Category: 1903 Edward

Thursday Evening 9/26/1903

My Precious:

Letter from Bayview reached me today. I was about to write to Cross Village again, making sure the mama would add several days to her visit. I am glad you had a happy time. I believe it would be an ideal place for us.

         Oh, Dearie, Dearie Love! How are want you. It seems that you will surely come in just a few days. Everything is so like last year at this time. When I got back from my trip, 10:30 Friday evening, it was very foggy about the station, And I thought of that time we stood on the bridge and watch the station lights till the Alpha Phi’s surprised us. And it seems that it must be only yesterday it all happened. I lived all over. One evening recently I tried to telephone Voorhees at the Delta Gamma house, and it brought back my first interview over the phone last fall, when I have come to see you. It was September 24, I think over one year go tonight! Everything reminds me of that happy, happy time. The other day I took a walk in the country and pick up some apples. Every breath of air had last fall in it. And you!

         You asked about the lantern showing current at the bottom. I don’t know what the trouble is, should head to see just what you mean. But try raising and lowering the light by means of the set = on the back.

         I was told by the man at Partridge and Blackwell’s that Brown’s living room was by all means the best, but they didn’t keep it.  I thought best pretty nearly expert testimony, on the circumstances. Newcomb or Endicott have it. There will be sale in January. The man at the N and E’s, who seems to have “size up this situation”, Told me that it would be better for a young lady who thought of getting married to buy a tablecloth and napkins too much. The beautiful Scroce’s designs to predominate, and where highly conventional I think them beautiful. The circles in the squares are old fashioned. The more I think of the first ones we saw, the better like the pattern.

         I think your letters are so fine and cheerful. Dearie, you are growing up. We grow most when we think Lisa Ross else, I’m believe. I’m best when loving you and forgetting all about myself. I have made some excellent fudge on Mr. Druereaux’s chafing dish.

                  Goodbye, my well = loved.

                           Your own worshipful lover   Edward

 

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August 8, 1903

My dear Miss Richardson:

         I thank you for your promptness in answering my questions about the mother. I had some thought of going to Colorado on the excursion. August 1; but since I preferred Northern Michigan, I abandoned the project when I heard that your mother was so delightful.

         I was surprised and delighted to receive the picture. I had not hoped you would have it and to send so soon. It was very good indeed, it not only looks like you, but it seems to have something of your personality about it. I am very glad indeed to have it. Unfortunately, I haven’t one equally good to send you. The one I shall offer in exchange was taken about two weeks before I visited Bay View in 1900. I will not mail this to you, but will bring it to you, as I hope to be in Bay View Monday or Tuesday, to stay for several days. Should I change my plans, I will send the photo soon.

I met Mr. Freeman yesterday, and he told me he had eight places “on the hill”. He was going down state about on the half-run, so I didn’t get particulars. State Street, by the way, is all torn up, and when you see it again, it will have a beautiful smooth asphalt pavement, like that of Huron Street.

         You should not be so sensitive about your style. Your last letter was a grin, if I may say so – admirably clear and clear cut.

                  Yours sincerely

                           Edward B. Charles

August 8    

 

 

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July 26 1903

My Dear Miss Richardson:

[1]I was very glad to get your letter a week ago today. It did me good. I was much interested, too, in the Bay View announcement – Minor, I think it was. I see there are no courses in rhetoric or composition. I wonder why? Those courses are very popular in the summer school here. I think I will talk to Mr. Ball about it. Do you think it would take?  Ask your mother what she thinks about it.

         I have had all sorts of petty misfortunes since I wrote last. Not the least was a carbuncle. I believe that is the name for it. I had a great time with that, and had my first experience of ether.  It is really horrible; I shudder whenever I think of it. I hope death is not like that. But for the past week, all has gone well, and I have felt uncommonly like work, and have done a pretty good week’s stint of it.

