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Sweetheart,-

My sweetheart, my little Rose, my life; forgive me if my mind is too dull for expression, but my heart is overfilled with an emotion that I cannot cope with at present.

Those beautiful roses you have sent me, how fragrant, how beautiful how (lustrous) deep in hue. If they would only talk and look with your eyes, what a pair you both would make. But my dear they are nothing but mere flowers that will soon wither. And you Rose, my little Rose, the Rose of everlasting youth; you are a flower that shall never be plucked but maintain an everlasting bloom.

If my letter is not up to the mark, please forgive me as I am writing with a brain that is befuddled from a sleepless night.

Tomorrow is your birthday. An occasion for poets to sing. I must solemnize the event with my wish. I am in a quandaray, what shall I wish you my dear? Happiness! Yes, but isn’t there something more to wish? Yes., more Happiness.

I am beginning to feel dizzy so will continue later. Perhaps I may snatch a few moments sleep.

Sam

Sweetheart, have tried to sleep but just when I am about to doze off I swallow and the pain wakes me up.

I wish you were near me now for somehow I feel better when you are around. God bless your mother what a dear self-sacrificing woman she is. I was up all night and so was she and yet I am exhausted and she is not.

I feel much better in the “neck”. The pain has left me, only when I have to swallow there is Hades. But soon I’ll be over that and get well. I think I’ll begin to grow now (in my old age)

Rochelle,

Please consider my miserable condition of last night as the reason for my acting so indifferent to you. I’ll make it up to you when I’ll get well. Anytime I refuse to kiss you or be kissed I must be very sick. As ever for evermore Sam

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u/AnxiousSocialist — 6 days ago
▲ 170 r/100yearsago

[May 7, 1926] Letter and Poetry from my Great Grandfather to my Great Grandmother 100 years ago!

Sweetheart,-

My sweetheart, my little Rose, my life; forgive me if my mind is too dull for expression, but my heart is overfilled with an emotion that I cannot cope with at present.

Those beautiful roses you have sent me, how fragrant, how beautiful how (lustrous) deep in hue. If they would only talk and look with your eyes, what a pair you both would make. But my dear they are nothing but mere flowers that will soon wither. And you Rose, my little Rose, the Rose of everlasting youth; you are a flower that shall never be plucked but maintain an everlasting bloom.

If my letter is not up to the mark, please forgive me as I am writing with a brain that is befuddled from a sleepless night.

Tomorrow is your birthday. An occasion for poets to sing. I must solemnize the event with my wish. I am in a quandaray, what shall I wish you my dear? Happiness! Yes, but isn’t there something more to wish? Yes., more Happiness.

I am beginning to feel dizzy so will continue later. Perhaps I may snatch a few moments sleep.

Sam

Sweetheart, have tried to sleep but just when I am about to doze off I swallow and the pain wakes me up.

I wish you were near me now for somehow I feel better when you are around. God bless your mother what a dear self-sacrificing woman she is. I was up all night and so was she and yet I am exhausted and she is not.

I feel much better in the “neck”. The pain has left me, only when I have to swallow there is Hades. But soon I’ll be over that and get well. I think I’ll begin to grow now (in my old age)

Rochelle,

Please consider my miserable condition of last night as the reason for my acting so indifferent to you. I’ll make it up to you when I’ll get well. Anytime I refuse to kiss you or be kissed I must be very sick. As ever for evermore Sam

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u/AnxiousSocialist — 6 days ago