Letter from Ange dated May 1,1933 (1934?)

(In the top left-hand side of this letter Anne has it dated as May 1, 1933; but, the post mark on the envelope is dated May 2, 1934-- slight oversight of my grandmother's?)

Hello Darling;

Guess who I'm listening to, Yep, your right Ben Bernie "The ole Maestro". Arline Judge, Alison Shipworth and some other movie stars are speaking. I just finished working a cross word puzzle, that is all that I could do of it.

Sunday Dot came over and we went over on 12th St. to watch Ed and Bob play ball then we went up to the strand and saw some pictures that Joan Blondell, and Pat O'Brien played in, it was real good. we came home and washed up a bit and left right away for Covington. We went to the Liberty to see Convention City with Joan Blondell, Dick Powell and Guy Kibbee it was swell.There wasn't a good picture in Cincy. George Arliss, Wallace Berry and all "goofy" players like them were over there.

I went on the Moonlite last nite with Dot and Mary Ricker and Arline Steinhauer. We had a swell time. The boat was packed you could hardly dance.

Your Dad gave me that circular yesterday. The one you sent today is kind of "spiffy" isn't it? Does every town have circulars printed that you play in? Well Glenn does hit that apple once in while doesn't he. Was there anyone on base when he hit either home run?

Guy, I heard that "Murph" Callery is supposed to be sent home for going out with a girl. Is that right? Sis Hitty told me, she said that Deaver wrote "Yip" and told him. I guess that it's just another rumor that's out. If Agnes hears that it will be too tight for "Murph" she'll catch the next train for Florida.

I ['ll] be so glad when you get back, are you glad that you're coming home? I guess not.
Guy I don't know what's wrong that you're not getting any mail from me. I sure write you plenty of letters.
Glenn hasn't been sending any clippings home lately. He sent some home at first. he sent tha big write up that "Tiny" got about inhaling sandwiches and drinking "coca cola" bottle and all. We let your Dad take it home to let your Mother read. You didn't send that one home.
Ed wrote you a letter over a week ago. I don't guess that you received that one either.
Stay out of the water if it makes you sick. The team can't afford you to be sick can they. Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ange
(over)
P.S. Don't forget to send me a picture
Are you listening
oodles of love and kisses for you

Just me



Johnny Kinsella took all of opur clippings including the two circulars and put them up on his "Bulletin Board" up in the salon [saloon?] He's going to take good care of them and give them back so he said. He better. Thank's a lot for the circular. Well I think I told you about all the news & gossip that I can think of right now so I close. about time isn't it.


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May 2nd postcard from Guy

little gift cards sent to Ange

My grandmother had these saved in between the last letter and the next one, dated May 2, 1934. These are just nice little tokens of remembrances. I though I'd share these.

May 3,1934

Dearest Ange,
We defeated Savannah, Georgia tonight 9 to 4. They got 4 runs in the first inning off Sroufe. Sroufe complained he didn't feel well before he went in. After they got those 4 runs, we believed it. Bailey then went in and struck the next 15 out of 18 batters. Only one reached first base and that was by a walk. We played at the Municipal Stadium here. It seats 40,000 people. The people that we had in there, you could hardly see them in the stands. After the game the wanted to play us another game. They said if we played there way they could beat us. They pitch slow down here and they wanted our pitchers to pitch slow so they could hit them. We could have beat them again, slow pitching or no slow pitching but we were too tired to play. We have to jump all the way back to Orlando Fla again, 350 mi. We just came from winter Haven, 395 mi away, last night and will have to go almost all the way back again. Reedy sure keeps us on the jump. Hops like that cost us a lot of money and if it should happen to rain when we get there, we would just be out that much. I hope we won't have to jump back again. well, Ange, I haven't heard from you in two days. I hope you haven't forgotten me. I got a letter from dad today, it was mailed direct to Sav. Georgia. I haven't much more to write about so will close with love and kisses.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I remain Gut Daines Jr.

(Getting ready for bed have to leave here 6:A.M. in morning. Drive all day and play same night.

Scrapbook of Guy Daines

From the Gilbert Hotel letterhead

Letterhead:

THE GILBERT HOTEL SYSTEM
H. Gilbert, Pres. And Gen. MGR. Operating Hotels in the Following Florida Cities

JACKSONVILLE - DAYTONA BEACH - ORLANDO - KISSIMMEE
PENSACOLA - TAMPA - AND SAVANNAH, GEORGIA
This letter from

SAVANNAH, GA

Bert Boggs,
Resident Manager




Dearest Ange

Well we finally got out of the state of Florida. We traveled 395 mi last night from Winter Haven 5 to 1. I got none for three. It sure was a swell park at which we played. The Philadelphia Nationals trained there during their training season. We ran into a lot of rain on the way down from Winter Haven. We drove all night so you can just picture us in the back seat trying to get a little sleep. We have so many oranges on the floor, in the back, that you have to take your shoes off to keep from smashing them. We play in Savannah Georgia May 2nd, then I do not know where too, as yet. Ange this letter will be a little short but I can't help it because we just got in and I am ready to hit the ole hay. After the game tomorrow night I will write another one. Tell Ed that I won't forget to write him a letter. I hope he don't get sore. Is it cold up there yet? The weather down here is not so warm either. well Ange, I can't think of anything more to write about just now so will close with lots of love and kisses (write soon)

I remain.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Guy Daines Jr.

