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Dear Granddaughter Alma

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Dear Alma

Dear Alma

My grandmother sent me a framed picture of her father that had stood on her dresser forever. Years later, I found this letter behind the photo; a hidden treasure! It’s the saddest letter in the treasure box.
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On the last page he begs my grandmother to reply and gives a New York address.  He mentions a photo he enclosed of my grandmother and her grandfather together, a photo I’ve never seen. It’s sad that my great-great-grandfather had lost touch with his son and grandchildren. I wonder why?  I wonder if my grandmother replied?  The letter must have been special to her, to have tucked it away behind a photo.  She may have forgotten it was there.
I wonder too, who wrote the letter? The penmanship doesn’t look like that of a 72 year old fruit peddler; it looks like a feminine hand to me.

Maybe my great-great-grandmother wrote the letter for him.   She looks like a woman with nice penmanship.  She’s about the grandest lady in the old photo album.  I wonder what happened between Grand Lady and fruit peddler
I wish I knew more of their story, but there’s no one left to ask.

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Letters.

Love Letter From Ft. Logan

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Love Letter From Ft. Logan

This is the only love letter in the treasure box; potentially the only love letter in the history of my family!

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My mother’s mother’s mother was 14 years old when she received this letter from my great-grandfather.  She was 14 when they married; he was 10 years her senior. They had 23 years together before he died.

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The letter is falling apart. It’s hard to read so, to save you eyestrain, here’s the text.

Dear Girl,  I received your Loving Letter a few days ago, was more than glad to hear from you;  Dear I am alwish glad to get a Letter from you, as I get very lonesome in Ft. Logan. 

Well Dear it is snowing here today.  I think it will get through snowing in July some time.  I hope so anyway.  Tell Miss Dorthy that Joe is on guard today and I go on Saturday and come off Sunday and I cannot come to see you when Joe comes out this next time, so if you come to Denver anytime next week let me know and I will meet you in Englewood, for I cannot go 2 weeks without seeing you, Dear as I love you to much. 

Well Dear I hope we will have better luck the next time we go hunting, I think it was our fault for we were Loving to much, and it scared all the Rabbits away.  Well I caught #@ when I landed home, for I was 2 hours late in (?) but a scolding does not hurt. 

Well Dear I am loosing several hours Sleep, every night. I think of my Dear so far away.  Well Dear I wish you could of sent those Cards, for I never look at the writing for I cannot write myself. 

Well Dear I have to stop writing every once and awhile and look out the East Window but I cannot see anything for the snowing and I am wondering if you Love me as much as I do you Dear for every Day seems like a week when I am alone. 

Well Dear I will Close for this time.  Best regards to your Father, Mother and Sisters 

A Little Verse

Roses are red, Violets are Blue  I love some one; and that is You. 

Good Bye Dear, Write Soon 

Good Afternoon

All you had to do at a family gathering was say “rabbit hunting” and the snickers ensued among those of us who knew about the letter.

Not in front of Great-grandma Mary though.

 

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Letters.