But that’s the way things are now. I love you dearest, more than you’ll ever realize. I know that this won’t make any difference in the way things are with us, but I guess any plans for this summer are out now, unless something happens rather quickly. Love me, and believe in me, and maybe everything will come out OK. Can you love a sergeant sweetheart? All My Love Always and Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c46effa9b8da6cabda75a555b92ad174.jpg 63e2e06f4fce160ac49c301ce8ec5789 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (91) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 249-250 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida February 9, 1943 Dearest Evelyn, I was pretty surprised to get the reaction I did from you regarding my rather silly question about your feelings on the subject of our getting married. Darling, of course I’m sure that’s what I want. There’s nothing else that I’ve been planning on and looking forward to since that New Years Eve when I first told you that I loved you. There hasn’t been any other girl for me all during that time, and there never will be. If I had thought that you would have married me last summer, or this fall before I was inducted; or when you were down here, we wouldn’t have any such problems to worry about now. But always when I asked you, you would say wait! What else could I do? I felt all along that by summer I would have a commission in the Army. I knew that if I did, we could be married and could live comfortably without any worries of a financial nature. I looked forward to that day because I didn’t want you to have to worry, or live in a little dumpy apartment and have to skimp to keep things going. In short, I wanted to avoid anything that would cause even a little cloud over what I know will be a perfect marriage. Now, however, my chances of ever getting a chance to become an officer depend on whether I can even pass that eye examination, or on the chance that they may relax standards a little. If they don’t I’ll just have to take my chances of getting enough of a rating as an enlisted man. And heaven only knows how good those chances may be. It will mean, even if I’m lucky, that we’ll have to struggle to make ends meet. But darling, if you’ll have me, I’d marry you tomorrow standing naked in a snow drift. – It’s going to be whenever and wherever you say. I’m disappointed in not getting sent to O.C.S. only because I wanted it for you, and for what it would mean to us. If you don’t care whether I make it or not, and if you’ll still marry me, then I don’t care either. As to my going to Crypt. School, I shouldn’t even have to mention it. I guess that was just what you’d call soldier talk. Maloney was leaving – he has left now – and I thought it sounded darned interesting. To any soldier here on the Beach, a chance to go any place different seems good. That was all there was to that. Maybe I’m incoherent darling, and very hard to figure out, but that’s as clear a summary of my feelings as I can give you. I love you, and want you, and I’m very, very sure. So please – whenever you’re ready – forgive that letter, and get ready to marry me. If you want to quit teaching and come here now, there’s nothing I’d rather have than that. Write to me, and love me, and tear up that application for physical therapy school. All My Love, Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c8de8e5ca89051952b5bc26f41368c59.jpg 9268e7b616427beca21be05f0f049d7e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (92) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 251-252 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, Yes, this is the second letter today, but I just felt like talking to you, so here I am. Sweetheart, I’m mighty blue tonight. Nothing seems to go right for me any place right now. I don’t know what to do honey, and I need your advice. I had only planned to stay in Miami until I passed the Board for OCS, and got sent to school. Now, I doubt really whether we’ll ever be able to figure out a way to get me past that damned physical. Consequently, my original goal is shot. I don’t know now whether the sergeant in charge of our office is going to leave, but I’m beginning to think that all of his talk along that line was just hot air. At any rate, now that Maloney has gone, I’m being moved out of the office, and into his job of actual investigation. I was told that it was only to give me experience for the big job of running the office, but I wonder now whether that isn’t a good way to side track me. There has been a lot of talk about my being made a corporal or a sergeant yet this month, but so far, that is just talk. If I stay here, I may not be among the first three grades of sergeants by spring, and if I’m not, we wouldn’t be allowed to live together, unless plenty of strings were pulled. All in all, things don’t look as rosy as they seemed to all along. If I ask to leave here, I may be kept anyways in Miami Beach as a lecturer. Had I gone into that in the first place, and forgotten about this being “the most honorable branch in the service” I would be a sergeant now, with excellent chances for advancement in the near future. If I do get shipped out, I more than likely would be placed in the same kind of work I’m now doing, wherever I go. However, furloughs would probably be much easier to get, and I could be home oftener. The way things are here now, I would only be eligible for my first furlough as an enlisted man at the end of six months. In other words, I still would have three months to go. Also, I might- if I leave – find a set up, where the sergeant in charge was due to leave, and I could possibly fall into a good job quick. All in all, I guess the story is that I’m disgusted over not passing my physical, and want to get away from here as fast as possible. What should I do? Darling, I miss you so very much right now. I need you here to cheer me up. I’m so ashamed of not getting to go to school, and so disappointed on your account. I guess that’s the only real reason why I wanted it all so badly. Now that the bubble has burst there, I have got to make a fresh start as far as plans are concerned for my Army future. --- Oh, forget about it sweetheart. I’ll struggle through it someway, and make you proud of me yet. Last Sunday morning I was awakened by Pete Trego yelling at me. He had come in from Bocca Raton, and we really spent the day talking everything over. He’s about in the same boat that I am. He has been through two schools, and is still a private, with prospects none to good of being anything else for quite a while. We got last falls football schedule played, and agreed that we would have a really fine team when we get back. Also, we wondered about our basketball team, and why it isn’t doing so well. Pete says at Heskett is the third high point man in the state so far this year. I guess we really can turn them out, even if they do leave, and go elsewhere. Also, he thought and I agreed that you and Betty ought to come down here for good, as soon as school is out, even though neither of us have any ratings of any kind. We could at least be together in the evenings, and all day Sunday, and we could get by somehow. Maybe you could even get a teaching job down here. It mightn’t be as interesting as physical therapy school, but it would be a whole lot more interesting to me. Damn it, we just can’t wait any longer honey. When school is out, I’ll ask for my first furlough, no matter whether I stay here or where I am, and we’ll—I forgot, you didn’t want to discuss that subject any further. But, we will anyway, if you’ll have me. Oh dearest, it’s almost Valentine’s day, and although I can’t do much more than send you a Valentine this year, don’t think that my love for you isn’t deeper than it ever was. It increases with every disappointment, because I realize just how much I’m counting on having you. You’re my Valentine, and I surely want to be yours, not only on Valentine’s day but forever, throughout all the years to come. I’m very humble right now, and on my knees to you, begging you and coaxing you not to ever think of anything but us for always. There aren’t any new ways of saying the old words of love, but even if there were, I should still use the ones now in existence. I love you Evelyn. I love no one else in the whole world but you, and I want nothing else but you near to me. If you’ll have me, I don’t care whether we live in one room or in a mansion. I don’t even care whether we never leave Grove City or not after the war. If I can make you happy there, then that shall be all I want. On the other hand, if you want the moon, I’ll try and get a step ladder someplace, and climb after it for you. I imagine that this is an even more incoherent letter than was the one that drew your wrath down upon my head, but it isn’t that my thinking is incoherent regarding you. It’s just that the only clear thing in my mind right now is my wanting you so much, and not seeing any sure way of accomplishing my aim right now. Understand me as you always do sweetness, and don’t for a minute forget me, or forget us together. I’ll be all right, and so will everything regarding our future. All My Love- Forever, and Ever, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dcdeba145b63c25e252147d8bcda3c6e.jpg de468a3d390f3f04dc908042c9030956 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (93) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 255-257 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Thursday evening Dearest Evelyn, Honey, I hope that you don’t mind my writing you all the time on the typewriter, but it really is a lot more comfortable to sit here, and peck away than it is to lie on my bed at the hotel under a very poor light, and scribble away. Speaking of writing, I have only gotten one letter from you all week, plus your very nice telegram of congratulations. Are you really mad at me darling? Please don’t be. I really have felt bad ever since I got that letter from you the other day.—That on top of everything else that has happened in the last week have made life pretty miserable for me, no kidding. I started on my new job of sleuthing yesterday with a vengeance. When we listen to Sherlock Holmes, Ellery Queen etc. we should be able to really dope them out. I think that I will like this much better than general office work. I get to go practically any place I want to at any time, and so that makes just one less restriction that I have to put up with in this mans army. There is a new table of organization out, which I have as yet not seen, but the rumor has it that there is a Tech Sergeant, two sergeants, a corporal, and innumerable PFC ratings included. I figure that if that is the case, I will probably be given the corporals stripes, because we have a couple of fellows who have been here longer than I have who will most likely be made sergeants, and we already have a tech sergeant. However, the chances of my eventually getting the tech stripes are pretty good. All three of those men are 1A and are likely to be shipped out at any time. Certainly if I sit tight I should have things my own way by the end of summer. However, I still don’t know what to do. I’m awaiting a reply to the letter I wrote you the other night asking for advice. A new possibility opened up this afternoon; If I can be assigned to CIC school (counter intelligence corps) I can be made at least a staff sergeant to begin with, upon completion of the course. In that case, I would get to go back into civilian clothes. Probably somewhere in Ohio. The big question along that line is whether or not we can get them to waive on my eyes. The director of our division was here this afternoon, and my Lt. spoke to him about the idea of my getting a crack at it, and the comments- after an interview with me were rather favorable. But, anymore, I’m not predicting anything until it happens. By the way, we are still working on the idea of getting me past that eye examination, and ultimately, something favorable may develop. One thing sure, I have gotten a lot of people interested in me who otherwise would never have heard of me. The Board which recommended me for school have all written requesting my appointment to school anyways. I don’t know how much weight that will carry though. I guess all I can do about anything is just wait, and hope that something good eventually happens to me in this damned mess. At least though I can console myself with the idea that I did make school on every ground except something that I couldn’t help. But that is not a great deal of consolation, is it? I haven’t done a whole lot this week. Monday night, I went over to see the Bellars, and they have moved just this week. Walter has changed jobs, and is now in Shore Patrol, I think as a Chief Petty Officer. So, I guess that his ambition has been realized. Tuesday night I wrote you a letter, and Wednesday night I was Charge of Quarters at the hotel. I had to work until midnight last night. Tomorrow I think that I will go over to Miami, and find out whether Willert is staying at the Columbus Hotel. He wrote me, and said that he thought he would be there – with his new wife - this week end. I’m anxious to see him, and her to for that matter. He then is going up to Bocca Raton to teach, which may turn out to be a break for Pete. I got a nice piece of mail this week: Grove City Library sent me a new book THE LAST TIME I SAW PARIS. I started it last night, and found it to be really quite good. I think that after I finish this letter to you I’ll go back to my room, and read. Mom gets here Saturday morning, and I think that I will probably be able to get off to go and meet her. I hope that her train isn’t as late as yours was, or my boss will be very unhappy. But wait I shall nevertheless. I’ll really be glad to see her, and I know it will make me feel a lot better about everything than I do right now. While she is here, I think that I’ll go and have my eyes checked by an eye specialist to see whether anything can be done to correct my eyes for just long enough to pass one physical exam. That would really be worth a lot of money to me, no kidding. Darling, I have been in the army for three months today. In some ways it seems like three years though. At times I still have the feeling that it is all a horrible dream, and that when I wake up it will be Sunday morning, and you are bending over me getting me to come down stairs for dinner. I thought that at the end of three months I would be sitting pretty, and now everything is still just as uncertain as it ever was for me. I’ve learned a lot however. I’ve learned how to be neat about my clothes, which is something that I surely didn’t know before. I don’t think that you’ll have nearly as much trouble with me along that line as you might have had otherwise. I even pick things up off the floor now, but I could lapse there very easily. It is only because of fairly rigid inspections that I do that. I have learned how to set up a filing system, how to dictate correspondence, and now I’m learning how to be an investigator. I have yet to really learn how to conduct an interview, but eventually that will come too. Also, I have learned how to walk just a little more as one should, and as I know you want me to. So, all and all the experience has proven valuable. The most important thing that I have learned however sweetheart, is how much you really mean to me. I write you letters and tell you how much you mean to me, and maybe they sound to you as though I’m not sure, but-however they sound- I do love you more than anything else in this world. I want you all the time, and I miss you all the time. Every day that we’re apart you are just that much dearer to me. I know now pretty much what life is. It is a quiet evening with you in our home, perhaps with a couple of kids to put to bed, perhaps with some problem to be solved by both of us together, perhaps with friends to entertain, and places to go occasionally. It’s getting up in the morning to fix the fire while you are still warm and peaceful in bed. It’s going to my job whatever it may be, and wherever it is, with a new zest for work, because I’ll know that I’m not just working to give myself food, and clothing, and pleasure, but rather to provide things for you and I together. Life is coming home again in the evening and you at the door of whatever we call home – waiting for me. It’s a lot of other things too, but they are all tied up with you and I in the picture together somewhere. It’s happiness, and love and sorrow, and disappointment shared with you. That’s what I know life really is for me. It isn’t fame, or a lot of money, or brilliance in any way. It is just a simple quiet sort of life, but if you will help me live it, it will be all that any man can ask. Goodnight darling, write to me, and miss me a little, and want me just as hard as I’m wanting you this minute. All My Love for Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/170c2d86951b5d44bef3a16125ba930b.jpg 7f9c8e6d40a44440ea69872e3b9760b2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (94) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 258-259 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Darling, It’s Sunday morning and a very cold one at that. Yesterday and today have been the coldest days that we have had since I’ve been down here. I slept with two blankets last night, and nearly froze to death. However, the sun is out now, and I have hopes that it will get back to normal. As long as I have to live in Florida, I think that I ought to get the benefit of all the warm weather I can. After I once get away from here, I don’t ever plan on coming back. Mother got in yesterday morning, and her train was only an hour late, which I thought was really pretty good, considering the fact that yours was so awfully late when you came down. She looked grand, and I was really glad to see her. She and Frances spent most of the day together, and last night she and I went out to dinner, and had a really wonderful time just talking to one another. I think that she is going to stay about two weeks, which is plenty all right with me. As you said, she couldn’t have come at a better time. I hope that it gets warmer for her than it is now, this is November Ohio weather right now. In one sense however, she picked a bad time to come. For some reason, my hotel is finally getting really strict, and I’m liable to be restricted almost any time. That would be really awful, to plan to meet her some place, and then not be able to get out. We even had to clean our rooms this morning, and were not allowed to go back to bed. And even the rookies get out of that on Sunday. Dick Taylor was restricted last night because there was a little dust on the windowsill, so you can see what it’s like. Honey, I’ll stay home and keep house, you get the job- I really ought to be good at it when this is all over. Friday night, I