The photo is dated 1936, two years before this letter was written.
Here is another letter I found. I never knew my grandfather, Walter Myers. He died before I was born. I didn't really know my grandmother, Leota Bradford Myers, all that well, either. She lived in Ohio, then Florida, while we grew up in various states along the Rocky Mountains. I remember her visiting after my brothers were born and a wonderful summer she spent with us when I was in junior high.
It's been so lovely to get to know my dad's side of the family through their letters. About my grandparents, one thing is clear - they were deeply in love with each other and they kept up their romance all through their marriage.
Here is the letter: (all their sons were at the Y camp)
Thursday, August 4, 1938
Unless the Heavens leaketh this afternoon wilt thou hi thee to Cleveland as per yesterday.
I shall be constrained to wait for thee. We wilt then partake of food not of thine own cooking, but of those who receive compensation for such labor.
Perhaps a ride along the cool shores of Lake Erie while day light still holdeth forth will be enticing - no?
Duty calleth. May love flow between thee and me whilst we are absent one from another.
Until we meet again,