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57 Elliott Ave Batavia New York.
June 28, 1937
My darling Bernie:
The date on your letter is so long ago I am absolutely ashamed; but I have been whisked around so fast and furious that my head is again in a whirl and I am all of a jitter. With it all believe me you, Wayne, June and Cliff, "The Sage" and all its cherished memories have been with me constantly. Thoughts of you dear, courageous people who became my friends have helped me carry on over some trying hurdles.
I feel that you Bernie are still with me in spirit and interested in all that has happened [page creased illegible] wrote you in Indianapolis. So settle down for a long session with my chicken tracks. Any thing you can to tell Wayne June and Cliff is O.K. by me. You know where you four are concerned it has worried me as to what you must have thought the way I went off with Rusty
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When he told me Bud and Louise had invited us up to their ranch, I went because I wanted to be with Rusty for several days on a stretch I just had to find out what constant association would tell me. We stayed with Bud and Louise and they gave me a marvelous time. This you might keep under your "Stetson". Louise took such a liking to me that she wanted me to go in business with her and made me a very fine offer. Rusty was very anxious that I accept and hating to leave that glorious country, life and existence I was greatly tempted. Decided to come east and look back in retrospect. Result, I turned it down and am remaining here to carve out my career.
This next report is for your shell pink ears. Rusty has been writing me ever since my return and I watch for his letters like a love sick sixteen year old. Bernie in spite of my self I fell for that boy like no bodies business.
He is just the reverse of any man I ever would look at here, chews tobacco, swears is rough and tough but he
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can be just as genteel and refined, is so tender, kind. Not a bit vulger or rough with his love making, so spontaneous, full of fun not afraid of the devil him self. Lord I couldn't understand my self, with him I got into cow gucks up to my knees, hauled off dead horses, helped doctor a sick horse out to Buds and just ate it up. At least I have some common sense left and am going to let my head rule instead of my heart. Two weeks ago I wrote him the best composed letter I think ever came from my pew. I told him I was not coming back that I knew the differences in our ages, it just would not work out. That it was my most earnest prayer and fondest hope some where in the future was a girl with youth beauty and character that could give him all the things that life holds most dear and [page creased illegible] to the man I love. Well! My dear! I received the most ardent letter I ever had in my whole life. Said he supposed I knew best but to please not mete out such a punishment as to never write to him again. Doesn't this sound like him. He went to a party Helen Morrow gave and wrote "Jesus Christ Maw a small boy no business to be out with out his
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Maw to look after him. Then he said "Hell Mary I may as well be a unich for all I am doing, strange as it may seem I have been on three hellish stag parties since you left "and I have longed for you a thousand fold more times than I ever longed for any thing else in my life." He got beat up on one of the parties. Little devil I suppose he got fresh and picked on someone. He says he is coming out to see me when they have the worlds fair in New York but knows I will be out West before that time. Well of course it did make me happy to get such a sincere letter and I shall write until such a time as the right girl comes along. I am not kidding myself one bit it would not be natural to have it otherwise. A bit of romance sure puts a bit of spice in life doesn't it? Bernie will you [page creased illegible] forget some of the wild funny evening parties we had at the ranch, all the crazy things that happened to you and I. What wouldn't I give to knock at your door at five thirty to go horse back sitting. Or to drive up to the boys camp, let out wild horses, to be out to the post with you and Avery.
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Some times I have the wildest desire to throw every thing to the winds get into my car and drive never stopping until I reach "The Sage".
Thank you so much for the picture of Napahee and Avery, I love it.
On arriving home I got in touch with ex-hubby had a long conference with him and showed him my Western pictures. You know I bought a peachy group picture from that Mr Curtiss that took all those pictures out in the ranch. Ray could hardly believe his eyes and believe me I told him plenty. He was most fair to me but I did not want it. My puppy dog died two days after I got home so that settled that. Ray gave me a beautiful Pontiac Coupe and the money that I would have spent for my course had I taken it. I broke up my winter and summer homes, my things are stored in a friends attic.
Things were certainly humming in Waterbury, gossip, news paper head lines "Local Doctors Wife gave Him the bounce"