spent with Willert and his new wife, who is rather nice, but awfully young. However they are crazy about one another, and that is really all that matters. She is only going to have two weeks with him, and then is going back to New Jersey. He thinks that his new assignment is going to call for him to be shipped overseas. He is a First Lt. now, and soon will be a Captain. Honey, there isn’t a thing new in my case. All I’m doing now is waiting to see what finally happens to me. If nothing good ever does, I will ask to be sent somewhere else. But not until I wait a reasonable length of time. The Lt. just told me that he still didn’t know what he would be allowed to give out in the way of ratings. And added that it would be as good as he could possibly give. So, again, I guess that I will just have to wait and see. I still would like to either get to OCS by hook or crook, or else get shipped out of here to some other Base. Yesterday, I heard that a fellow by the name of Frank Gaines is down here, and I think that I will have to look him up. He is Betty Lou Burnett’s husband. – She is one of the kids that I grew up with. I don’t understand why he was drafted, I thought that he was in the FBI, if they’re drafting them now, then it won’t be too long until they start taking Congressmen, Farmers, old women, and men in wheel chairs. Truly, I ran across a case the other day where a man who was drawing a dis-ability pension from the Government for injury received in the last war is down here in the army, a draftee. Sweetheart, the letter I got from you Friday was the most wonderful letter I ever got from anyone. I knew that you would feel the way you do about my missing out on OCS, and I know how much it would mean to be able to tell all your friends that your boy friend is going to be an officer. I’m awfully sorry that I ever wired you at all honey, because I know how disappointed you must have been too. From now on, until anything is actually completely accomplished, I‘m not going to wire you, or get you all excited about it. Maybe nothing else good will ever even look like it is going to happen though. But, at any rate, dear, I know more and more how really wonderful you are, and I’m just that much more in love with you. You’re the most wonderful girl in all the world, and I love you so very much. If you’ll have me, we surely will get married this summer. I don’t know what we’ll live on, or even- at this moment how I’ll ever get you back down here – if I’m still here – but, I want you so much that I’m not going to let my pride stand in the way, if you’ll take me the way I am. It will mean probably that you will have to work, and it will mean a lot of inconvenience for you, in other words it will really be a struggle, but if you will take me as I am, there is nothing in this world I want more. I want you right now as far as that is concerned. How I wish that you were right here beside me and I could tell you all the things you mean to me, in every way I know of. Honey, I did write you as soon as I heard the news about missing out on going to school. Mom must have mis-understood what I meant. I wanted her to call you Sunday and tell you. I hated to make the phone call. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to talk, and I wanted you to know as soon as possible. Am I forgiven? Darling, your cup cakes arrived, much to the satisfaction of my entire floor, they must have known that some sort of food came to me, and they all came down to investigate. After those cookies, and the cup cakes, I’d better get you really married, and really safe from wolves, because I think they all are planning to come to Ohio, and propose to you. Well honey, I’m going to quit for now, and go out and see mother. I may not write as often as usual while she is here, but I’ll write as often as I can. All My Love- Always and Always, DICK http://66.213.124.233/files/original/37b7068f523c229b0e54a4f41d038f58.jpg f98c8b777c9492d1e0c208119dfe8c34 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (95) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 261 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida February 17, 1943 Wednesday Afternoon Dearest Evelyn, This will have to be short, darling, because I’m working and have more work to do. There really isn’t any news at all right now either: Mom is here and we’ve spent our time talking, eating in good restaurants, and seeing the various movies, - It has been too cold here to really see very much of Miami. – The weather is damp, windy, and down to about 38° above. I know that must sound very warm to you, but it really is chilly to me. It looks very much as though my other good friend and boon companion – Private Taylor will also leave the office, and that I’ll be left all alone with no one to drink beer or eat out with. Maybe – if I ever get paid – I’ll finally be able to save some money. Taylor passed the OCS Board last night and will probably (assuming that he passes his physical) go to school before very long. I’m trying to get an appointment with an eye specialist to find out whether something can be done for my eyes for long enough to read the chart. – Don’t give up on me yet honey, I still have hopes and I’m still fighting. Sweet, you know that I remember last Valentine’s day as though it were yesterday, and also the day after too. – Remember the snow and the rain on Sunday, and the two of us alone on a lovely road in Plymouth? How I long for all of that, and how I wish for it all again! – It won’t be too long though now. Spring is just a month away, and June is a spring month dear. Evelyn, primarily this letter is to further state how much I wish you a happy birthday. I do darling, and again I wish that I could be with you to celebrate it. Next year for your Birthday I hope we’ll celebrate it not only together but as a nice young married couple. You always said you weren’t going to be married until you were twenty-five, but do you mind breaking that wish? I love you darling, whether you’re twenty-four or ninety-four, and I always will. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ab92bc4acd57305f0a190e04196185cc.jpg 884aab3573718a750254c905dcac8dbb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (96) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 263 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida February 20, 1943 Dearest Evelyn, Pardon the pencil and the Butcher’s paper honey. Once again I’m writing you during working hours. I imagine you’re wondering when I ever do work, but really I do. It’s just that it runs in spurts, and there are only certain times that people can be seen. Mom is still here and going strong. – I think she is really enjoying herself, and I imagine now that the weather has gotten nice again she will enjoy it that much more. We haven’t done a whole lot. During the day the Bellars have been taking her around Miami, and I’ve been meeting her at night for dinner etc. We’ve seen a couple of movies and have generally just fooled around. She went out to stay with Nora Kerns last night, and will be there until ready to go home, - next Friday. How I wish I could be going too! Not much has been happening as far as I’m concerned: Following your advice, I decided to “sit tight” for awhile. – At least until Lt. Smith gets us transferred to another Base. I got a letter from Mrs. White yesterday, informing me that Tom is in the desert of Southern California studying Navigation. (I guess you have to be a navigator in order to keep from getting lost out there.) ---- I’m now sitting in Lt. Smith’s car, God only knows how far away from a filling station – out of gas! The Lt. is on his way after some now. – We were on our way to do a little work, and incidentally, just to take a nice ride in the sunshine. I think eventually that we’ll become the proud processors of a Jeep. Dearest, I did miss you so much last Sunday (Valentine’s Day) and I know it’ll be that way tomorrow too. Your Birthday means a lot to me honey, just because it’s your Birthday. I hope you enjoy my little gift. I thought maybe you could wear them with your yellow hat and blouse. Write to me, and keep loving me darling, because I love you more than you’ll ever ever know! All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/576c370e894e6249dd71768f2d98ce42.jpg c288bf770d591f4a525e7758a6d3d82d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (97) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 264 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, This will have to be another shorty honey; It is Sunday, and I’m supposed to be working today. We have a little re-organizing to do, and I’ve been kept busy all morning, and am due to go out again as soon as I finish writing you. We had the best meal this noon that I have ever eaten in a mess hall: Turkey, Mashed Potatos, Corn, Peas, Salad, Ice Cream and pie. It was really all right. I guess that this is the first anniversary of the founding of the Miami Beach Schools. We even had a Jute box going during the meal. If that sort of thing keeps up, I’ll eat in the Mess Hall more often, and save considerable money by doing so. Mom is still here, and going strong. I had planned to stay out at Kerns’ house last night, but when I found out that I had to work, there was no soap. We played Poker, and again Iost. I haven’t had any luck playing cards since I came in the army. I hope though that the old slogan of unlucky at cards-lucky at love still holds true though. If it does, I’ll give up the idea of playing cards. I’ve heard- through the Kerns family that jobs here, good ones, are not too hard to get, and so maybe if a certain young lady ever decides that this is the place for her to live, for one reason or another it might be possible for her to make out all right, if she wants to work for a time. I have been hearing rumors to the effect that it won’t be two weeks before I’m wearing Sergeants stripes. If that is true, I’ll really be happy, because it will mean that by summer, I’ll probably have enough stripes, and the corresponding amount of pay, to adequately take care of any NEW DEPENDANT that I might pick up. Darling, if you think that I’m going to come home in May, you’re sadly mistaken. I’ll be home in June, and if you’ll stop and think, you’ll know why I’m putting it off the extra month. You will still be teaching school in May won’t you, or has the war caused the schools to shut down early? Well honey, I know that this isn’t even a letter, but I have got to get busy again, or else those stripes won’t loom so large, so I’ll write you more when I have more time. After Mom leaves, I will do a lot better, I promise. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9c3b561bac2e5ad4b41c23405b22c0bd.jpg b641c1f3cd87dd91106bac89f43ba646 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (98) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 266 -267 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida February 26, 1943 Friday Darling, I’m awfully, terribly, terrifically sorry that I haven’t written this week, but honestly I just haven’t had any time at all: I’ve been working very hard this week, and I’ve - of course been with mom every night. We played cards a couple of times, and “did” Miami – as far as eating is concerned. Also, we went to the Dog Races last Friday night, and while I didn’t lose much, I ran true to form, if you know what I mean. - Mom is going home tonight at ten o’clock, and then I’ll be desolate again. How I wish I were leaving with her. Honey, there isn’t a great deal of good news, although there is some news: the squadron commander wouldn’t sign my promotion to Sergeant, and so we sent in (our office) a request that I be made Corporal, and he wouldn’t sign that either, saying that I didn’t work in the squadron, and therefore – since he needed ratings for his own men – he didn’t see his way clear. – Eventually, we’ll get something, but it will have to be over his head. Also, I went to an eye specialist yesterday and he told me that he could not even correct my vision to the place where I could read a 20/20 line. – So, the only chance I have is to take the exam, or else wait for the army to lower their requirements, in order for me to become an officer. I guess I’m just very unlucky, that’s all; I can figure out as a solution. Nothing seems to be going right for me at present. It seems that all I do is wail to you about all my troubles darling, and maybe sometime I’ll quit. – I guess I’ve just developed into a griper. I thought that Bob was slated to go to Infantry O.C.S. at Ft. Benning Ga., if he’s in Camp Hood, he is in a Tank Destroyer unit. - That, in my book, isn’t good. That’s supposed to be a suicide outfit. Honey, I imagine if he gets home at all, it will be about the last of May. When do you get through school anyway? I want to make sure you’re through before I even think about coming home. Because I have very definite intentions of not going back to Miami, or wherever I am then, by myself. – Those are my intentions, how about you? – Do you think you’ll be in the mood for a little trip, and a new job? – The job of taking care of me! Well dearest, I’ll write you a great long letter Sunday, I promise. In the meantime, please forgive me, and understand why I haven’t written oftener this week, and most important, keep loving me and wanting me darling. All My Love, Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2b6ec3f2b8273aad115419f455d4d9b9.jpg abbfb8ce58f2aaf9fa3227a141cb8b7d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (99) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 268 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Darling, Life goes on as it has a habit of doing, and I’m no smarter than I was when I wrote you Saturday. I still have received no official word as to when I shall go to school, or where, all that I have in the way of tangible information is what Lt. Smith told me Saturday afternoon. So, maybe you’ll have an officer in June, and may be not. In any event, eventually I feel sure that I will get to go to school. Perhaps it would be a break if I don’t get to go to Medical Administration because I hear that for one who has no background in medicine it is right tough, and if I miss it, I will get to go to the next class in Army Administration, which his what I really want. I have done very little of any importance since I last wrote you. Saturday night, I stayed in my room, and slept. Sunday I worked all morning, helping to move the office, and slept all afternoon. Then last night I went to Miami with Jim Flynn, and drank some beer. Tonight I’m catching up on my correspondence again. I don’t really have any plans for this week at all, or for that matter, I don’t have any social engagements lined up until June, or possibly the first part of July. Lt. Smith took a troop train, and won’t be back until Wed. and in the meantime, I’m acting for him in running our end of the S-2 office. It has really been fun today. Tomorrow morning I’m going to talk to a Portuguese by means of an interpreter. That should prove to be an interesting experience. -Something new and different every day. Did I tell you that I got a letter from Tom last week? He is at Portsmouth, Va and I have a hunch that he is getting ready to ship across, although he didn’t say so. Did you see June this past week end? And if so, is Bob at Comp Hood Texas in the Tank destroyer unit? I really hope that that is only a rumor, as that outfit is known as the suicide squad. I don’t know what they do exactly, but I do know that it is supposed to be dangerous. If possible, get his address from her, and find out where in Texas Camp Hood is. I’m glad to hear that Jerome is so nicely situated. I’ll bet your mother is greatly relieved to find that he is so near home, and living in such nice surroundings. God when I think of her last summer when she thought that he would have to go in just as a buck private, I shudder. Remember how she used to come out on the front porch and bother us when we definitely wanted to be alone? We even wasted some moonlight on account of her didn’t we darling? Well sweetheart, I guess that you will just have to sit tight until I find out more definitely what the score is on me. However, unless I should get lucky and get to go to school in PA. or Iowa, I doubt very much that I will get home. So don’t count on that now. Boy, I surely would like to though. Good night honey, and remember that I just keep on loving you dearest. The letter I got from you about my passing my physical was the nicest thing that I ever received- next to the one you wrote when I didn’t pass the first one. You just steadily grow in my estimation, and I seem to learn to love you more and more all the time, when I long ago didn’t think that more love was possible. Goodnight Darling, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/350ea9253fc7dc5d6793fcb6c4e4b064.jpg b4ebeea9e96ba428696613ed2d446481 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (100) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 269-270 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest Evelyn, I came over to the office about three hours ago, intent upon writing you a long letter- which I still want to do- and also I had in mind writing several other letters too. However, I got here, and the Lt. put me to work as soon as he saw me. I guess that in the army ones life is not ones own. Now, I guess that I’ll have to let them go for another week. But not my little sugar plum. Things here are about the same as always. Every day something new comes up in the way of rumors, but nothing definite is ever given out. I heard last Tuesday that I was going to be sent out on a Cadre, to Bocca Raton- where Pete and Willert are. But they decided that they couldn’t let me go right now. Later on, I may be put on Cadre somewhere. Where I don’t know. Also there are the usual run of rumors that this camp is going to be disbanded as far as enlisted men are concerned. I don’t believe that either. I have a hunch that when the war is over, unless I do something about it, I’ll be sent home from Miami Beach. Probably- I hope- with my wife, and four or five kids. What about that? I told you that I didn’t get any Sergeants stripes, nor corporals either, because of what this damned squadron commander did. Eventually that will be corrected, and I will get something, but when or what I don’t know. Honey, I have finally solved my problem as to what to do. I am going to stay here another month, or until the first of April, in the meantime unless I make OCS definitely, or am made a Warrant Officer, or get a definite promise that by the first of June I’ll be made a least a Staff Sergeant, or get a chance at CIC by then, I’m going to ask to be transferred out of here. I don’t know whether I can get sent closer to home or not, but I imagine that I probably can. Perhaps I might even get a chance to go to Dayton, or Lockbourne