Showing posts with label Susan Rosina Sherwood Weber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Susan Rosina Sherwood Weber. Show all posts

Monday, February 4, 2019

February 4, 1919 -- Billy Phil Is Standing in the Wings Waiting for Dramatic Entrance


 
The Old Home Farm
February 4, 1919
P.M.
Dearest Brother o’ Mine,
            The weather still remains chilly (to say the least).  I went to the woods with Herman this noon (I am trying to make a practice of doing so for the sake of the exercise as well as his company) and though I had my sweater and winter coat on and my last winter’s (old the winter before it) old winter cap on, my head and face noticed the wind particularly and I assure you that I wasn’t any too warm otherwise, though warm enough.  Oh I hope your new union suits are protecting you from any weather such as this or worse which you may have over there and don’t forget about the thin summer wool union suits which I told you of, should you find you are scheduled to be over there during any large part of the summer.
            How I hope you may be home though before then, and for fear you may miss a letter or two I am going to tell you again our very special reason, besides  our wish of seeing you as soon as possible, why we hope you will be able to be here by June sometime between the middle of June and the middle of July probably, and more definitely about the first to the fourth of July we think, we are looking forward to the birth of “an heir to the house of Weber.”  As I told you in my birthday letter to you, I have been wanting to tell you ever since we suspected the possibility (and especially since Mama saw the doctor and he said he thought we were probably correct in thinking as we did).  But Herman wanted to keep our secret awhile and since he wished it I could not refuse as it seemed as much his secret as mine and no good reason for telling except that I always have and always want to tell you things.  It seemed kind of lonesome somehow not to have you know of this wonderful thing which was to happen to your little sister.  I always have told you things, and I wanted you to share the wonder and mystery and beauty of this new experience, so don’t feel “left out” dear heart because I have not told you sooner for in my heart and thought you surely were not “left out” in any way, brother o’mine.  But as you yourself pointed out to me it is best to do the will of my “Big Boy” unless there is some principal involved or reason for not doing so, and I try to do as  he wishes in spite of my own wishes to the contrary in many things, and knowing how contrary, opinionated, and “want to have my own way,” I am , perhaps you can appreciate just how hard it is sometimes.
            When people become engaged or are married their relationship to one another and to others changes thereby so that I believe it is best to make a definite announcement of such a change for the benefit of society in general as well as those particularly interested , but this something which can do no harm kept as our own family secret, just as long as we can possibly keep it (Though I don’t know just how long that may be, for as I said before I have already had to order a new dress though I did not expect to have to do so for a few weeks yet).  And again as I said in my birthday letter, I was not very well during the latter part of 1918 and we were not sure at first whether this was so or not.  Then Mama saw the doctor and he seemed to think it was but gave her some medicine for me to correct conditions which should not exist under the circumstances.  There is of course a possibility that since I wasn’t very well that we may have set the date of the expected arrival too far ahead but this is only a bare possibility and not very probable (unless some abnormal condition should set in between now and then.)
Wed. a.m.
            Perhaps you think I am saying quite a lot, for the censor I suppose will see all this, but I wanted you to know as much as possible about things, and I don’t suppose the censor is any one either of us knows or will ever hear about and probably doesn’t pay any attention to anything that doesn’t refer to the war.
            Since the first of the year I have been feeling fine as far as physical health goes and as I told you in one letter I am getting plump (and pretty?) again and weigh about what I used to.  My ability to think quickly and accurately is slowly improving (I believe) too.  I don’t know that I ever told you particularly but my brains (if I have any) have felt sluggish and tired for more than a year.  I haven’t been able to remember easily, and altogether I have wondered sometimes if my letters to showed signs of “mental degeneracy” oh, perhaps not quite that but “mental fatigue” at least.  I surely would enjoy a chance to rest my “mental wheels”, for even planning meals is hard work sometimes.  Now don’t worry for as I said I believe I am better and gaining slowly and probably when my physical strength is such as it, should be my brains? will improve ? too.  (Stranger things have happened!)
            From now on I shall hope you will have received either this letter or the one I wrote on my birthday so will probably not go into details of things again, unless I decide to write a third letter for fear you may miss getting these.  Dear, dear heart I am so glad to have you know of our expectations and probably in a few weeks we can know “absolutely and for certain" though we are practically certain now.
            Now must say Bye-Bye for now and will write about your letters soon (I did tell you yesterday how glad and proud of your promotion to Corporal but haven’t had time to say all I would like to).
            Today is another bright sunny, cold day.
                                  So much love dear heart and always our prayers. 
                                      Mispah* always with so much love from your little sister  Susan
 
*The Lord watch between you and me while we are apart from one another.

Monday, March 19, 2018

March 19, 1918 - Susan and Herman Honeymoon in Texas

The newly married visitors to George in Camp Logan, TX.  Herman, right, and Susan, center, Weber.
No indication of who the other person in the photo is.
 
