Dear Old Pollywog
Terri Reinhart
Found in an envelope, in a file folder, in a box, on a shelf, with lots of other boxes of file folders and papers. This was obviously written before commas were invented. The writer is my great aunt Margaret and she is scripting her epistle to her brother, George Bradford. I hope to have more about George here in the future. This is a start. I love this! It's so 1920's.
November 7, 1922
Tuesday Morning
Dear old Pollywog;
I will now try to script you an epistle. Just finishing a dress for Paul and my future offspring?? so guess I will have a change of occupation. Gee I nearly go wild when I sew too long of course I would not have far to go but you need not tell me of it.
Before I forget it Leota and I want Sara and Mary Walden to come up about a week from this Friday. Now George could you come up then and help entertain them. If you had planned to go home say so. If you can not come here a week from this Friday we can put off having the girls until you come. Let us know as soon as possible so we can plan.
Paul and I want to go home this week if possible. Sunday Leota, Paul and I went to church. Then we all drove to Akron. Of all the cussed and damnable luck we have Paul and I had to have a puncture. Well the kids were ahead of us and of course drove right on. We got out and got to work. None of the tubes would fit so we sat there in despair hoping and praying the kids would soon discover us and as luck would have it they soon came.
Sat, Evening Paul took me down town and we saw THE OLD HOMESTEAD featuring Theodore Roberts and Harrison Ford. It was fine. Well Old top to a tomato can i guess I will go and feed my face.
Well, I'm done and feel better.
Write when you can Vinegar Barrel and I will try to do better.
All the love you could stuff in a pigs stomack.
GUMDROP