Air Base. At any rate, I’ll try and get as near home as I possibly can. Perhaps I’ll remain in this work, and perhaps I’ll be put in something else. But there isn’t really any sense in my staying here if I don’t get any place. It isn’t that any one else is getting any place ahead of me. I’m still the fair haired boy, but that doesn’t produce the ratings that I feel I am entitled to. What do you think about my ideas? That is the way I propose to handle it, unless you object. Mom went home Friday night, and should be there safely by this time. I really hated to see her leave. It was wonderful having her down. Perhaps the next time you go to Columbus you might call her up, that is if you are interested in what your honey is doing, and how he is. Are you? Darling, you have no idea how glad I was to get those letters from you today. I hadn’t heard from you but once this week, and I began to wonder whether something was wrong. I imagined all kinds of things. In fact, I think that I thought of everything except the rationing. Please don’t scare me like that very often though. I really got low. I’m afraid that you mean an awful lot more to me than I would like to admit. In fact, I guess that you are the only girl in the world as far as I am concerned. I love you so very much, and every day I realize it more. There isn’t an hour of the day that passes but that I don’t think about you, and wonder what you’re doing, and picture you in some pose or other, and hear your voice, and feel your arms around me. Truly dearest you are wonderful, do you know that? I want that day to roll around real soon when I’ll have eye you with me forever. If you’d only quit teaching and come down right now, I’d be perfectly happy. In fact, that isn’t such a bad idea. You never did say anything more about coming down for the rest of the winter with your folks. What ever happened to that idea any way? To make a long story short sweetheart I would give anything in the world to see you this very minute, and to hold you real close, and tell you how very much you mean to me, and then I would never take my arms from around you as long as I live. Well honey, I guess that I will quit for now, and try and catch up on my correspondence. I haven’t written anyone but you for the last two weeks. Write to me, and love, and plan and hope and pray for June to come, as I am doing. All My Love-Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/250d2654d77de1f482bdb844c7b0b534.jpg a759ffce6262ab439abea63aa2557f24 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (101) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 273 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida March 3, 1943 Wednesday Afternoon Dearest Evelyn, I’m very happy right now: I’m happy that I got by that physical and am going to OCS. – I’m happy for myself, but I think I’m happier for us, because it will make our dream come true a little easier than it might have otherwise. Naturally, I really didn’t pass the thing. I never will know what the 20/20 line of that chart was, but they did let me through (which was all that was really necessary.) Now, I’ll promise to work real hard, and be very sure to get through no matter how tough it may be. – It will still be June, darling! – Then we’ll be together for always! I’m not real sure now as to what school I’ll go to, but it will be either Army Administration, or Medical Administration – probably Medical, in Texas and without a furlough. I don’t know how near I’ll be to Bob, but at least we’ll be in the same state. – You can become as bad as June R/E “your officer” (I hope!) because I’ll try to be as sharp looking a soldier as possible – just for you, sweetheart. Life has not been dull lately anyway. Taylor and I have been celebrating his leaving for A.H.F. O.C.S. tomorrow – We celebrated that Sat. nite, and Monday, and tonight we’re going to celebrate my passing my physical. Last night I met Betty Lou Burnett and her husband for dinner and an evening of chatting about old times. After tonight, until I leave, which will be fairly soon all that I shall do will be to write my honey, and catch upon all of the things I need to do before leaving. So for now, and until next time – All My Love – Always & Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6daaf9f53816e007c10a6e3bb905f47c.jpg 832a34f739e4f9c738f7824250626ff1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (102) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 275 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida March 4, 1943 **Pardon this → it happened after I wrote the letter Dearest Evelyn, There isn’t much new, over and above what I wrote you yesterday: I still haven’t heard any more about where I’m going or how soon, but I know it will be fairly soon, probably in about two weeks at the most. – Are you happy? --Taylor and I went out for the last time together last night, ate at the Seven Seas, and then went to the movies. Today he is in OCS, and in three months will be a Lieutenant. Probably from OCS he’ll go to Harrisburg in Combat Intelligence School. I got a card from Pete Trego today asking me to meet him at Ft. Lauderdale on Sunday. – He also told me that Grove City won the Tournament again this year. – Boy would I have liked to have been there! – If you get a chance, you might go see them play at Westerville, and forward me a play by play report. – I can picture you doing that. – Tonight, I think I’ll go see Random Harvest, and tomorrow night I hope to see the Florida State Basketball Tournament. – I’m kind of getting the urge. Well darling, I know this is really just a short note, but there just isn’t any more news right now, and I don’t get the idea that a short note means that I love you any less; because that just ain’t so. You are my honey, darling, and all I really am living for, and working towards is June, and you and I together for then and for always. I do miss you and dream about you, and wonder what you’re doing, and I surely long to have your arms around me and to hold you so close you can never get away, even for a little while. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f8b3a3d6fc9813593a9ac533f10033a2.jpg 1fee93a9acffda0f4148fe27e3270aee Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (103) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 277 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Miami, Florida March 7, 1943 Dearest Evelyn, Today is the most spring like day we’ve had in Miami: It reminds me of late April at home. Consequently, spring is in my heart too, and I wish, even more than usual, that I were with you. We could take a nice ride, or a leisurely walk in weather like this. – A walk up the mud road would really be wonderful to me. All of which means that I miss you terribly today. Darling, last night I saw Random Harvest, and as usual you were the heroine to my “Smith.” I couldn’t help but shudder at the possibility – however slim – of anything like that standing between the complete fruition of our love. Then I dreamt of you last night, and it was a terribly bad dream: You had decided that after all we weren’t really meant for one another, and had told me that you would never see me again. When I awoke this morning I was sad, and I’ve had a lost feeling in the pit of my stomach all day. Darling, please don’t ever really do anything like that to me, or I know that my life will be completely shot. I love you so very much, and want you more than you’ll ever ever know. Well, I got reasonably definite word today that my papers are being made out for OCS in Medical Administrative. The school is located at Camp Barcley Texas, which is located at Abilene in the heart of the cow country. – Yipee! I think the school starts on the 19th of this month, which means that I will leave either the end of next week, or the first of the following one. – About the fourteenth, or very close there to. From all I can gather, the school is a stiff one, and there are about forty percent who do not get through it. Add to that the fact that I’m not in any way qualified for such a school, having only a very negative knowledge of Medical Terminology, and you can see what I’ll be up against. However, honey, some way I’m going to get through the course and get a commission pretty close to June the 19th. So make plans accordingly. You asked me, before we knew about my really getting a crack at OCS, whether I really thought we could make it, or whether I was only dreaming. My answer is – of course we could have made it, and if I get a commission we’ll be a cinch to do so. But, if anything should keep me from it, we’ll still get along somehow – that is if you’d have me under such circumstance. – I know that no matter how tough things could ever get we’ll get along somehow, because I know that we’ve got enough love for one another, and enough faith to take us through anything. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/83ec9ee2093c9c2d5a0fe747eef49bcb.jpg a021d5e63180b2cd419f9107cc7db152 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (104) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 279 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkley, Texas March 10, 1943 Darling, I have never been more discouraged in my life: It is awfully muddy here to begin with. It is worse than the middle of Beulah Park in a pouring rain, and we march in it, walk in it, eat in it, and drink it. We don’t wash in it because we very seldom wash. We have only cold water here and have to wade through mud and jump a couple of trenches to get to the latrine. Our Hutments leak, and yesterday my bed was wet. I haven’t changed underwear or taken a shower since I got here. Already, about thirty men have resigned, and there will be more. Old tough regular army infantry men swear it’s the hardest living they’ve even done, and you can imagine what it’s like for me. The classes are not so hard, but you don’t have time to study your assignments. In short, if the exams are very hard, I may not get through them. Then too there is a course given called Logistics, which deals with motors and machinery, and you know how I am about that sort of thing. Also, they give grades on military bearing, which I don’t have, and on the ability to drill men, which I never have done. The fact is, if I get through this course I will be very surprised. – However, I’m not quitting, they’ll have to throw me out. So, don’t tell anybody I’m in OCS, and just pray that I’m lucky enough to get through. Honey, I have never missed you more, or longed for you more in my life. I only hope I can make it here so that we can be together. But please dearest if I don’t get through, don’t disown me. I’m giving it all I’ve got. I’d better quit now, but keep writing often, and know that even if I don’t answer every time, I’m thinking of you every minute and working only for you. All My Love, Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/55a826ecb37a3a4d1641fbab45f59c50.jpg 0be40c9f5eae5bc1634a27216f878543 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (105) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 281 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkley, Texas April 3, 1943 Thursday Darling, Things are not quite as busy as usual tonight, and so I’m taking time out to write you. I should be studying I suppose, but I just can’t keep at it all the time. I’ll give you a review of the past week to give you an idea of how things are going: I told you about the mud I guess. – It quit raining Friday, and by Sunday it was just as dry as it could possibly be. Saturday we moved to some other hutments, and then spent all day Sunday cleaning them. – To make a long story short, I just haven’t had a free moment. We have our first formation at six fifteen in the morning, and our last one at nine at night. Between nine and ten we must shine shoes, and get on the ball generally. Lights are out at ten, and we shave after that. Then up at five fifteen and at it again, - cleaning up the barracks etc. – I wanted to write you Sunday, but I just didn’t have the time. The academic end of it is coming along a little better now. – I think I can get through that part of it all right. We just started drill this week, which is also very important, and so far I have gotten that without any trouble. – But we’re just in the beginning stages of drill, and I’ve never drilled any men in my life. – We were out for three hours day before yesterday in a dust storm; I think I like the mud better. – The worst thing that’s happened so far from the point of view of my not making it is that I’ve gotten six demerits for things like “books out of line, pack not properly rolled, etc.” I’m not sure how many of those I can have, but I’m afraid not many. – I’m still trying as hard as I know how, I’m still happy I make it, but darling, if it weren’t for you I think I would quit and go back to my old job at Miami. Except for you, it wouldn’t be worth it to me. Honey, I do think of you and long for you all the time. You’re all I want and I just have to have you with me by June. I want you for always and always, and I love you more than you can possibly ever know. Love me darling, whether I make it here or not and keep rooting for me. All My Love, Always Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/20f6e6ee3b586821082f614fced0853f.jpg 0b0f14ee1a2beb5930e5eb354d9a8861 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (106) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 283 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkley, Texas April 5, 1943 Darling, Sunday has rolled around again, and with it time to write a letter to you, and then – study. I have four exams this coming week: one tomorrow in Sanitation, and the big one Friday in Logistics. – That’s the course on motors and motor maintenance that I am expecting so much trouble with. Also, I have one on Service Records, and one in Military Courtesy. Yesterday, I was really a tired boy: We took a hike yesterday morning that was about five miles long, and we did it with a full field pack in just a little over an hour. After that, we crawled in and out of fox holes and trenches in simulated battle maneuvers. Then came the real tough one, we crawled on our stomachs throw a maze of barbed wire. I did it, but it wasn’t a bit easy. This morning I was really stiff. – One thing dearest, if I live through it, you’ll have a honey who is really in shape. I got my first grade on my first exam - it was an A. There were about a hundred and eighty who flunked the thing, so I felt pretty good about that. However, I still have so awfully much to get through that I have a lot of doubt about my making the grade. I told you that I got six demerits I guess. They count quite a bit if you get too many of them. So – I may become a Lt. someday, and I may not. If not, I think I’ll either try C. L. C., or else Army Specialist Corps. – The Army Specialists Corps has set up schools in both military Government and Intelligence. Sweetheart, don’t ever get the idea that I don’t look forward to your letters, because I really do. They and you keep me going. Without that combination, I would be lost. You are it for me my dearest, and I love you and miss you so much. Its spring at home I know, and home with you is where I belong. – I know I do. I know I need you to walk with me, and to be close to me. I want to talk to you and look at you and tell you how very much I love you. You asked me the other day whether I was sure I love you and wanted to settle down forever with you. – To raise our children, to have our home and our life together. Honey, you didn’t even need to ask that question. Of course, I’m sure, and of course I’ve been sure for such a long time. – Darling, I can hardly wait until June – assuming that I get my commission then. And I’m still hoping that, whether I get a commission or not, you’ll marry me then. – I could tell you so much more if I had you right here with me. – But you know how I feel darling. Love me, and keep on writing just as often as you can. All My Love Always and Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a891a7a7b940d622951557657f2b4041.jpg 2081ecd35c62cf1ba3fb496ae1d9c743 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (107) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 285 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkley, Texas April 9, 1943 Wednesday Night Dearest Evelyn, Just another note darling. I have my first breathing spell of the week right now, and so I thought I’d take advantage of it in the best way I know of – writing my honey. Life goes on somehow, days pass quickly and stretch into weeks, and all I do is keep plugging and hoping. I never have had time go so fast in my life before. I’ve given up trying to figure out whether I’m going to graduate or not. I’m no longer worried about my grades. – They’re coming O.K., all I have to do there is keep on working. My Platoon leader called me in the other night and told me that everything about me was all right except my ability to drill men, and my attitude, I asked him about my attitude, and he told me he had the impression that I thought this school would be a breeze for me. I told him about what I really felt, but I’m afraid he wasn’t convinced. – In fact, I’m not very sure that he likes me. – I have my doubts. – It’s the damndest thing I ever heard of. The other night, I saw a rookie up to his elbow in a latrine. – He looked up and said, “if this keeps up I’m going to apply for O.C.S.” I guess that’s pretty true too! – At any rate, if I’m still in OCS two weeks from today, I’ll have a reasonable good chance of getting through. If not – well – I guess that’s up to you then. By the way, you spoke in your last letter about being on the farm come June. – I was sort of under the impression that you had some other plans for that month more or less definite in nature. At least I have. If not, tell me now, and I’ll quit all of this hell I’m going through. Darling, keep writing and keep me going. If it weren’t for you I would have given up long since. Your letters, and the anticipation of being with you is all that keeps me going. Love me and want me sweetheart, as I do you. All My Love, Always, Dick P.S. It’s Thursday, and I haven’t had time yet to mail this. I’ve been thinking about you all day as usual, but I haven’t heard from you in two days. It really makes a difference too. Please keep writing & loving me dearest. I got a card from Pete Trego today. He’s at Salt Lake City Utah, and is about to be assigned his permanent station either here or overseas. – I sure hope he’s lucky. Well sweet, the whistle blew again and I’ve got to run. I love you so much honey, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a783f57d6f9359112dcc136a3d22d4ba.jpg 17a136b5d235652eee8cbb30c4eeb17b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (108) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 288-289 