Taken from a Letter about One Month Prior to their Marriage

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In the language of a poet “Tis sweet to love but A! how bitter to love a girl and then not git her.”


Why darling I did not have the blues coming home I was as happy as a lark. But Tuesday morning when I went home and went to work all a lone I was so lonesome, when I thought how far I was from the one I loved and one I know beyond a doubt loved me will you believe me if I say the tears came uncounted. Distance will not be our lot long, so let us be contented with it until the wheel of time brings up better things.
I received a note from Ida this eve she said she received a letter from “Dear Old John”. She and I are going to a mite tomorrow eve about three miles beyond Corydon. I wish you could be there. Cordie says she can go the 5th Sunday if I can get off. I was thinking it would be better to wait a week or two longer. What do you think of it? You will hear from me again before that time and I will tell you definitely whether we will come or not. If we come we will n ot start until afternoon get there about sundown.

Do you know what time next month that is to take place. Must I put in the ring “Nannie” or “To Nannie”? By the way I did not take any guimine, for I forgot it and will expect a whipping when I come down, hope you will be as merciful as possible and glad to say a got along nicely without it. I am through replanting corn and the croppers are half through setting tobacco. It is getting late and my eyes are dim as you may know by this scribbling, asking you to excuse lead pencil as my pen and ink are up at Pa’s I will close.

I am ever your Oscar.

P.S. Take good care of yourself and excuse this miserable written letter. Do not wait until Wednesday to write.