March 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 in this collection.

March 11, 1930
325 N. Corsbia Ave.

Dearest Clarence:

Guess you’ll have to be satisfied with just a little note, cause it’s 11:10 and I’ve come home, just a few minutes ago, from a gathering old maid teacher’s party so you have an idea of how I feel. So, maybe you’ll excuse me this time, cause my head is in a whirl.

How are you? Not working too hard I hope. Have you gone home or been up to see Jackie this week? Guess he thinks he don’t have a daddy anymore. I’m afraid you are neglecting him to be sweet to me don’t you think so too? Maybe I should stay up here this weekend so you can get caught up with your other visits. Eh, what?

I’m all ready for bed with the exception of finishing this — Don’t you wish you were here? Foolish – I must in Mangum – Guess you can tell now my head is in a whirl.

Did you get my other letter when you went to the T.C. after calling me. I was quite surprised to get a call from you then – but also quite pleased, nevertheless.

Boy, I’ve been a cranky old teacher today. This is tired, I guess that is why. Guess the kids think I’m getting just like all the rest of the teachers!

Etta & Wanda are giving a party tomorrow night. Wish you could be here. They have asked me to be sure and be there, so that’s where I’ll be after 7 bells.

Told Wanda what you said about her – she surely did laugh. I’m afraid to let you see her, cause you might forget I ever existed if you did.

Well, Sweet Thing, it’s past bedtime for old “Gripes” like me, so I’d better cut out the bunk and get ready to say a sweet goodnight.

The usual process is in order, so kiss me – tell me to be sweet – say you love me and I’ll do it all for you. How’s that? Good-night with love,

Florence

Tell James “hello” – and Pete to keep his clothes on – and as for the rest, especially Jimmie – sit on a tack.
I have a big kiss for you – it’s been stored since Sunday night, and I might spoil, so you’d better come and get it the first time you have a chance. Guess that sounds just like “Fiesty Britches” – Ha.