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkeley, Texas April 12, 1943 Darling, Sunday once more dearest, and the only day of peace I have. How I do look forward to that day! Darling, do you know it was just five months ago today that I got in the army. – That really seems like a long time ago doesn’t it? How I wish it was all over and I could go home again for good! Day after day I hate this place more than I did the day before. It is like nothing I ever saw before, and I would never go through it if it weren’t for you. If I knew that at the end of three months I would get a commission, I wouldn’t mind it at all, but I have the feeling that I’m not going to get through it. My grades are coming along all right, but nothing else is. I guess I’m just not a soldier. There is to be a great amount of kicking out at the end of this week, and again two weeks later. If I make those two, I might get through. In other words, the next three weeks will pretty definitely tell the tale, and even then I can’t be sure. – The class which graduates this coming week has one platoon with only fourteen men left in it. – Fourteen out of an original fifty-four. Things like that get me a little discouraged. So darling, that’s the way it is. I just don’t think I’ll make it. Probably had I gone to Air Forces, or Army Administrative things would have been a little different, and I know – in the case of the Air Corps – a whole lot easier, I haven’t quit trying yet, but I get sorely tempted sometimes. I only hope that if I don’t make it you won’t give up on me. I think that anything like that would cause me to be pretty completely washed up. When I don’t hear from you for a couple of days, even that bothers me a great deal. It’s hell to want someone as I want you, and not be able to do anything about it. Sometimes I can’t think of anything else but you, and of being with you and talking to you, and holding you close. Oh sweetheart, how I long for one of our Sundays together. – walking over the fields, and watching spring come over the countryside, and just being together in love. That’s all I’m hoping and living for. – Just to be with you again! – but honey, don’t let anything ruin the dreams I have of us together. I know that if I don’t get through here it will cause you to lose some of the pride you have in me, but I hope it won’t really make any difference to you. – Will it? Well, honey, I’m so blue that I just don’t think I can write anymore today. But I’ll try and write during the week sometime, and please dearest keep writing real often. I need you so much right now. And don’t stop loving me no matter what happens here. – I’ll make it up to you somehow. All My Love, Always and Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9b135ce9ea24760c69ca9c8b43113f8d.jpg 92632219cb2d47aa466dc13184da06da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (109) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 291-292 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Abilene, Texas April 18, 1943 Sunday Afternoon Darling, I’m sitting in one of the U.S.O’s here in Abilene, listening to a band concert by the 90th Infantry Band, and writing my honey a letter. Today is really the first time I have seen the town of Abilene. It is really quite a nice town. I imagine it would be might nice here in peace time. One thing I’m gradually learning is that while the scenery may change from one section of the country to another, people and towns are almost universally the same. But oh how I long for the scenery and the people and towns of Ohio! Well honey, I have finally gotten through the “chain of evacuation,” and am no longer a member of this O.C.S. I completed everything yesterday when I saw the school commandant. He was more than nice, and did a lot toward rebuilding my confidence in myself. He told me that he couldn’t understand why I even came here in the first place, and said that the obvious place for me was in either Army or Adjutant General’s Administration. He felt that I had enough in the way of ability to get through. He said that there a man got by on ability to think, whereas here a man must have other qualities more than brains. (He said that, I didn’t.) He said that in a combat unit such as this is, an officer must be a good drill man, must know a lot about the army, and must be more of a soldier and less of a thinker. He said that the majority of medical troops go with the Infantry into the front lines, and must accordingly receive Infantry training. He said that despite the fact that Limited Service men were being admitted to the school, they were not really wanted as there is no place for them in combat. – He finally stated he was – in my case – enclosing a letter in my file recommending me for the two above mentioned schools. – I guess my grades helped that much at least. I’m not really too disappointed about all this. If it weren’t for you and I, and our plans, I would not miss it at all. I never have even respected the insignia of this outfit. And at least, even though I wouldn’t admit it, I was damned proud of my work in Miami. – I got a few of them there, dearest, that I’ll tell you about after the War. – I only hope that I can get into the same work again. As I told you in my other letter, I’ll go from here to Jefferson Barracks – at St. Louis. From there – who knows? I’ll make my plans after I see what happens at St. Louis. In any event, I’ll be here a week or two yet. Honey, that’s about all the news from here. All I can do now is wait – with my fingers crossed – to hear what you have to say. All I can tell you is that no matter how you feel about my not making it is that I tried as hard as I could for you, and that I love you with all my heart and soul and might, and I will as long as I live. – If you should feel that you don’t want me anymore though as a result of this business here, please tell me dearest. It would hurt, but I’d rather know than not be sure. – I hope I know already though, and darling you are the most wonderful girl in all the World. Write to me, and please don’t quit loving me. All My Love, Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4cb7431818aae22a01c13fc19188b3a8.jpg da647ce5b3342e250ff2493597e20e6a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (110) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 294-296 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkeley, Texas April 20, 1943 Monday Night, April 19, 1943 Dearest Evelyn, I got the letter that you wrote Thursday, today, and sweetheart ever since then I’ve been tingling all over, and my heart is still going like a sledge hammer, and my head is reeling. Oh darling, I want you so very much right with me in person right now, as you are now and always in my thoughts. I’ve told you for almost four years that I love you, and I‘ve said it a million times to you and to myself. When I first started saying it, I didn’t know quite what love was, but I know I felt differently about you than I ever had about anyone else. When I got a smile from you it did something to me, and a little teasing encouragement was all I needed to keep me working and trying to win you. The first time you decided not to see me again was more a blow to my pride than anything else – for awhile – and then the idea dawned on me that I really missed you. When we had that first New Year’s Eve together, that added to it all. – I meant it even then when I gave you my pin, and persuaded you it was a joke, then – through the whole crazy guilt of our affections and – your lack of them – I became more and more desirous of having you. Maybe it was just for the chase, at least that must have been a part of it; some of it was because to me then you were glamorous, you were my idea of what a girl ought to be. – But still it was mostly a superficial thing – half real, and half imaginations. When I heard that you had taken Bills’ pin, I thought it was all over, forever. I started going with another girl, and tried to convince myself that I was forgetting you. Yet, I wanted to be sure, and so – the trip that spring day a couple of years ago, when I came up to see you along with George, who was trying all the way to tell me to turn around and go back to Columbus. I don’t know what I was looking for, but if it was peace of mind, I didn’t find it. I told George it was all over, and I lied to everyone else too. Then, I got gloriously drunk, and I have never been out with the girl I was dating since. Life all that spring was a series of dates and drunks, and damned foolishness. I don’t know what made me ever write you again, or what made you answer. But I did know that when I was with you, I was happy again. Finally, through our rides, and swims, and walks, and dinners, and perfect nights in your porch swing, and parties, and nights before your fireplace, in each other’s arms, and – everything else that happened to us; - To the Christmas Holidays, and that New Years’ Eve at my house. We built up a contentment and a knowledge of one another that grew into something a hell of a lot more than an ex college boys’ infatuation, and a college girls’ leading a man on. – It came to be us. It came to mean no pretense and few secrets; it came to be more than glamour. – It came to be something built on a hard solid foundation. It came to be us – Evelyn and Dick – and real love, I wanted to marry you last summer, but I was afraid I would be drafted. I wanted to marry you before I left home, but I was afraid to ask you and have me be any place in the world but with you. When you came to Miami at Christmas time, I would have handcuffed you if need be had I not felt that by summer I would have had a commission and would have been well able to support you. I thought we should wait for that, and so did you. – Well, it didn’t happen. Perhaps, if I go back in the work I was in, I might eventually get a direct commission, perhaps I might get into C.L.C., where the sky is the limit as to how far I could go; perhaps I might do very well in the new Army Specialist Corps; perhaps, I may go to O.C.S. in Army Administration, or A.G.O., as they are recommending from here. But, there is another side to the picture too, that you may as well know now as later. Probably my address at Jefferson Barracks will have on it O.R.T.C., which means overseas replacement training center. The fact that I’m going there does not necessarily mean that I’ll go over. But, I’ll be placed in a pool, and wherever my talents call for, there will I go. If they need me at Lockbourne Air Base in Columbus, I’ll go there. If they need me in North Africa – that’s where they’ll send me. I’m not telling you that to alarm you, the chances are I’ll be in this country someplace, but I can’t count on it. – Don’t tell my mother that yet. I’ll tell her when and if I go, and not before. I had intended to do the same with you, but for what I’m asking you now, you’ve got to know. I kept putting everything off because I was always thinking. I’m through thinking anymore. All I know is that I want you to be my wife as soon as possible. I’m not going to ask you anything if I go over. I don’t want that, going overseas married, but if I’m in this country, we can be together no matter where I go. I make $66.00 a month now. I can get a $20.00 ration allowance, and $28.00 a month for my wife. Most any camp in the country would let me live with you off the post. If you want to, you could probably find a job to keep you busy during the day. – Oh damn it honey, what I’m getting at is, can you marry me this summer regardless of anything except a trip across the water? All I’ve got is my love for you, which is as great as it can ever possibly be. I can shout it, and carve it on trees, and write it, and whisper it in your ear. But I just can’t go on without you indefinitely, through a whole war, and a period of making sensible re-adjustments afterwards. We’re sure of one another dearest, by every test a man and a girl can ever have. Already, we are on solider footing and have more to go on than most people who get married. But the idea of four or five years more doesn’t make me very happy. I first can’t let you be away from me that long. I want my arms around you, and you as close to me as you can possibly get. I want to have your lips and eyes – and all of you, your mind and heart, and body for keeps, so that we can have the happiness we both know is ours. Maybe I’m crazy, but I think we have been crazy all along for not going ahead with our plans. This has been a long letter dearest, maybe an unusual one. But, this letter is as true a picture of my feelings as I can ever possibly give you. Maybe you won’t want to take the chance, maybe my ideas are crazy, but I don’t think so. Whenever I get to my permanent station I am dire for a furlough. We could get married then, or we could get married in St. Louis over Memorial Day. Oh honey, please though, please marry me someplace as soon as your school is over. I can’t guarantee our happiness, but you and I know that together we can never be anything else but happy. I should leave about next Monday for Jefferson Barracks. If you answer this right away, I’ll get it in time I think, to have something to think about in my trip north. I’m going to quit for now sweetheart, and if you don’t feel that you want to go through with anything like what I’m suggesting, I shan’t blame you. I know it isn’t sensible, but it can be done, and we can be happy and secure, and most important, together! Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e9eb8b0f525a84316041723db6da5068.jpg de3edc7a61e8df4aac9c95dd4861fc69 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (111) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 298-299 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkeley, Texas April 22, 1943 Wednesday Afternoon Dearest Evelyn, There are lots of other things I’d like to have called you besides dearest, but that really covers them all I guess. It’s funny darling how I’ve been lately. But I can’t think of anything but you. Nothing else matters at all: You are in my thoughts all the day from the minute I wake until I sleep at night, and then I dream about you. When I’m loafing – which is most of the time lately – I conjure up pictures of you in my minds eye, or get out your picture and look at it. Sometimes I can actually feel your presence right beside me, and I can hear your voice. Somehow, I know you’re with me still, and oh sweetheart, I hate to open my eyes again to reality. I think if possible I love you more and more all the time. All I want is to be with you. I don’t care where, just so long as you’re around someplace. It’s a terrible feeling in a way, and wonderful in another, but I know now what my German book meant when I used to read “deu bist einer schone gnadige fraulien, ich liebe dich, und ich wallte kusse tu.” Which boils down to the same old story of blind love, whether it be in German or Hindustan, or English. But, all of my telling you on paper that I love you is just so much stuff. If I had you here, I could whisper it to you, and shout it from the top of the mesa, and tell you with my eyes and arms, and lips, and every way there is. In the letter I wrote you Monday, I was pretty unreasonable I suppose, and after I wrote it, I thought for a while before I mailed it. Not that I don’t mean every word in it. Not that I don’t want to marry you today or tomorrow, or any day you’ll have me, if you will; but I’ve got no right to expect you to give up everything you have to come along madly on a wild chase to God only knows where with me. You’ve got everything back home to make you happy. You’ve got comforts and friends, and plenty to keep you occupied. If you marry me now, you’ll lose about all of this. We probably would have the amount of money I outlined, but that really isn’t very much to go on in these times. You probably would have to live in a place that wouldn’t be so hot, and most of the people you would be associated with would not be so hot either. Maybe the job you could get would be all right, and maybe it would be no more than a job as a waitress. After the War, if it ever does end, we’d have to go back to Grove City, and start in from scratch – broke. That’s the only picture I can give you of what you’ll have to face if you marry me now. I don’t know how far I’ll go in this mans’ army, but I’m not off to a very good start that’s sure. The only thing I can promise you is that if loving you and wanting to make you happy, and being willing to work hard to do that, will compensate for some of the bad features of the thing, then you will have that much. – I know it’s going to be tough, and if you don’t feel like taking that much of a chance, I don’t blame you at all, and I’ll go right on loving you just as much as ever. After all, it was me who messed up our really big chance by not being what they want here in an officer. – So sweetheart, the choice is yours. I love you and love you so very very much that it hurts not to be with you. I’m really at the point where I can honestly say I can’t live without you much longer, but – it’s got to be up to you. Will you marry me please Evelyn my darling, in spite of all that may happen? Do the good things about our being together out weigh the bad? All I can do is hope, and pray that two months from now we’ll be married and together for always and always. Well honey, I’m going to close for now: They put us on guard duty tonight, and there is a full moon in Texas. How I wish you could be here to enjoy it with me! – But, I shall “walk my post in a military manner,” and look at the moon and think of you and long for you so very hard, and miss you. Perhaps, if you are thinking of me, it will be almost as if we’re really together. All My Love for Always and Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/280a4bda15c8dbfa8c831d5ae5f7036d.jpg 9decbc193f791dbc58f9390d77506708 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (112) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 301-302 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkeley, Texas April 22, 1943 Wed. nite Darling, I got your letters today telling me how you feel about my not making O.C.S., and also that you will marry me this June come hardship or come good times. Evelyn dearest, there is only one thing I can say and that is you are the most wonderful girl I’ve ever known or ever will know in this world or the next; and I love you with all my heart and soul and might. With each new and wonderful thing that you do or say, I only love you more, when I had already thought I loved you more, when I had already thought I love you all there is. And sweetheart, I’m awfully in earnest when I tell you that I am humble in the presence of your love for me. I don’t know why you love me, or how in the face of everything you keep on loving me, but I’m thankful for it, sweetness. So thankful, and so happy, and so proud that every time I think of you loving me a lump comes