Ethel to Lester, September 2, 1936

Sept 2, 1936 Cleveland O.

Dearest darling old dear:

Just got your card and letter. Can’t you do a little better and please honey write me oftener. If you only knew how lonesome I’m for you, you would. Went to Gertie’s wedding yesterday and felt so blue I went outside and cried. But he was a different bridegroom than you. He stuck by his bride and you never came near me once. But you are a dear any how and I wouldn't trade you for the lot of them. I met a fellow at Schmidt’s last nite and he works one of those rigs down at the C + P dock, and I gave him hell for unloading your boat so fast. He remembers the Ford and he told me that the other day on one of the boats an engineer got fired and he started a fight and they had to call the police. And that there is a $300.00 diamond pin and loads of pocketbooks at the bottom of the lake right there.
Wirt is telling those people downstairs on Bunts to get out. He supposed to take me to the Exposition tomorrow nite. I wasn’t going again as it cools quite a bit, but if he wants to take me, well then I’ll get to see what I missed the other time. Last Saturday was Dad’s birthday and Wort sent him a box of 25 El Producto cigars.
Darling at the rate I’m writing letters you’ll need a suitcase for them. You had better use them to start a galley fire with. Honey, just think it is September and I do so hope Oct and Nov pass real quick, cause you can’t get home too soon for me. Uncle Tim said the other nite that he bet you had a big blonde Swede up in Duluth. I don’t like it when he says such things. Honey darling, I want us to be different, to be always in love, and oh yest I must tell you Wirt was talking about Frances Schmock and he calls her that peculiar looking girl and he says Grace was awfully worried that you were going to marry her.
Sweetie, I won’t be up to Buffalo till after Labor Day and when I know for sure you are in Buffalo on a Sunday I’ll come to you like a flash. Cause honey I love you so and if you were here, I’d squeeze you to pieces. I guess I’m plain daffy over you. You know what I would like to do this winter. Go on a honeymoon. How about it sweetie?
In a way I hate to see bad weather come. I always worry more about you when the snow flies.
You remember me writing that Bounce hasn’t been feeling well, well it seems that if we let him run off once in awhile he gets his appetite back. But I hate to let him run the streets.
I hear that Mattie would like to go South. Do you suppose that means he would like Charlie to go with her or go to h—l? I think Charlie would be better off to marry her or some one and then he would have a home and some one to make a fuss over him. I intend to go over there a week from this Sat. unless by accident you should come in.
Well darling, I hope you keep on being good and staying away from floozies (even if they are free) and I don’t want any body but you. I’m writing this in bed am half asleep, but will write again before I go to Zanesville. And please honey, won’t you write oftener. I have just about got all your letters worn out reading them so much. Goodnite darling wish you were here to tuck me in and give me those 3 kisses. Anyhow Loads and Loads and Loads of love from your loving wife Ethel