Archive for January 2026
October 20, 1923 from Dan in Veterans Hospital #79, to his Father.
In October 1923, a son in a U.S. veterans hospital writes home about a government check, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Only as you read on do you realize the real story is not the money, but a failing lung, years of illness, and a quiet, stubborn confidence that he is going to beat it.
Read MoreJan. 4, 1951. Early letter series from Charles at West Point to his sweetheart, June. Letter 2 in the series.
Written in January 1951 from the halls of West Point, this tender letter captures a young cadet balancing duty, distance, and a fierce devotion to the girl he left behind in Texas. It is one chapter in a longer exchange, and already you can feel how much is riding on what comes next.
Read MoreJan. 3, 1951. Early letter series from Charles at West Point to his sweetheart, June.
It’s all here the ache, the charm, the snow flurries, and the sex manual. Charles is stuck at West Point pretending to study, but his heart is in Texas with June, where the weather is warm and the memories are warmer. The radio plays “Thinking of You,” and he’s doing exactly that, because when you’re in love, even a snowy Tuesday feels like a scene from a movie.
Read MoreMarch 4, 1930. From Florence to Clarence. Letter 1 of 2 in collection.
In March 1930, as the Great Depression tightened its grip on America, a self-proclaimed “cranky old maid” named Florence sat down exhausted to write to Clarence and apologize for her meanness.
Read MoreMarch 11, 1930. From Florence to Clarence. Letter 2 of 3 in this collection.
In the early 1930s, Florence a self-described “cranky old teacher” continues to write to Clarence after stumbling home from an “old maid teacher’s party” at 11:10 PM. Letter 2 of 3.
Read MoreMarch 30, 1930. From Florence to Clarence. Letter 3 of 3 in this collection.
During March 1930, as the US slips deeper into the early months of the Great Depression — the radio is playing love songs that feel a bit too personal, and Florence is trying not to unravel while waiting for Clarence to call. Careful, aching, and self-aware, this letter reads like a private monologue about love, pride, and the particular misery of wanting someone just a little more than they want you.
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