in my throat, and a strange prickly feeling spreads all over me. Yes darlingest, we do love each other more I think than any two people I know. We both feel exactly the same way, and did you notice? – We seem to feel the same way always at the same time! So that when I’m thinking of you very hard, I know somehow that you are with me, and are thinking about me too. You say that you will marry me in June regardless of anything, regardless of security or anything else, and oh honey, I say the same thing over and over again. We’ve been too sensible too long. WE will get married in June unless I go overseas, which I doubt that I’ll do. And dearest, all I can say further is that I’ll love you for always and always, and I’ll try with everything I have to make you completely happy as long as we live. I want our marriage to be perfect in every way, and my darling I know it will be. We’ll move any obstacle from our path together, and physically, mentally, and spiritually we’ll be completely and inseparably united. – As to the practical side of our getting married, here’s as much as I can tell you now honey: I am due for a furlough right now, but I probably won’t get one until after my permanent assignment which won’t be for a month or so yet I don’t imagine. If I am held at Jefferson Barracks longer than a month, I wish you would come there, but we can’t cross those bridges until later when I know more nearly what the scare is. So, sit tight, and plan to be married in June or sooner, probably at home! Oh honey, I’m so happy tonight I could do anything on earth right now. How else can I tell you I love you more than all the rest of everything the World has to offer? – Oh sweetheart, there may not be any other way that I can tell you on paper, but there must be a million ways in which I can prove it to you, and make you realize it during the lifetime we’re going to have together. And now good night my darling, I’ll see you while I dream tonight, and all during my early morning guard, and all during tomorrow; and forever. I do love you so very much sweetheart, and I always will, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed5cff1cbd131c8023d140f7db65c653.jpg 6b1dc7255e4f332f13013fe92ed78405 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (113) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 304-305 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkeley, Texas April 24, 1943 Good Friday 1943 Darlingest, I just got your letter – must have been written Wed. and you really were in a fine mood. I’ll bet if I had been around I would really have gotten teased and would have had to drag you around over the floor to sort of calm you down a little bit. – I can see you’re going to be a problem! – Oh honey, I love you so much! – I know what I’d do with you to calm you down: I’d put both arms around you and squeeze you real hard, and just kiss you all over until you said you loved me and would promise to be a good girl. Sweet, I’m glad you’re getting so good at sewing. I’ve already got a few pairs of socks for you to work on, and someday I might get promoted and you’ll have to sew on my new chevrons. Also, how are you on baby clothes? – You’d better check on styles, cause before too many years go by, you’ll probably be walking the floor! We are going to beat the Andersons to it aren’t we? Evelyn, do you remember Good Friday of last year? I do – very clearly. It rained and you read in the afternoon and I worked on a test for my kids. – Then you fixed dinner, and we had shrimp and steak, and my recipe for pudding. – That was really a swell day. – In fact, I guess every day we had together was mighty wonderful wasn’t it sweetheart? Two years ago on Good Friday was the fatal day George and I drove up to see you to find out whether or not the rumor about your having Bill’s pin was true. – You never were colder to me in your whole life were you? – Brrr! Don’t ever be that way after we’re married honey, please! – No matter how mad you get at me. Honey, I haven’t been doing anything all week except going to the movies, and dodging work. Last night I saw Hitler’s Children which was really good. – You wrote me about it a long time ago didn’t you? I figure I’ll take in all the movies now, because after a certain event happens this summer I don’t think I’ll be wanting to see any movies for a long time. – We’ll do our own love scenes until you get so bored with me you’ll run away with the girls and leave me all alone. – Oh honey, I can hardly wait or think about anything else except you and I being together. I never did want anything so much in my life as I want you. I love you more than anything else in this world, or any other to come. Sweetheart, I still haven’t gotten my orders to leave yet, but I expect them anytime now. A week from today I should be in St. Louis. I’ll write you as soon as I know for sure when I’m leaving. In the meantime, you be a very very good girl, and miss me just a wee bit, and look forward to the not too distant future when the first two letters in your last name will undergo a little change. If you’ll do this, I’ll let you in on a little secret: I love you dearest with every bit of strength and heart and mind I have, and I seem to love you more and more with each new day. Just the thought of you and I being together soon sets me on fire. “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the breadth and depth and height my soul can reach”…. Goodnight sweetness, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d93d2867e80fef74ab3da151c471d907.jpg 23872899d3c1f9f7ca98a80a62293c0a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (114) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 307-305 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Abilene, Texas April 25, 1943 Easter Sunday Hello Sweetness, Easter reminds me of last Eater with you, and that makes me sort of sad. I remember that day so very much darling: you had on your suit, which I had been anxiously awaiting, and your yellow blouse and hat. – Right sharp you looked in case I didn’t tell you then. WE went to church and heard Bob Tucker preach, and then to Hennicks, and then to the Dale with Bob and June. Dinner at home with Mom and Bill, a walk, and then home. How I loved you that day, sweetheart! Maybe you’re bored by my memories, but it does me so much good, because it brings you close to me again, - I can see you just as you were then honey. There is no real news from here right now. I’m still awaiting orders to leave, and they surely ought to come tomorrow. As I’ve been telling you all I do is dodge work, and go to the movies, and think about you and I being together very soon now. Honey, if I can first have you with me, I don’t care where I go, or what I do. When you’re around, I guess I lose all track of everything else except just having you with me. I don’t know what causes it, I wonder if it could be that I love you. – Do you suppose? Evelyn, how is your grandmother? I surely hope that she feels much better than she did. She’s a good old gal. Remember her reaction to our raising a large family? Dearest, there isn’t really any news from here right now, so I’m going to close until I know for sure when I leave. I surely hope you’re looking forward to being together forever just a tenth as much as I am. That will be the most wonderful thing that could ever possibly happen to anybody, as far as I’m concerned. – Everyday brings us one day nearer one another honey, never to be parted again. – I can’t really tell you how I feel when I think about you marrying me, but I can tell you that just the thought if it gives me a tremendous thrill. Be a good girl sweetheart, and keep on loving me – will you? And oh darling, do with it whatever you like, but you have all of my love for always and always dear. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3dc502dafc45724907eb9f0e51e6d4d2.jpg 5fd216c9c6b46ea56608f9727b1e9684 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (115) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 309-310 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkeley, Texas April 27, 1943 Monday Darling, I’ve been thinking of you all day as usual, and it brings you close to me when I write you. This morning I forgot to duck, and got roped in on a work detail. – Yes, I used both a pick and shovel along with all the rest of the disillusioned candidates. This afternoon, I had a little nap and a nice hot shower – a hot shower around here is a rarity, believe me! Beyond that I have done nothing at all, except hope for my orders to come through. I can’t imagine what the delay is caused by. I should have left last week sometime according to the way I figure. How was your Easter vacation? Did Ruth come down? Boy I sure do wish I could have been there with you sweetheart. But, next year I hope not only to be able to see your new Easter hat, but to be able to buy it as well. Evelyn, are you as excited over our getting married as I am? – You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to our being together. – I’m just absolutely starving for you, I want you so badly dearest. I just seem to go on like the broken record telling you that I love you and want you, but there just isn’t anything else in my life that is a millionth as significant and real to me as the way I feel about you. You’re just all there is as far as I’m concerned darling. – I constantly – now that my mind is free to go on any journey it desires – am conjuring up pictures of you as I have seen you. – I know you in every different dress, with every expression you ever got on your face. – Oh dearest, you’re completely locked in my mind clear to the knowledge lump on the back of your head. – And then, I try and imagine what our life together will be like. I know that most it will be calm and sedate, a very peaceful life indeed. Perhaps it will be almost too quiet. But, I know that whether we’re rich or poor, it will be a life filled with contentment for both of us. – I hope I can make you happy dearest, and I hope you’ll never regret saying yes to me. I’m counting as much as any man can on an absolutely ideal marriage, and I really think we’re the people to have that. Dearest, I could go on like this forever, telling you my plans and dreams for us; but you know them all so well already that I know I’m only repeating myself. So, forgive me sweetheart, and put it down to the fact that you are life itself to me; you are all of my life goals rallied into one. – You’re my girl Evelyn, and I’m proud and humble, and very thankful all at the same time. – Perhaps as Soames Forsythe called it in the Forsythe Saga, you represent the idea of property that is instinctive in every man. However that may be, the very thought that you are mine and no one else’s is almost overwhelming. And now darlingest, until next time and forever and ever, please want and take All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/797906476b36bc69bbf2d1eb1fc3f5bb.jpg 2792facf69ffebef84c742e8ebf253c6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (116) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 312 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Camp Barkeley, Texas April 30, 1943 Thursday Darling, I haven’t been neglecting you really, and I surely have been thinking of you plenty; however, I’ve been thinking my orders to leave would be coming out soon, and I wanted to be able to tell you all about them – Today they came out. I leave here either Saturday or Monday for St. Louis, Missouri to report at Jefferson Barracks Overseas Replacement & Reconditioning Pool, for reassignment someplace. – Probably not Overseas, as few limited Service Men are going over now. So don’t worry about that until I tell you to. I’m pretty sure that before I ever report at J.B. I’ll go and see the Cardinals play ball, and also have a few beers. – This part of Texas is dry in every sense of the word, and I’ve had enough Cokes to last quite a while. – I may, if I get off after I get there, call a certain girl that I love very much, just to hear her voice again, and if I do, I surely don’t want her to cry. – Remember when I called you last fall, sweetheart? And got so worried because I thought your voice sounded cold. There isn’t really any news at all from here. I have been loafing until I am actually tired of it, and wishing so darned hard that I could be spending all of this wasted time with my honey. Perhaps dearest I’ll be home very soon now. Sooner than you think. – It all depends on circumstance at Jefferson Barracks. Well dearest, I know this too is very short as letters go, but I’ll do better when I get settled in a new place, and you do better too, or I’ll spank you! – I haven’t heard a word from you all week, and I feel pretty deserted. – I think you’re all I live for sweetness. – Keep on loving me darling just as hard as I’m loving you, and then when we do finally get to be with one another for always, - wow! Incidentally, if I came home in May could we get married then, and you come on to my new station as soon as your school is out? The reason I’m asking is because that might possibly be my only chance to get home. – But, we’ll know much more a week from now, so just keep the question in mind darling! Be good, dearest, and oh sweetness if you could ever guess how much I love you – just all there is darlingest! Dick P.S. I’ll write from St. Louis as soon as possible honey. (This is the last letter addressed as Miss Evelyn Stark) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bb649da2b1ff9ed3d00fa9cf3aa6fc0d.jpg f969915b138fd9f390a425331c8f6b19 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (117) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 316-317 of Angel Flying on the Ground; Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri May 28, 1943 Dearest Wife, Thursday, and by the time you get this you’ll be all through teaching and awaiting orders to proceed to the new job of taking care of your husband – who is very anxiously awaiting orders in order that you may begin that job right away. There was an order for limited service men out today, but I wasn’t on it. – There were no good assignments in the whole bunch either. – I’m glad I wasn’t on that one. If nothing good develops between now and the first of next week I’m going over to the S-O office and ask them to work on either re-assigning me or sending me to C.I.C. – If I don’t, I’m liable to be here indefinitely – maybe a month or two, and we aren’t going to be apart that long if I can help it. I thought that Jim Flynn was out of the Army, but he isn’t – I talked to his wife last night and she gave me the very startling news that all of the boys are leaving Miami this week – she didn’t know for where, but Jim thought they were going to Texas – God forbid that anything like that should happen to us darling! – Although I would enjoy working with that gang again. – But – do you want to go to Texas? A lot of the men who left today went to Salt Lake City, Utah and I don’t imagine that would be too good either. – But, we’ve got to expect almost anything for awhile, sweetheart. – Maybe it’ll be pretty good, and maybe awful, but if we can be together – I’ll love it! I guess I sort of am missing my wife considerably! Last night I was a little sick, I think as a result of the shots I took the day before. At any rate I went to bed at about 7:30, and slept right on until reveille, which is at five thirty. – Ten hours I got! Tonight I think that I shall get very extravagant and buy a milk shake over at the PX. – I’m really doing good on not spending any money – except for that razor which I had to buy. – Beyond tonight I don’t even have as much as a milk shake in mind. – But, I sure do wish I could see my wife. And now for some family matter honey: 1. - Enclosed you will find a copy of my insurance application. – Keep it, and that is your receipt I think. 2. - ALSO, you will need another marriage certificate as I had to file the one you sent here. – Forward it with the enclosed statement to the address given on the sheet. 3. - The addresses needed to complete my list for announcements are: a.) Ensign & Mrs. W.A. Hopkins 1224 Ingraham N.W. Washington, D.C. b.) Lieut. Herb Emrich 69th Fighter Sq. Bedford Airdrome, Bedford Mass c.) Ensign Richard P Taylor N.T.S. (1) 42065 Fort Schuyler The Bronx, New York, N.Y. I guess that is about all the husbandry duties I can perform right now. – Although I sure have some others in mind! So, be a very good little wife, and take a little rest while you’re home. I don’t like you’re having lost weight like you did – no I’m not kidding! So, rest up and relax, and hope that I get moved real soon so that we can be together more quickly. I love you dearest wife, and I’m really missing you plenty these days. How I hope it won’t be too long now!ll My Love, Dearest, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/250f0cce14099369aad71b23df4195a5.jpg 145c55906e6db0e234a3f124d5ea9e51 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (118) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 319-320 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri May 28, 1943 Tuesday, May 25- ‘43 Dearest Wife, I got a letter from you yesterday, and one again today, both of which certainly serve to bolster up my morale. I was really tickled about the GAA program. – I imagine the kids really did out do themselves in every way possible, and naturally they like you and hate to lose you – but honestly honey, they don’t need you nearly as badly as I do. I sure am mightily proud of you though, because you are so well thought of by all of your students. Also honey, you are really a busy little wife taking care of my clothes, and the notes, and the announcements, not only busy, but awfully wonderful too, and awfully much loved by your husband. Darling, I have been a little busy too: Last night I went over to make out your allotment, and did so – Enclosed you will find your receipt for same.