Were in Georgia NOW!

Tell everybody hello-

First Page of Guy's scrapbook

This is the very first page of Guy's scrapbook showing early clippings of him in Highschool. Guy made this scrapbook documenting his athletics and traveling baseball and diamond ball career. He was very proud of the book, and later his daughter re-made the book and added notes to the photos and dates. I thought this might be a nice compliment to the letters that passed during this time between Guy and Ange. The scrapbook often only has newspaper articles from the local rags where Guy and the Kentucky Colonels were playing, so that it is difficult to date at times. Alongside the letters though, the scrapbook adds a direct sense of place to the games and relationships of the players and the people.

Newport Ky. April 30,1934

Addressed to:
Mr. Guy Daines
c/o Mr. H. Reed
Box 83
Newport Ky

Postmarked 10:00 AM

Dated in the upper right-hand corner: April 28, 1934


My dear Guy;

I received your letter yesterday. You said that you haven't heard from me for a few days, well, it isn't my fault for I write almost every day. Reedy mustn't send them as soon as he gets them. There must be about five letters on the way.
Your batting average is swell, keep it up don't let any of the other players get mad at you.
You don't sound as tho you care for Florida very much. What's wrong are you getting tired of it all ready. guy I never see "Vince" "Bob" comes down home all the time but I suppose that "Vince's" work keeps him away.
That Hotel at Monticello must have been the last rose of summer if they didn't even have stationary.
Glenn is just the type to pull something dirty on someone. I guess that Stroufe will get even with him some way. I went out on 12th st. to see a game Fri. but is was just a practice game. the big fellows like Ed and Roy Styles, Johnny Vald and Ed Kilmer were playing their( last pages are lost)
(These pages were found)

In an envelope dated, May 4th:

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little brothers, you should have seen it, boy it was pitiful. I went over the river Friday to get the picture that Mom had taken of Charles and Jerry. There was a man there and I had to ask him for the picture. I was trying to use the best English that I had ever learned. Then that big boyo turns around and says "Pardon me for asking the question, but are you a foreigner" when I ask him why he said, " well you certainly talk like on" Was I sore. Plenty. people told me that I talk like a southerner and that's bad enough. For when I was in grade school they made me play all the negro parts but talking like a foreigner and being told that burnt me up. I think I'll take a course in English perhaps that will help me a little.
I just got home from up the 10 [cent] store it's about 11 o'clock. boy and is my feet barking their just sc--ream--ing.
The radio just signed off so I guess that I'll have to sign off too


Love an kisses for you
Ange

PS Let me hear from you. Lots.

Memorial day 2010

Yesterday was Memorial Day, and My husband and I went to the cemetery to place flags and flowers upon your graves. It seems almost impossible to me that the both of you are gone from me now, as I need only to open these letters and your lives had yet begun. Sometimes it is difficult to describe the painfulness of the heart, or the emptiness I feel as I am left only with my memories. I sometimes close my eyes and take a walk through your house as it was, and I try to remember just where each and every item was placed, where you stored the flour, sugar, toothpaste, the color of the carpet. I see you smile as you look out the back window into the yard, the little dog, Holly, gently placed upon the windowsill so she could watch the birds. How many locks were on the back door in the later years, and where Gram hid her stash of M&Ms. I see you both then and sometimes in my dreams, and yet these letters are another sort of a gift to me now, left behind and serving as a sort of road map of discovering you both from another life angle... and it seems so surreal to me as I remember the yearly trips with you and Pop to the cemetery on so many Memorial Days. The ritualistic gathering and cutting of the flowers in our yard and sometimes our neighbors as well, then the careful and equal positioning of the blooms into small bouquets to be placed upon all the family graves and the mental mapping of where and who everyone was, their histories and their stories-- all signposts on the way toward knowing and keeping them here a little while longer with family left behind. These were much more than just the yearly trip to the cemeteries to visit and remember all of the relatives. Those stories and the careful grooming, although I was quite unaware of it myself at the time, were preparing me for the making ready of my future task, the responsibilities of this ritualistic keeping of these memories. The dedicated keeping, the task of remembering, the grateful duty of preserving and thus the rebirth and continual living through those of us left with this task of never forgetting would eventually be mine, and in a very primitive and basic sense we keep alive those that went before us -- all the lives that gave form and meaning to who we have become, where we came from, and why we are who we are today. It is a massive responsibility,this remembering, this task of keeping, of knowing who we are, and in every generation there will be those of us who will move on and gladly leave the memory keeping to others, while their lives take them to new places and these simple and basic tasks will fall on the shoulders of the ones in the family who gather and hold dear such memories. But we will be here still documenting, recording and rediscovering ourselves through the investigation of that which cannot be seen but only felt through our hearts. I will share it with you. So as this Memorial Day leaves us and we all venture toward June and the blooming of flowers and summer vacations, I leave you with the simple task of holding for a few seconds longer those memories that keep those we love so close and allow them to still remain with us as long as we listen and remember with our hearts. To remember and if all you ever do is to say a silent thank you, that is enough.