Ethel to Lester, September 4, 1936

Sept. 4. 1936 Cleveland O.

Dearest Hubby:

Dearest darling how I would love to spend the holiday with you instead of going to Zanesville, but honey, I don’t want to make the trip to see you for nothing, so the very next time you know you are going to be in Buffalo on a Sunday send me a telegram. Darling please don’t sail any more, I don’t think I can stand it. And darling if you ever feel disappointed in me not showing up, please remember I love you with all my heart and am crying for you this minute. When you get home this winter I’m going to try and be a perfect wife to you. I guess O ought to have been the man and you the wife cause I have to do all the love writing. I hope this letter won’t give you the blues – cause I feel low.
Darling I think you are pretty safe about that bank hook that Grace left you. He is in a pretty good humor now and guess I have talked him in letting Charlie off easy. But I don’t trust him. He took me to the Expo and had a fair time considering who I was with. He bores me to tears. Oh honey if only I could tell you how much you mean to me. The funnies and a letter are waiting for you at Detroit. Please honey, I’m begging once more won’t you write oftener?
Last Sunday after I wrote to you, dad took mother and I to the movies and was I glad to go. We are still working 8 ½ to 9 hrs. a day and am completely all in. Am getting a little fatter tho
Wirt is getting kind of worried cause Miss Ropell is getting awfully crazy about him (so he says) and he doesn’t go for her in that way, and he even has her dieting so she’ll only way 140 lbs. And he says he is making more money now than he ever did. Isn't it too bad he hasn’t your job and you have his. I wouldn’t care if you had only two cents, we are happy and love one another and what more could any one want. Darling, does a letter with a lot of much like this one have you? I can’t help writing it cause it just how I’m feeling. I still am saving that Scotch for you. I take a little swallow of it when I get the cramps. You had better burn these letters up, don’t you think, maybe someone might snoop around and read them and besides you don’t want to keep them.
You remember that dog your Aunt Gertie ha, well Wirt went out to see her and he says the dog is a small horse now and takes all Will’s strength to hold him back. That certainly would be too much dog for me.
Well darling I must close now and pack. Will write you on Labor Day and honey, dream lots of me won’t you. And take care of yourself special good now cause bad weather will be coming, and I still want a husband and just hate being a widow. So honey, nite nite and be good and think of all we get to make up when you get home. It sure will be wonderful. And if you dare talk to me the way Bob Hopp does to his Mrs. you’ll be pushing up daisies. Here is a big hug and kiss and Loads and Loads of love from your adoring and loving wife Ethel