- Keep it in a safe place until the money comes through, which should be between the first and tenth of July. – I guess we can’t do any good for this month, but the $50.00 will be there in another month. - Aren’t you glad you married a man with so much money? Also, sweet, I took out an insurance policy for $5,000 with you as beneficiary, and Mom as contingent beneficiary. I already have a policy for her, and you have always been the second beneficiary on it. – Those papers will come through to you whenever the spirit moves the government to mail them. – So – now you are all fixed up dearest! As far as my army life is concerned, I am learning all about the office work of a squadron, so that when & if I’m ever put to work in one after I’m assigned, I’ll know what I’m doing. Also, they finally caught up with me on shots, and gave me three today. – My arms are both pretty sore, and I could do with a little very gentle physical therapy by my wife. Tonight I’m going to bed early, and shave – with my new razor – which I had a heck of a time getting, and also which cost me a buck. – It’s always something, darn it! I’m going to St. Louis one night this week and contact my good friend Jim Flynn – from my Miami days – Jim got a discharge, he’s 44. Beyond that, life is just the same, day after day: - Wanting my wife with me, and wanting to be permanently assigned so that you can be with me – How I do long for that honey! Sweetheart, I’m going to quit writing for now, but I will try and write a much longer one the next time. I love you darling, and want you with me so much. – And, oh sweet, I’m so very glad that you are my wife that I fairly burst with pride in you. – You are truly the most wonderful wife in the whole world. I guess I don’t need to tell you that you have all my love, every least little bit, for always and always honey. Dick P.S. I’m glad you thought to go and see mom, I know that she appreciated it, and – well – keep it up dearest. P.S. – Just think, we have been married a whole week now honey. – A whole week, and soon a year, but those times aren’t very long when we have forever to love one another, are they darling? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5c599b16038e228736c6ade778d0ad6c.jpg f96a0a5a937e6103b39e3479b42f4545 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (119) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 322 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked St. Louis, Missouri May 30, 1943 Sunday Afternoon Dearest Wife, I thought I would stay on the Post today, but I got so blue and lonesome that I just couldn’t stand it out there, so I borrowed a dollar and came on into town. – Now, I’m still mightily lonesome for you dearest. – I guess I’ve been as bad today as I ever was in the whole time since I’ve been in the Army. – Maybe it’s because today is Memorial Day, holidays always make me feel pretty blue anyways. – But, I wish you were with me. Last Memorial Day we went to the races, and it was so awfully warm that we left and then we went out to dinner with Murray and Essie – Remember? Yesterday I saw the Cardinals play the New York Giants – I got off at noon – and it was mighty enjoyable. Most of the Cardinals had been with Columbus at one time or another but I hadn’t ever seen any of the Giants play before. Yesterday also darling, I went over to Classification, and was re-classified as an Investigator. – So if and when I ever ship from here I will go back to that type of work. I enjoyed it very much, and I’ll surely be glad to go back to it. – I’m starting tomorrow to work on getting out of here, so that we can be together quickly! I’m going over to the Post Intelligence Office here, and ask them to re-assign me P.D.Q. I’ll give you a full report of the proceedings in my next letter, so be waiting. – Also, I should know by then where my old outfit is. – I’m going to call Jim Flynn’s’ wife tomorrow night. Honey, about your getting a job until I do get settled, that is up to you. I just can’t know how long it will be before I’m placed, and it would be no good for you out there now. – About three fourths of the time I can’t get out at night here, and you’d be lonesome. – So, if you want to – go ahead. – However, don’t take a job that might run you down, and cause you to work all hours of the night, and don’t take one you wouldn’t be allowed to leave. Well dear wife, I want you to know that I love you and dream about you and plan for us all the time. – Every minute! – And sweetheart, you are the most wonderful wife a man ever could hope for.- Just perfect, and I love you so much – All there is darling! Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2412dcacebc057d1ba253a63386d5f2f.jpg 368b831d62aa1a51175282dd439cdf32 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (120) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 325-326 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri June 2, 1943 Tuesday Dearest Wife, I got two lovely letters from you today darling, and I was really glad to get them. When I don’t hear for a couple of days I sort of start to go slowly crazy, and I accuse the mail man of not getting all the mail out. – But everything is O.K. now. – I really laughed about you and the bird. – I would surely have loved to have seen you. Did it dive bomb you, or let you have it from a high altitude? Honey, I don’t know a thing about gardening, but I really am all for it I think we can probably have the best garden in Grove City with you helping – it’ll probably be me helping you though I suppose. – I didn’t know how dumb I was until I got in the Army. – I don’t know very much about anything I guess. How I wish the day would soon come when we could start the garden, and the children etc. Sweetheart, I don’t know what to say about your coming to St. Louis, and planning to stay very long, with things as they are here now. Here’s my set up – I can be out every night until two o’clock, but I must be in then. On Sundays, I can go out from 9:00 A.M. until 2:00 the following morning. It sounds good, but it isn’t, because in the first place it takes about an hour to get into town, and an hour to leave, and also some nights – without warning – we are restricted altogether. I have looked in the paper here about apartments, but I hadn’t checked on rooms as yet. Probably we can find a room pretty easily though. But, the devil of it is – a lot of the fellows I came in with are leaving today, and some more – who are on Limited Service are due to pull out before long. So far they have not put me on any order, but I am not going to be “frozen” here pending the investigation that is now underway on me – and you too darling. So- sit tight a week or so yet, and I’ll try and find out what gives with my shipment – how soon etc. Then, if I find that I will be leaving soon, you had better wait. But, if I’m not going to leave, by all means let’s plan on you coming here. I’m awfully tired of not having you with me when we ought to be having all of this time together. I thought when I was home that we would be all settled by this time darling. Honey, just three weeks now we’ve been married. And we’ve had practically no time together at all since. – We’ve just got to get together soon sweetheart. You asked about the chances of being in St. Louis permanently, and the answer is that I have nothing to do with that at all. If they want me here – then here I’ll be, but otherwise – I’ll be moved out. The only other question I can think of that you wanted answered is that Mrs. Frank Wright is Ann Wright (Dietsch’s) mother, and a hell of a nice old gal she is too. – We’ll definitely need to visit her sometime when the war is over. – What a lot of things we’ll have to do! – The thought of them all and of all our lives together make me very very happy, sweetheart. If only this war were over right now! Darling, I just got a third letter from you today! It seems as though I really did hit the jack pot today, and am I glad! – Sweet, I’m sorry I didn’t send you more money, but I was afraid I might need it before the end of the month. As to the new job – we’ll just have to “sweat that out.” Well dearest, I’m going to quit for now, probably I’ll write again tomorrow, so be a good wife, and dearest – I love you more than anything else in the whole wide world. All there is Evelyn sweet! Your Husband, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9e15796f2db78bf8c1980d510c0fcb44.jpg 8f2ffa609ba4164a6061fe512ec561af Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (121) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 329 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked St. Louis, Missouri June 6, 1943 Sunday Afternoon Dear Mrs. Clark, Just a line from your husband to let you know that he is missing you today as always, and loves you very very much. Last night, as I told you, I was squadron C.L. and spent a very full evening inside. – I had to get up at 4:15 this morning and then wake up the K.P’s. – Boy that was really a job, those fellows definitely didn’t want to get up and do K.P. on Sunday, and I don’t blame them very much either. – Then I took bed check and finally climbed in bed myself at about 7:30 this morning. I got up at eleven and readied myself for the baseball game, getting there first for its start, only to have it rain after about four innings. I came from there, here, and I think that after I finish this note to you, that I’ll go to a movie someplace. St. Louis is a mighty nice town, but it would be a lot nicer if you were only here with me. If I were permanent, and we could find a place to live, it would be almost ideal. – But, I don’t think we’ll ever live here. I still have heard nothing about my leaving here; and naturally nothing about the new job angle that I’m working on. – That will probably take some time. I guess there isn’t any more in the way of news right now honey. The fact that I love you should not be news to you, but – I do love you, Evelyn, I know what a wonderful wife I have, and I’m just praying that I can be even a little worthy of you sweetheart. I’ll sure be trying awfully hard, if that will help any, and oh darling, I can hardly wait for us to be together in our own apartment, a home, or room, or whatever we are lucky enough to have. – Then I know that we’ll know what real happiness is. Write to me darling, and pray with me that we won’t be separated much longer. Your Husband, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d8f27ee90653b393634b2bdb0d5804f3.jpg 1d5d7cff6e62558616f4251580fcf629 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (122) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 332-333 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked St. Louis, Missouri June 8, 1943 Dearest Wife, It’s a very hot – sticky afternoon here in St. Louis, and very dull too. I’m working – in theory – but actually there isn’t a great deal to do except sit around and wish for you to be with me. – I’m having a heck of a time right now. In the first place, I can’t seem to get any action towards being shipped. – I haven’t been to the Post Intelligence Office as yet, but I may go later on this afternoon. If they can’t do anything to help me, I’m liable to be here for the duration – doing nothing really constructive – but just more or less fooling around. I found out where everyone from Miami went, and that too made me feel bad. – They went to Amarillo Texas, which – from all I can gather – is the only place in the country that is worse than Abilene and Camp Barkeley. – I don’t even know whether I’ll ask to go back with them. That country would really be rough for you I know. – What do you think? The second thing to bother me – you’ll laugh at this – I have been plagued with bed bugs for the last four days. They have just naturally chewed me up. I have big welts all over me which alternately hurt and itch, and I have been in misery. – They are getting big enough now to almost move the bed around, and all from eating me. – I have to eat more food than usual now to keep body and bugs together. Third, I have lost a sheet – stolen almost out from under my nose, and a rain coat – like wise disappeared. – Probably the whole thing will cost me about eight bucks and so out of my June pay – payable the first of July. – June first came and is now passing and I find that I don’t get paid until about the tenth of the month. Right now I am at the “enough for one more pack of cigarettes” stage, but I have a hot prospect for a loan all lined up, and so I should make out O.K. – But all of these various things add up to the fact that I figure God must be a little put out at your husband for something or other. – You could if you were here at least put something on my bites – I promise to have myself properly fumigated before we are together, because these damned bed bugs would add nothing whatever to our happy married life together. So – that about sums up all of your husbands’ misfortunes for the moment. – I surely do miss you darling. Somehow when you’re around nothing very bad can happen to me, and even if it does – I don’t seem to mind very much. I was mighty sorry to hear about you catching cold, darling. I do want you to take care of yourself and not get ill. – You’re far away the most precious thing I have on earth. – So please rest, and get lots of sun, and be as always dearest. Darling, the poem tickled me to death. – I would like very much to meet Earl. – After we’re home safe & happy again, we’ll have a lot of calls to make, and travelling to do. – Oh darling, I do hope it will be soon. Well, I’ll close for now, and write again soon. – And you do the same. Is it necessary for me to tell you how much I love you, and miss you and want you with me? Whether it is or not, I do! Dick P. S. Two weeks today darling, you have been a bride! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3eaa75bb126ec2a242bf530ef287c6cc.jpg ce5ec7c973fc25a77e4fd1b40f8d4535 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (123) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 335 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri June 9, 1943 Dearest Wife, Thursday, and a rainy one at that. I had planned to go to the Baseball game tonight, so naturally it would rain. – I’m getting so that I kind of enjoy those games. Soldiers get in free, and I figure I might as well take advantage of all the opportunities. Still no real news about your husband, darling. Tuesday night I walked over and saw some new arrivals from Camp Barkeley and got all the gossip. They said that the platoon I was in was going to graduate about fifteen men. Personally, there is no doubt in my mind but that I would not have been there for the ceremonies regardless. Yesterday was graduation down there, and I was a little blue for a few minutes. I did want a commission pretty badly. – Then, I had to take shots and consequently I became even bluer. – I positively can never catch any disease I feel sure. I don’t know, but I guess yesterday was just a bad day. After the shots, I went back to work and had a very busy day. Then I was “C.L.” again last night, and right now I’m working on about three or four hours sleep. – Yeah honey, I’m out for sympathy from my wife I guess. Can’t you give me just a little? I got a letter from Bob yesterday. He’s now back in Texas and I guess June isn’t with him. He’s kind of a drill instructor I guess. I wouldn’t like that at all myself. He said that I should tell you that he’ll collect a kiss from you as soon as he sees you again. –I guess he can have one, but no more. Still no news about my shipping yet, but I do think that something may develop soon now. I have nothing to base that opinion on – just a hunch! – What about you, honey? What have you been doing? Did you decide to take a job, or are you going to rest up for a while? – Keep you husband informed on all such developments. – By the way, I’m enclosing the receipt on our allotment. – Save it, we may need it sometime, you never know how the Army will mess things up next. Well dearest, I guess there isn’t any more news to tell you, except that I love you and miss you a lot. All the time I think of you and at night I lay awake and think of you before sleep will come. – With sleep comes dreaming, and you are always there. Awake or asleep you are a part of all my thoughts and dreams and plans. – You just belong darling wife, and that is definitely as it should be. There isn’t a single fault in all of you that I know of, and – I just love you all there is. Your Husband, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ba44c3b548cfbcf51916987f76bfd8de.jpg ece841afc8aa3b9d60b42c0b8b329710 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (124) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 337-338 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri June 10, 1943 Darlingest Wife Evelyn, Your husband is really spending a very quiet and orderly Saturday night: I am squadron “C.I.” and have to stay in the office all evening. I have been very busy too, although right now there is nothing much doing. It would be very perfect right now with you here: - It is pouring down rain, which I love as you know! I sent my runner out for some beer, and he returned with both beer and pretzels – the like of which I haven’t had since you and I used to go down to see Bob and June. - How I do long for those good old days! Maybe it won’t be as long as we’re afraid it will be. Sweetheart, your letters make me want to be with you so much. How I would have loved to have “dawdled” in that stream with you, and laughed at your painting the floor as well as the stove, and to have just been there to share the quiet uneventful day with you! We’ll have an awful lot of them though darling – just us, living life to it’s very fullest – just being together and sharing those little personal experiences that really make life fun, and worth living. I haven’t done anything really important since I wrote you last night: I went to the baseball game, and saw Mort. Cooper the ace of the Cardinal staff, pitch a one hit game against Philadelphia – it was really a masterpiece: Two men got to first base, and none any further than that. Tomorrow, I think that I’ll go again if the weather is nice: - Soldiers really do pretty well along that line here. There still is no news of my leaving, or of anything indicating any change from the better along this line of our being together. But I’m still working, and if the job I mentioned does come through, then it will be worth any amount of waiting, because you and I will have a wonderful salary, and a good home life, and also I will truly be serving the country “for the honor and the glory,” once more, as I never could have done as an officer in uniform. Dearest, I have been missing you as much as a man could ever possibly miss his wife for the last week or so. I want you right with me. I want to touch you, and take all of you in my arms, and kiss you and on and on into complete blissful oblivion. – I love you my wife, and I need you a whole whole lot! How I hope that they dispose of me rather quickly! – although, they won’t -naturally – We couldn’t ever be that lucky I don’t suppose. Well dearest wife, I guess I will quit writing for tonight, but tomorrow is another day, and probably I’ll get a chance to write then again. Good night my very own darling, and - I do love you more than can ever be imagined! All the love in the World Dearest, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9a79fad81ea6fa89f6cf2779c9c08c69.jpg 24b063b5d410a0a496cd62bd2837b354 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (125) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 341-342 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri June 15, 1943 (Tuesday) (Note this letter was written 6/12/43) Dearest Wife Evelyn, Saturday, and a terrifically warm one at that. It is so humid here that a person can just sit