         I only complain of the rain. It rains every day, with the regularity of the tropical rain belt.  Please let me know whether it rains all the time up north. I shall start out on my vacation in about a week, and if the weather is good I hope to in some sort of camping place up there. Should like the Superior shore. Mr. Freeman will perhaps go with me. If it is not too much trouble, please let me know what sort of weather you have

.Mr. Freedom did not get the place in Arkansas, and has not found anything to his liking up to the present. I hope he will; though I think he would do better to stay here another year, and try for his degree.

         I have not seen your “lonely Carolyn”, but hope I may. I have no “principles” to keep me away, though I should no doubt feel somewhat embarrassed to call on anyone who would be surprised to see me. I hoped I might fall in with her somewhere; but haven’t seen her since I wrote you.  As to Miss St John, I fear I do not know her when I see her.

         Mr. Thomas is offering cigars to his friends today, and looking pleased and rather foolish. I believe that occasion is the announcement in a formal way of his engagement; which has been no secret to some of us for a long time. The fortunate lady, and I think she is fortunate, is a Miss March of Manister.  You may remember seeing her with him at the May Festival.

         Mr. Conyers was at my room one day last week; but unfortunately, I was not at home. I haven’t seen him for some time.

         The wet weather has compelled us to abandon our camping scheme.I was much interested in your description of the birds and the flowers, and your walks. Often, I think of the morning I met you at the door of your cottage. I remember so well how it all was.  By the way, there is a picture of the Howard House in the paper you sent, and I could recognize the very corner where I first saw Prof. Henry and the walk leading off toward Shier Avenue. The orchids you sent were very pretty. I can’t remember the Page wood.

         Please don’t say anything about scrawls. I am sensitive.

                  Yours sincerely

Edward B. Charles       Saturday, July 26

 

 

[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carbuncle

July 26 1903

My Dear Miss Richardson:

I was very glad to get your letter a week ago today. It did me good. I was much interested, too, in the Bay View announcement – Minor, I think it was. I see there are no courses in rhetoric or composition. I wonder why? Those courses are very popular in the summer school here. I think I will talk to Mr. Ball about it. Do you think it would take?  Ask your mother what she thinks about it.

I have had all sorts of petty misfortunes since I wrote last. Not the least was a carbuncle. I believe that is the name for it. I had a great time with that, and had my first experience of either.  It is really horrible; I shudder whenever I think of it. I hope death is not like that. But for the past week, all has gone well, and I have felt uncommonly like work, and have done a pretty good week’s stint of it.

I only complain of the rain. It rains every day, with the regularity of the tropical rain belt.  Please let me know whether it rains all the time up north. I shall start out on my vacation in about a week, and if the weather is good I hope to in some sort of camping place up there. Should like the Superior shore. Mr. Freeman will perhaps go with me. If it is not too much trouble, please let me know what sort of weather you have.

Mr. Freedom did not get the place in Arkansas, and has not found anything to his liking up to the present. I hope he will; though I think he would do better to stay here another year, and try for his degree.

         I have not seen your “lonely Carolyn”, but hope I may. I have no “principles” to keep me away, though I should no doubt feel somewhat embarrassed to call on anyone who would be surprised to see me. I hoped I might fall in with her somewhere; but haven’t seen her since I wrote you.  As to Miss St John, I fear I do not know her when I see her.

         Mr. Thomas is offering cigars to his friends today, and looking pleased and rather foolish. I believe that occasion is the announcement in a formal way of his engagement; which has been no secret to some of us for a long time. The fortunate lady, and I think she is fortunate, is a Miss March of Manister.  You may remember seeing her with him at the May Festival.

         Mr. Conyers was at my room one day last week; but unfortunately, I was not at home. I haven’t seen him for some time.

         The wet weather has compelled us to abandon our camping scheme.

         I was much interested in your description of the birds and the flowers, and your walks. Often I think of the morning I met you at the door of your cottage. I remember so well how it all was.  By the way, there is a picture of the Howard House in the paper you sent, and I could recognize the very corner where I first saw Prof. Henry and the walk leading off toward Shier Avenue. The orchids you sent were very pretty. I can’t remember the Page wood.

         Please don’t say anything about scrawls. I am sensitive.

                  Yours sincerely

                 Edward B. Charles       Saturday, July 26 

 

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