De George Hotel
Fourth Floor
(Room 409)
Houston, Texas
March 19, 1918
12:05 noon
Dear Father, Mother, Sister and Niece,
            Herman, George and I are sitting in Room 409 of the De George Hotel, rates $12.50 a week for room and bath, and as we have taken the room for a week it is probable that we will not leave here until next Monday.  Herman and George will be wanting some lunch in a few minutes so I must make this short.
            Arrived here Sunday night at 6:10 PM on the Sunshine Special[1], but as I had been unable to send a telegram to let George know just when we would be here, he was not at the station to meet us (though 20 minutes after we left he was there looking to see if we had come in on that train, but he thought it came later). We sent a telegram out to Camp Logan saying we were in town and giving name of hotel, got lunch and went to bed after having a warm bath each. 
            Intended to write a line yesterday but we talked so much and then went scouting for a hotel where we could get rates for a week (George persuaded Herman that he must stay at least a week). Most of the hotels are not making rates as I suppose there are so many visitors now that the soldiers are here that they can “hold up” almost anyone for the straight price.  George recommended this as it is quiet, lower priced than most of the better class because it is a little ways out of the way of the ordinary transient, but of course George had been asking around among others who had relatives come down to see them.                            

            FOR MOTHER:   (George says that he is all out of Dr. Kay's pills for constipation and would like some sent as soon as possible.) All well except for a slight indisposition on my part due to overeating and lack of elimination but didn’t eat any supper last night and had Herman get some apples and oranges for breakfast this morning and now everything is going O.K. again and George is making plans for a very pleasant week which I expect to enjoy to the limit.  [End of “For Mother” section]
            The weather here is like June but still it is not really hot yet.  What kind of weather have you up there?  Don’t suppose that a letter to us here would get here before we left so write to Des Plains and send any mail on there until next Tuesday.
            The boys are getting hungry so must say good bye for now and will try to write more after this, but we are “on the go” so much that we hardly get time to breathe.

                        Love and prayers from us to all.  Susan Weber

Dear Folks:  You see now it’s reversed. I’ll have to utilize the corner on Susan’s letter.  Got yours written the 14th yesterday and brot it down here for them to read last nite.  Guess they had a lot of fun and got off pretty slick from what they say.  They sure seem to be having a happy time, and I know I am while they are here but I don’t care to think of when they go.  Wish I could see you all too.    Lots of love,           George


[1] The Sunshine Special was inaugurated by the St. Louis, Iron Mountain and Southern Railroad (Missouri Pacific Railroad) on December 5, 1915, to provide a premium level of passenger train service between St. Louis, Little Rock, and destinations in Texas.    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunshine_Special

Monday, January 23, 2017

May 1907 Letter to George from Grandma in Tacoma, WN


1907-0521 – Grace Gulvin Sherwood to George Stevens & Susan Rosina Sherwood -- when George received this letter he would have been 10 years old. 
 
May 21st, ‘07
Dear Grandchildren George and Susie,
            I write to thank you for the pretty Easter Cards you so kindly sent me[1] but which I came very nearly not receiving as you didn’t use the right address, so it laid in the Tacoma office till it was advertized and by the merest accident your Aunt Marian happened to glance down the list. You see we are 10 miles from Tacoma and even though we happened to be in the city we wouldn’t think of going to the P.O. as we had furnished all our friends with our right address.  I will send a card which you must put away where you can get it handily for I should be sorry to miss getting any of my letters.  I hope this will find you all well and you must give my love to each and a dozen great big kisses to your dear Papa for me, that will be three for you to give George and three for Susie.  I shall not stop to write much of ourselves as your Aunt Grace Doud[2] expects to come East next month on the occasion of your cousin Grace[3] Pautsch’s graduation from the Beaver Dam High School and she will visit you then, and can tell you all about us better than I can write.  I am not suffering much pain now but I do not get strong at all, am just able to get about the house a little, nor can I use my arm or hand a great deal.  I hope you will write me soon.  Now I will say good bye for this time with lots of love from
                                                            Grandma
Grace Gulvin Sherwood

[1] The writer is Grace Gulvin Sherwood, second wife of Richard William Sherwood.  His first wife was Grace’s sister Mary Ann Gulvin.  Grace lived another two full years and died in December of 1909.  She was 10 years old when her sister married Richard and moved to America.  She followed two years later when she was 12.
[2] Grace Doud is Grace L. Gulvin Sherwood, youngest daughter of Richard and Mary Ann Sherwood and namesake of this elder Grace Gulvin who while being her aunt b also ecame her step-mother.
[3] This Grace W. Pautsch, is the daughter of Clara Sherwood, Grace Gulvin Doud’s older sister.  This Grace never married but worked throughout her life. She lived with her aunt, Grace Doud, after CC Doud passed away.   Having all these “Graces’” can be VERY confusing J!