still and sweat. I know the first place I can think of would be the backyard at the Stark household! Remember how cool it was last summer compared to the way it was in Columbus? We’ll just simply have to live in a place where all is quiet and serene and cool, when this War is over. We’ll garden, and raise children, and visit our neighbors and friends, and just be together – just us! There is very little in the way of news – as usual. – Thursday as I told you I would, I went to the baseball game. Last night I ate at the Service Club here on the post, and then visited some of my O.C.S. classmates for about three bottles of beer – then a shower and to bed. Today I’m working again, tonight I think that I’ll go to St. Louis and take in a movie - just to get away from this place. Tomorrow too I’m going in and see the double header – still at the idea that the best in life is free. After that I am utterly at a loss for news and the future is just as uncertain as it ever was. I’m still not on any shipment, I haven’t heard a thing about the job I’m after, - nothing. – All I do is hope that something will happen, and wait, and grow more and more disgusted and blue and impatient to get definitely settled so that we can be together. – I thought I surely would be placed by now. Honey, I know it’s foolish, but if you want to come to St. Louis, come ahead. I want you with me, and I miss you so much. The only thing I’m afraid of is that I’ll be shipped about the time you would get here. - But, use your own judgement darling, I’ve weakened so much that I can’t say no to your coming. – I want you honey! Sweetheart, what has my wife been up to lately? – How I do enjoy hearing about all the mischief you get in, and everything that you do is just fine with me! I guess I just love my wife as much as I possibly can dearest. What did you do about getting a job at Kilgores? If the hours weren’t so long, or off, I wouldn’t mind you working there if you don’t come out here with me. But, anything you do is OK with me darling, that is for sure! Oh Evelyn if you were only with me right this minute! How I love you, and dream about you, and want you! You are my darling, the apple of my eye, just everything in the whole world to me sweetheart. Goodbye for now sweet, and if you do decide to come, come quickly dearest. All the Love a Husband can give, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2278fd8dc32b91e1de4fc7306f94707c.jpg 8228d0716ef9c4fe34a3aabdada83eb5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (126) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 345-346 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, MO June 15, 1943 (Note this letter was written 6/14/43) Monday Afternoon Dearest Wife Evelyn, Things are not changed in the least around here: It is still almost unbelieveably hot here, and I‘m told that this is only the beginning, that it really gets much hotter in July and August. – Personally I don’t see how it could be hotter – all I’ve been doing is sweating day and night, and looking for the breeze that never gets here. I’m getting sick of telling you that there is nothing new as to my shipment, but there is not a word. I’m afraid I’ll be here indefinitely - just unassigned as I am now with no chance to live off the post, no chance for a promotion or anything else. - I doubt whether I get the job I’m after because of lack of experience, but that still seems to me to be my best bet. – If we even get that job honey, we’ll really be awfully lucky. In the meantime, maybe I’m foolish, but I think that it would be O.K. for you to come out here. – We can find a room for about $10.00 a week, or a reasonably decent hotel for $2.00 or so a day. Jobs can be found pretty easily, and pretty good ones too. And, undoubtedly when I am shipped from here, we would be able to drive to wherever I have to go, and we can probably make the trip at government expense, on gov’t gas stamps. – Also, when you drive down here, you can get enough gas to get here by declaring that you are changing your residence, and the ration board will come through with enough gas stamps. If you have a job by the time you get this letter, you’d probably better stay at home and keep at it, but other wise – if you think it’s a good idea let me know – and come ahead! I guess I must be missing you honey, but I can’t see any reason for us being apart the way things are turning out, can you? Write at once and tell me what you think, and if you decide to come, tell me approximately when so that I can begin to work on finding you a place to live, and also so that we can arrange a meeting place. – I’m pretty excited right now, too excited to tell you what I’ve been doing since Saturday – nothing really – just a movie and a ball game yesterday. Well sweetheart, I’m going to quit for now as I must get back to work; but I’m loving you and missing you, and wanting you just all that a husband can. Your Loving Husband, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6bf5cce3600c6c7a7580ecada6878b40.jpg 6434cdb040989068876f537f453300bd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (127) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 350 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri June 16, 1943 Tuesday Dearest Wife, Just a little note darling on account I have been thinking of you all day, and all last night, almost without interruption. Dearest, the way you wrote yesterday, you must have thought I wouldn’t want you to go to W.Va. Darling, I want you to be happy, and you do need a rest and a little fun. I hope you’re having a swell time down there right now. – I’ll bet that when you and Ruth are together you really do get a lot of talking done. Honey, last night Will Osborne put on a show for us here on the post, and how I did wish for you then: The moon is getting fuller every night, and his music was good, and just enough romantic to make me long terrifically for my wife. – All evening I was seeing you as you were the night we got married – you looked awfully swell that night darling, and I was and am mighty proud of my wife. Four weeks today darling we’ve been married, and how I wish we had been together all of the time. – But we will be from now on, if you’re willing. I still think it will be O.K. for you to come out now if you think so too, and I sure want you to do so. It may be that if you come my orders will come through real quick, and if they do we can then travel together to our next post. Would you like that? Well dearest, it’s back to work for me now. So have a good time sweetheart, and write me and miss me, and plan to come to St. Louis real soon. I love you darling wife all the love there is in the world, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0a493e67530184ece2d8380fad117636.jpg 520e79f42a0203617b39b07a59ca2453 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (128) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 352 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri June 17, 1943 Wed. Afternoon Hi Sun Burn! Life goes on darling. One day drags through to a close to be followed by another – similar – one. Days pile up somehow into weeks and time goes by. Its dull and boring here now, and very hot and sticky. I guess that all of my ambition has now departed, and I am stagnate – just watching the world go by, and hoping that soon something good will happen. – It’s a terrible feeling. Dearest, I surely hope you are enjoying yourself a lot this week, and that you aren’t nearly as sun burned as you sounded. I can just see those red shoulders, and I hope I have a nice sun kissed wife when she gets back. I know that you won’t get this until you are back, but I hope you’re just swimming and relaxing, and enjoying life to its fullest. I surely do wish I was with you there on a vacation or something. – Did you get the recipe for fixing the ham up Southern style? - Also, I don’t know what to think about me being at the foot of the bed. – I can think of a much better spot than that for me. Sweetness, what have you decided about coming on to St. Louis? I’m anxiously awaiting a reply on that one. I do miss you dearest, and I want you with me if possible, and I think it’s possible if you do. – So, write and tell me what you think, and – here’s hoping it won’t be too long now until we’re together. Be a good girl and love me dearest, as I do you – all a husband possibly can. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4546e56536a1ba32a5931785dbf29ca2.jpg b38849c40d49f7dd87bdf67970ebad00 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (129) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 354 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Jefferson Barracks, Missouri June 18, 1943 Hi - Darling, Friday – fish day – and all of the fish will be G.I. Time, still flies and nothing much happens around here to even tell you about. Yesterday I worked all day on about three hours sleep – I went to the ball game Wed. night and didn’t get in until about two. – Then yesterday I also had another shot to take and it hurt. Last night I ate at the cafeteria in the P.X. then read for awhile and went out and looked at the moon. It was very beautiful and full and summery, a perfect night to have had my wife with me. – How I would have enjoyed that! As it was I got lonesome and indulged in some wishful thinking – Wishing that we were together, no matter where, but preferably in our own home, on our own front porch; or else out in the woods, or along a lake or ocean. – We have a lot of living left to do darling. – A whole lifetime full. How I hate the army, and this war for keeping us apart, and keeping us from beginning on all the things that we need to do together. Tomorrow – Saturday – I am C. I. again, and so I’ll have lots of time for thinking about us. That’s about all I get done anymore – just dreaming day and night about my wonderful wife. And you are wonderful, darling! Do you know that? You’ll never know quite how grand I think you are, and how I miss you and how awfully much I love you. I’m so proud of you sweetheart, and I know that no one else has a wife as nice as mine. – No one! You’re just perfect and all there is in the world for me dearest. Honey, I’m looking forward to hearing when you’re coming to St. Louis, and I’ll really hunt for a spot for you to stay, or maybe it would be better to put you up in a hotel and let you find a place during the day time. – I think it would, because it would give you something to do. Anyway, let me know what goes on! Sweet, I just got your Wednesday letter, and I’m mighty jealous of the state senator! – You stay away from those men or I’ll fly over on my magic carpet and steal you away. – I’m glad you’re having a good time down there dear, and I really wish I were there with you. I guess it’s just that I’m in love with my wife through – all of this! Do you suppose? Your Husband, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b11b9a81c6ac60969f75d22291ade466.jpg f153633d083aad67a2888c63b3997a4a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (130) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 356 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Saturday Afternoon Darlingest Wife Eveyln, Surprise, I thought that in case you want to frame this letter that I had better write it on a typewriter, so here goes. I have a little bit of news that might be of some interest to you, and you might even like it. The fact is that you had better not come to St. Louis after all. You see, it really wouldn’t be very practical just now, because I’M SHIPPING OUT TO WRIGHT FIELD, DAYTON OHIO PROBABLY THIS COMING WEEK. It’s almost unbelievable, and it is entirely luck: I had nothing to do with it myself, except to cheer when the news came out today. I don’t know for sure what I’ll be doing, but I imagine that it will be in the same line of work that I have been engaged in since I’ve been in the army. I’m going to the Material Command, which is supply headquarters for the Air Corps. – I’ll write you all the details when I get more information, and I’ll let you know the day I ship. I don’t know that yet, but I imagine that next week I’ll be close enough that I could see my wife over Sat. and Sunday. Oh my Lord isn’t it wonderful? More than I ever dreamed of. If it is a permanent assignment, and I think that it is, you can get a job in Dayton, or in the vicinity teaching, and we can be together, almost as we wish it. Or if you don’t want to teach, I imagine there are plenty of jobs to be had for the asking around that town. I’m just keeping my fingers crossed for fear something will happen to mess us up. But it looks as though everything will be all right with the world after all. If we get set up the way I hope that we will, and hear that we can, I will forget all about my chances for the job I have applied for. So start cheering, and begin to make plans accordingly. There is really no other news right now, but that should be enough to keep you thinking for awhile. I enjoyed reading the letter from Betty Trego, and it made me a little sad too. I surely do agree that it will be nice when we can get back to normal, and live like God meant us to. By the way, Mom informed me that a package from Tom and Toots had come to her, and she wondered what to do with it. I told her to keep it that you would be down, so you had better go down this week sometime. I guess that that is about all in this letter. - They just took over the typewriter so I’ll continue in pen. – Be a good girl dearest, and be ready to come to Dayton when you get directions from me. – And keep on loving me honey. – It will only be a little while now at most until we are together. All my love goes to my wife, and there is an awfully, tremendous amount of it darling. Your Husband, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cce42c79afd7c510ad8285f0971e3a29.jpg 3e361dcdbe22b275b6f04b2c5de1f9c2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (131) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 358-359 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dearest, I’m mighty sorry I didn’t get to write you and tell you that I was coming to Dayton so soon, but I didn’t know it myself until Monday morning for sure. – I left St. Louis at 12:30 P.M. yesterday – Monday – and got in Dayton about 2:00A.M. Tuesday morning, it was really a rugged trip we toured all of Illinois and most of Indiana and Ohio before we got here, and it was a G.I. day coach, which is just one step removed from a box car. – To get here however I would gladly have come in the box car. Today all day they have kept me busy assigning me to barracks, classifying me, etc. – I understand that tomorrow morning I am to report to the Special Services Officer for duty. I can’t imagine what I’ll be doing there, but all I can do is await developments. I do know that I did not go out on my right classification, but I’ll never tell them that. – If I did I might not get to stay in Dayton, and I’m against leaving. They told us today that this is a permanent assignment, and that I’ll more than likely be here for the duration. – That is unless I should get the job I wrote you about in which case we may leave, but I’ll then be a civilian. Darling, as near as I can gather, it will be possible for us to live together off the post – if we can find a place to live. The housing situation is the big issue here. But, at worst, I get a pass every night from five in the evening until five thirty in the morning, and from five o’clock Saturday until five thirty Monday morning. Plus a three day pass once every thirty days, and a furlough once every six months. So, sweetheart, it looks as though at last we have a very good break! – Incidentally, this coming Saturday, June 26, I will be able to get out. If we had time to get letters back and forth, I would ask you whether you want to come over or want me to come home, but all things considered, I will come home. Plan to meet me at the Neil House in the Lobby between seven and seven thirty, if I’m not there by then, wait on me, because I definitely will be there sometime as near to that time as I possibly can make it. – I’m going to hitch hike over, I’m just about broke and I won’t get paid until the fifteenth of July. If it’s O.K., let’s plan to stay at your house Saturday night, and go down and see my mother Sunday – maybe we can work in a Sunday evening dinner on her. – Also, how is the fried chicken and pie situation up on the Stark manor? – I’m just hinting dearest wife for some of my own wifes’ cooking – with rolls. Well sweetness, I’m going to quit for now and go to bed. I’m mighty tired, but I’ll try and write again this week. – If not, meet me Saturday evening in the Neil House Lobby, and plan to come back to Dayton with me dearest. – You can see how the job and room situation both are. Goodnight darling wife, and I’ll see you real soon. – Sounds almost impossible doesn’t it honey? I love you Evelyn just all the love there is in this world. Your Husband, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a83b0bc92f23bbfba91192f249d6536a.jpg ed1c11f556efabe183230e1489551f26 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (132) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 362 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 9, 1946 Wednesday Morning Dearest Wife Evelyn, In study hall and finally have things quiet. – I just got through bouncing Bill Miller around a bit, and probably will hear from his pappy this afternoon. Don’t anticipate too much difficulty however. Monday morning I just did make it on time. Worked hard all day Monday. – Then Monday evening I went down home and got my clothes. – What a time that was honey. – I had the most lonesome feeling and a big lump in my throat. – I guess I couldn’t have stood it staying there alone. Monday evening I went over to Paces’ and played C.M.’s new football game. We tied 7 – 7. It was really quite a bit of fun, but only two can play. I don’t think that Adele is very happy about his having acquired it. – Went home and really did dream of you. Tuesday – more work. – An assembly in the morning and a basketball game that night. – We got beat by Aquinas 40-36. Strikler was high point man for us. I don’t know what was wrong exactly, the boys had a lot of shots but couldn’t hit. Aquinas was awfully rough for one thing, and liked to kill Smiley. This evening I’m going to take Mom down town for dinner as her birthday present. Bill is in Toledo. I don’t have any other plans for the balance of the week except to go to the game Friday night at Gahanna. Incidentally, Pete & Betty had me over for dinner and had chop suey. – It was real good. Yes honey I did close up the house properly. Got the plumber and everything all taken care of Monday. I guess that’s about all for now except to tell you something you already know: That is, that I love you and love you and love you, and always have and always will; and that I miss you very much and have been with you in both Tenn. & Ga. in spirit each night. Tonight I’ll be in Fla. too. Write when you get settled and tell me all about everything you are doing. