Mon. night
10 till 11.
Dearest,
Just got in bed, have been working at the office we are just about moved in, thank goodness.[1]Tom’s father, Dr. Cartmell, had a small, wooden building that he used for an office at the edge of his property. In 1941, he moved the wooden building and replaced it with a brick building, … Continue reading Well it sort of looks like you are getting your way here I am sitting up writting you a letter. I still think I am getting hooked if I don’t get two in return every week.
You should feel very proud because I very seldom give in, maybe you have that effect on me, but I still wish I hadn’t taken that money for the medicine.
When you come home between semesters don’t forget the letters we can have a nice little bon-fire especially mine. I am afraid yours wouldn’t be enough to start one with.
I am having a heck of a time thinking of anything to tell you because nothing has happened, but Zoe the little fusses that we had I hope really didn’t make you very mad because I really didn’t want it to, I hope that I never make you mad at me.
See you in a few weeks.
With all my love,
Tom
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| ↑1 | Tom’s father, Dr. Cartmell, had a small, wooden building that he used for an office at the edge of his property. In 1941, he moved the wooden building and replaced it with a brick building, which still stands, although it is no longer used as a doctor’s office. Tom helped his father move into the new office. The old building was moved about a mile to some vacant property and used as storage, until it ultimately decayed and disappeared in the 1970s. |
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