To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
-Mary Oliver
-Mary Oliver
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
APR18, 1934
1934 Photo of Guy Daines and Ann Botts.
Dear Guy,
I received your card and letter this morning. I am glad that you didn't wait so long to write this time.
I have written you four letters so far I don't understand why you don't get them. I guess that by the time you get this letter you will have already received the other three. I hope so anyway.
It isn't very cold up here we're still wearing coats but there Spring coats. Don't get too brown Guy or I won't know you when I get back.
I was over to your house tonight and talked to your mother for about two hours. She was home alone so I kept her company, and "boy" am I company.
It don't hurt how good of a time I was having I'd always find time to write to you and you know it. I don't think that Glenn has gotten any letters either for he doesn't know that Ed is home and Mom wrote him that ed was home on the 10th of April. "Murph" better stay clear of Newport if he cares to play on the team for Agnes said that when "Murph" gets back in Newport it's going to be for good. He's not leaving any more for she's keeping him here.
I hope that you do come to Cincinnati by next month. It seems years since I saw you last. How long do you think you'll be in Cinci? I hope it's a week or two at least.
That's swell you get to go to the Pig Tail Inn for free lunch and beer but don't drink too much or an "old sot" will come home instead of Sweet Guy Daines Jr. Keep up your batting average for your really doing swell.
Every time you write about the Atlantic ocean I go down to the river and stand against a tree and look across the beautiful Licking river. I think I am in Florida looking over the Atlantic ocean with you. That's the nearest I'll ever get to Florida or the ocean so I'll go on dreaming the rest of my life.
Every day that passes it seems like I miss you more. It seems good to know that you miss me maybe I mean a little more to you that I thought.
Always yours
With Love
Ange
Lots of kissesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(Ange, spelled out in little x's)
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