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a6cb0c13b43528078c36af36b885581e.jpg cfe0443e989b24942eca58055bcf0761 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (133) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 364 -365 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 10, 1946 Wednesday Dearest Evelyn, Study Hall again, and they are pretty quiet right now. Boy have I been busy since I wrote you Sunday night: Monday I graded papers almost all day, and until eleven o’clock Monday night. Tuesday I got my grades on the grade sheets, and averaged everything up for the semester in addition to teaching all of my classes. Last night we played Ashville, a basketball game, and lost for the third straight time. I don’t know what has happened to them, but they look like a different team. I think what they really need is you watching them. – I know I would do a lot better with that sort of inspiration. Tonight I have to chaperon that damned sophomore skating party, so if I wire you from a hospital bed you’ll know what happened. Tomorrow night I have no plans, but I suppose something will turn up that I won’t want to do. Friday we play Circleville down there, and unless the boys snap out of it, will get beat again. Additional news of interest only to my wife is that I love her and miss her more and more every day. I even have a tough time going to sleep because I’m thinking about you and that gets me to wishing we were both home in our own little bed, and that we could be cuddled up – even with your cold feet on my stomach darling. Incidentally, my financial status is solvent, and I’m sure will continue to be: I’ve got about $32.00 left, and even after I pay Wade for the locker, should wind up O.K. Plus that, I got back a check from that insurance company for $28.60, because they turned down my policy application, on account of C.D.D. I have the papers and am going to take that government policy out P.D.Q. Tonight after school, I have my meeting with the investigating committee for the Masons, so it looks as though - if I am approved – I’ll be taken in about the time you get back. Speaking of you getting back, have you seen about bus transportation yet, and when are you coming? I want to start marking off the days on the calendar. I guess I just miss you sweetheart, and I know that from now on we’ll take all of our trips together. It’s awful to be that much in love, but I am, and I’m afraid you’ll first have to put up with me. Write to me often dearest, and tell me what you’re doing, and why it took you so long to get to Florida, and if you do – tell me that you love me, because I need to be told all the time. – I miss you and want you and love you honey more and more every day. All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/89a8961d83f5761fa2463ed6769ee4c6.jpg 92d8bea518922962a3c2275fe067b95f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (134) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 368 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 11, 1946 Friday Dearest Evelyn, Study Hall again, on the start of what looks like a nerve-racking day. I have been asked at least fifty foolish questions already today; have given makeups on four different tests, gotten them quiet etc. Sometimes I think I’d rather be a bartender. Say honey I sure hope you aren’t in any trouble regarding this flood proposition. I’ve been worried about you ever since I first heard you were down in that territory. I know that by the time you get this you will be safe in Lake Worth, but you be careful down there too and come home to me safe and sound. Wednesday night I took mom to Mills Buffet for dinner. – I had a shrimp cocktail and lobster. – I could hardly wait to tell you about it. Yesterday I got my new pants & jacket and I have them on today. All of the kids have been whistling at me. Last night I went over to Pace’s and we played two more games of football; I beat him both games and then rubbed it in about his strategy being poor. Tonight I’m going to drive up to Gahanna taking Pace and Delno along. We are going to eat at the Village first and maybe have a beer or two afterwards. I don’t have any plans at all for the week end, so I may possibly get those letters written that you wanted me to write. I also have about a million papers to grade. I saw Kathleen yesterday and she told me that this town meeting affair is tentatively scheduled for the third of March, she also said that this Columbus Town Meeting people are contacting some of the National magazines with a view towards getting photographs and a story for the affair. Wouldn’t you like to see your husbands picture in Life? I stopped in to see Dr. Lansitel but he wasn’t in, and has a four o’clock class. I think that I’ll get Breck to take my last class and go down some afternoon next week. Well honey I’m going to quit for now and write you more later. But in answering the question in your letter - you know how much I miss you and love you and am waiting for you to come home again. You’re just everything in the world to me sweetheart, and I love you to death. Dick. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1e4436b3b2dbfe6e90e2bd3bf56598cd.jpg b17001f8de40f121381dc14924125b7b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (135) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 370-371 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 14, 1946 Sunday Afternoon Dearest Evelyn, I surely do hope you are now safe in Florida: I haven’t had a letter or anything since the one you wrote last Tuesday when you were still stranded in Kentucky. Needless to say, I’ve been worrying ever since. I don’t think I can ever let you go away again without me. I just feel empty when you’re gone. Friday night Delno Adams, C.M. and I went to Gahanna to the basketball game – had dinner with Adele at the Village beforehand. Grove City got beat again, and this one hurt because it was in the league. I think Pete’s luck must have run out because we lost by one point after having lead all the way. Don’t know what was the matter with the boys, but they really were awful. After the game, we went out and drank beer and got Adams soused which was fun, but I discovered later that I must have been a little that way myself as was C.M. Among other things, we ate four hamburgers a piece with onion. Saturday I called Murray and Essie turned him loose, so we shot pool and drank beer from Frombes and Hi to the “Ringside” at Broad, and then back again. Essie fixed us some home baked ham sandwiches (which were not as good as yours) and then we played gin rummie. I won a dollar. Today I drove out to Grove City to another meeting on this lecture series. The preacher said he has heard that you were away and wondered when you would be back. I think he may have had some ulterior motive in his questioning. The Town Meeting is set for March 3, and is to be a dinner meeting with a lot of New England color etc. I sure hope it is successful. I don’t know much other news. Mom is making a butterscotch pie for dinner, and I’m hungry right now. We play Ashville Tuesday night and Circleville on Friday, beyond that I have no plans for the week, but will doubtless make some. Kathleen White got me Henry Wallaces’ book “60 Million Jobs,” which I must read sometime soon, and I have a mess of papers to grade, and grades to post on the cards, so I’ll be kept busy. Honey, I guess I’ll close for now, but I’m thinking of you every minute and am counting the days until you return, to me again. It seems that I love my wife and miss her and am so darned lonesome without her. Sweetheart you have a wonderful time though because otherwise it wouldn’t be worth any of my having to miss you the way I am. You’re old darling, I love you all there is in this world, and my arms will be wide open when you come back. All My Love – Always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4c23f37fbe998066fb5531924d45ff8f.jpg 5d83f17ed28f8b9650a09a44248d63a2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (136) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 373-374 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 18, 1946 Dearest Evelyn, At last the day I have been waiting for all week has arrived! Friday. It’s a beautiful warm sunshiney day here, and boy do I love it. It was mighty cold Tuesday, Wednesday, and yesterday – around 13 above, and you write about going swimming – I’m envious. Wed. Nights’ skating party was a huge success from the kids point of view: I think about all of them were there. I skated, and got along pretty well for a while, then just as I was trying to get out one of those little exits, they turned out the lights and I fell down. Frankly, I think about half of the kids came just to see that happen. On the whole I didn’t enjoy the thing very much, but I think if you had been there we might have had a good time. It’s funny how much different things are without you – it just doesn’t seem that anything is very much fun. Thursday afternoon I got Breck to take my last period class and I went up to the University and saw Lansitel. He hasn’t changed a bit and seemed glad to see me. He gave me a lot of encouragement about the job possibilities for next year, but had nothing concrete to offer except a promise to talk to the placement bureau and to keep a weather eye open. I also found out that he thought I could do well in administration and he told me who to see, but thought it still pretty early to do much about it. I guess I will lay low until about April on job hunting etc. After seeing him, I went over to Murrays and we went out of for a beer. He still doesn’t have a job and told me his is beginning to worry a little. He and I are both going down Sat. morning and put in our names for jobs with this new Veterans Bureau. – My minimum salary accepted is going to be $3,200 a year, and I think it’s possible that I might land something at that figure, if I do – I’m going to take it, but don’t hold your breath. Last night I ate at the Cliff House with Mom and the Paces & then played Pace a couple of games of football. They said they had gotten a card from you, as did Pete and Betty this morning. I got your letter yesterday, and was I glad to hear from you: Every day that I hear is a red letter day. I guess I’m missing my honey. Tonight I’m going to Circleville, and am taking C.M. along with me. We’ll probably get beat again, and, if so, I expect Pete to jump off the nearest bridge. Beyond tonight I have nothing lined up for the week end, and may get those letters written that you wanted me to. I’ll try anyway. Write to me darling wife, and love me because I love you all there is, All My Love, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f321d57acda79a82093fd86d8ff225f1.jpg f863e57b8500931e9ad1403f8c5a81f9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (137) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to pages 376-377 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 21, 1946 Dearest Evelyn, Blue Monday for sure honey. I got up this morning to find considerable snow on the ground, and still more snow falling. I slipped and slid all the way out to school, and it took me just under an hour to get here. I really envy you your trip darling, but mostly I just wish I was with you. Well, we got heat again Friday night at Circleville 40-35. I don’t know what the trouble is, but I think it’s largely just a question of the ability to put the ball in the basket. C.M. went with me, and after the game we had a few and got home around 12:30. Saturday morning Murray and I went down to the Veterans Administration to see about the job possibilities. Got application blanks and am filling them out, and getting Mom busy lining up the necessary drag. I’m putting $3,200 as my minimum salary to be accepted, and if I can get this one guy (Herb Lape) to go to bat for me, I ‘m going to ask for $3,600. – I don’t know why I’ve gotten the urge all of a sudden to get out of Grove City High School, but I’m sure trying. I think it’s mostly your being gone that’s doing it, I just ain’t happy or content without you. What do you think about me trying for a job like that honey? Do you think it’s smart or not? I know that actually there is time enough for us to worry about taking such a job when it’s offered, but I’d kind of like your opinion. It would be a job somewhere in Ohio, under permanent Civil Service (Federal.) Saturday night, Mom and Bill and I ate at Marzettis (I had Filet of Sole etc.) Yesterday I was over at George and June Wolfes for dinner. June had a real good meal. Found out that George had gotten both the Air Medal and the Bronze Start while overseas. Incidentally, if I were George I would still hit her over the head with a club the way she orders him around. Tonight I’m going downstairs and talk to Anne and Ted for awhile, and then over to talk to Byron Harth about this job proposition. Tomorrow night we play Groveport and if we’re ever going to start hitting, that had better be the time. Honey, I’ve been getting your letters and they have been great morale builders, especially the last one you sent telling me you would be starting for home Sunday. If you want to, and can get the reservation, you can fly home: We still have almost fifty dollars here, and pay day is Friday. If you get in Cincinnati and are stranded call me at school and I will come and get you. In any event, I think I’ll start getting the house opened up next Monday so that everything will be ready when you get home. Have a good time dearest wife, and you know that I’ll love you all there is always, Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/27f914555d6e94edc146f1caad34754a.jpg c262149b0398e6f9d193ed8e6dc4c374 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (138) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 379 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio January 23, 1946 Dearest Wife Evelyn, Study Hall again, and the little ---- are really noisy: I’m thinking about getting a ball bat and just twirling it around my head. Honey the best news I’ve had since you left was in the letter I got yesterday telling me that you would be home next week. I think that is really swell, and I’m just counting the time. I’ll have the house open and warm and waiting for my little wife to come back. Honey, I’m positive that bus from Cincinnati does go through Grove City, so you plan on getting off here. If it doesn’t you call me when you get into Columbus, and I’ll be there in 10 minutes after you, call me at Dales, that’s where I’ll be waiting on the bus, but I know it does stop here. Honey, if you are running short on money, borrow from your folks, and we can send it back to them as soon as you get home. But be sure you have enough to more than take care of your expenses before you start. – Oh sweetheart I can hardly wait for you to get here. Not much in the way of news, although the local boys really came back last night, defeating Groveport 61 to 31, and Groveport was supposed to really be good – only having lost to Worthington and that by only ten points. Smiley got 24 points and they all were hot. I hope they keep it up, Monday night I went down stairs and talked to Anne and Ted. – We ought to have them out sometime. – Incidentally, I ate over at Pete and Betty’s last night for the third time since you left. I guess we’ll have to look after them a time or two also. Tonight I’m going to stay in and work on my application for this job a little more. I want to get something accomplished there one way or the other pretty quickly. Tomorrow night I’m scheduled to go out to dinner some place with George and June, and Friday we got to Hamilton Turp to play basketball. Honey, I’ll try and get another letter to you before you leave, but if I don’t, you know I’m waiting for you with open arms, and loving you just all there is, and I always will. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/74c60f83f7d02f39d078d833ef938dce.jpg 480649872bf3dca3f6ec36be8cd3c0ac Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (139) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 381 of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Postmarked Grove City, Ohio--January 24, 1946 Dearest Evelyn, Just a note to tell you that I'm still thinking of you every minute and will be counting the minutes until you get here. A few words of advice on your trip. 1. Be sure you have plenty of money to get home on. 2. Get the bus in Grove City rather than Columbus. All you have to do is tell the driver to let you off and the bus stops across from the Post Office right by Kroger's. 3. If I shouldn't see it coming, which I probably will, I'll be in Dales, and I'll wait to eat until you come. We can eat in the restaurant out here. I'll have the house nice and warm and everything opened up waiting for you my darling. Not much news: I got my application completed for this Veterens Administration and may be interviewed next week. I'm meeting June & George tonight for dinner and am going to Hamilton Turp Friday. I hope you're somewhere near as anxious to see me as I am to see you and will think about me a little on your way home. Be careful darling, and I'll see you Tuesday evening. Dick http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8cacf6b408d8f3eab448ee0dc3dabe8f.jpg 7914bbf60b9786cca753872d603b1f6e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Angel Flying on the Ground (140) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to back cover of Angel Flying on the Ground: Letters of a Gentleman's Pursuit Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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They were married in Sunbury, May 18, 1943, a short time before Richard Clark's discharge date. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/802b9fcee5f69af79805a7417ce09709.MP4 c5ce468b9d1071aea469d05160390ec2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Military Description An account of the resource This collection contains personal letters and video relating to topics in US Military history and wars in which the US Army was engaged. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Dedication of Morgan Young Marker Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource John Bricker, Sr. (1935-2007) Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource September 25, 1971 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource video Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 722192402 Description An account of the resource This short film shows the dedication ceremony for Revolutionary War soldier Morgan Young (c 1752-1844) to honor him for his service in the American Revolutionary War. 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