Date Read: 11/12/25

Written by: Alice Jones Rhinelander

Date Written:   /  /21

763 Pelham Road. New Rochelle.
Friday .... 1921

My Own, Dearest Lenard:

Just think of me, this evening being hear alone, mother and father and sister Emily, and hear husband, as gone to the Westchester, And I am hear alone, thinking of you, dear heart. I said to myself when they were going out, of the front door. I only wished Lenard was coming down this evening. How I could carress, you dear. Because you no you love for me to carress you dear. But my heart, feels very lonesome, this Eve. But what can I do dear because you are so far from my sweet heart.

Each day seems to get more lonesome. But Lenard I feel terrible lonesome for you dear and you no it.

But Lenard dear, at times you make me happy--I hope Len you arrived, home safe last evening and also made your train, dear heart after when I went home. I went to bed, and stayed in my room, until I five minutes to twelve, and got in bed, at twenty-five after I hopped in bed, and layed there, thinking of you dear heart.

At this minuet I am thinking I am looking in your blue wyes.

So Good night, Lenard dear sweet-heart Sweet Kisses, Honey Bunch,

Love,
ALICE.

NYDN, 13 November 1925, 6.
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