Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
My dearest Allene:-
Too late for a letter when I sent telegram yesterday so put off writing till today. A little account of my doings in explanation of my silence is in order, ---after the correspondence card of this morning's mail.
Left Wells with the best of intentions of carrying out plans as I told you. By phone we learned "our man" was in Elko so we came straight thru' Friday and arranged to "take him on" Saturday morning. Mr. Man didn't feel right when morning came so after talking the thing over we agreed to go out to the ranch Monday and do the work there. Saturday afternoon I was "button-holed" by two men from Wells who insisted on me going back up there to do some surveying. Took train from here early Sunday morning and arrived in Wells about 9:30. Got in their big Packard and went out 50 miles to work. Finished and got back to Wells about 7:30. Was in Elko just a few minutes before midnight. Monday morning packed up and drove the Dodge to the ranch and put in two full day's work -- for which we were well paid -- and we sure need the money, but we are getting out of debt pretty fast.
Haven't had one single chance to write even a postal dear and couldn't have mailed it if I had.
We will leave here for Eureka either Sunday P.M. or Monday morning but think we will stop at a ranch or two on the way. Have received two letters besides this morning's card from you dear since my silence began and in-as-much as they were divided by a couple of day's space I'm not at all surprised at your inquiry. I think I'll be able to keep you posted - better - in the future, ~~~for the very near future at least.
That part of your letter wherein you say you're getting thin again "reads good" to me. I don't like 'em too fat -- nor you that way either. Just stay like you were when I saw you dear.
Always yours
Frank
April 21st 1916
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Letters from Grandpa 13 Apr 1916
After ten days return to
D. Quilici Bros.
Wholesale and Retail
D. Quilici Bros.
Wholesale and Retail
Dealers in
General Merchandise
Wells, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
My Dearest:- This morning, what do you think? - I've got to go and do some surveying! One of the old settlers here and for whom I've done lots of work in the past came to me and asked that I run out some lines as a personal favor. So I'm back at the old job again -- for a few hours.
And it's cold. It froze ice last night. Well it snowed day before yesterday -- what do you think of such a blinkety blank country?
We're going to leave Wells tomorrow, - going to stop at a ranch 'tween here and Elko. Will arrive in the metropolis, said Elko, Saturday P.M., then?? for a day or two. I might add, or say, rather,that we are headed for Eureka again but will put in a day or two at Lamoille, 20 miles south-east of Elko, first.
Allene dearest, you're nothing short of a wonder, - you should know I mean it by now. I've had occasion several times before now to notice how very clever and with such simple ease you voice your feelings. I certainly admire you, dear, for it, and grieve because of my inability to be like you in that respect. I'm so darned stupid and slow - I can't talk at all. Really I have to make signs, - and it's very apparent I need some lessons even in that mode of expression.
Now that you mentioned it dear I must say your suggestion is a very sensible one; that it will be lots better if we do write less often; when there is something of mutual interest, - and not try to force ourselves into writing daily. But lissten, dear, don't let's get so negligent that we get out of the notion entirely -- of course I know I won't, - I'm only in doubt about you on that point.
That's very nice of you dear, to say the picture does not flatter. I honestly think it pretty good, - but I'll not insist on convincing you that I'm right -- other than to present my own self for comparison as soon as possible. That's fair "enuff" isn't it?
With love dearest
Yours always
Frank
April 13th, 1916
Monday, February 10, 2014
Letters from Grandpa 11 April 1916
The Allen Hotel
Geo. Allen, Prop.
Wells - - Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Dearest:- This morning's mail bro't two letters, as anticipated, from you and I feel much better than I did twenty four hours ago, and while I'm in this condition I'll pen you a few lines -- a very few because time's limited. The last west bound mail train for the day is due in a few minutes.
Started in this A.M. being very busy and kept at it till 3 P.M. or there-abouts. Then I "threw up the sponge" donned my old corduroy trousers and a pair of old tan shoes and went over to the garage where I put in the balance of the daylight part of the day going over the roadster. Although I tho't I knew every part of a car I wanted to be sure so I got the "Hints to Beginners" or "Instruction Book, [sic] or whatever they call it, and started at the starter and stopped at the stopper. I administered oil and grease, as per directions, to every place, adding a little for good measure in each instance. Tomorrow I'll wash off dirt and dust and wipe off oil and grease, of which there's plenty, then I'll polish nickel and glass, etc. till the little devil looks like it's for sale. Have run it only five or six hundred miles yet it is just covered with dirt. Nevada roads are not like California's boulevards - not at all.
Mrs. Quilici invited us, Dr. W. and I, over to dinner again today, - needless to say we accepted the "invite." And it was some dinner! She seems to have one standard and it's way up yonder. I like Mrs. Quilici, -- but dearest, you have my love.
Always,
Frank
April 11th, 1916
Geo. Allen, Prop.
Wells - - Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Dearest:- This morning's mail bro't two letters, as anticipated, from you and I feel much better than I did twenty four hours ago, and while I'm in this condition I'll pen you a few lines -- a very few because time's limited. The last west bound mail train for the day is due in a few minutes.
Started in this A.M. being very busy and kept at it till 3 P.M. or there-abouts. Then I "threw up the sponge" donned my old corduroy trousers and a pair of old tan shoes and went over to the garage where I put in the balance of the daylight part of the day going over the roadster. Although I tho't I knew every part of a car I wanted to be sure so I got the "Hints to Beginners" or "Instruction Book, [sic] or whatever they call it, and started at the starter and stopped at the stopper. I administered oil and grease, as per directions, to every place, adding a little for good measure in each instance. Tomorrow I'll wash off dirt and dust and wipe off oil and grease, of which there's plenty, then I'll polish nickel and glass, etc. till the little devil looks like it's for sale. Have run it only five or six hundred miles yet it is just covered with dirt. Nevada roads are not like California's boulevards - not at all.
Mrs. Quilici invited us, Dr. W. and I, over to dinner again today, - needless to say we accepted the "invite." And it was some dinner! She seems to have one standard and it's way up yonder. I like Mrs. Quilici, -- but dearest, you have my love.
Always,
Frank
April 11th, 1916
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Letters from Grandpa 10 April 1916
The Allen Hotel
Geo. Allen, Prop.
Wells --- Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
No joke this time, Allene Dearest, a note's all tonight 'cause I didn't get a letter today and I'm tired as --- well I am. Left Elko too early for mail this morning and besides I told 'em to forward it, so if there was a letter I'll get it tomorrow and I hope it has company.
Soon as we got here today our patients (two of 'em) pounced in on us and we were busy till a few minutes ago. I pounded my thumbnail in all the excitement and it's all blue, the nail and the air too.
No more paper available so this is what you get. Doc didn't get a very big supply at the office this time, -- but it's "enuff" for me tonight.
Ever yours,
Frank
April 10th 1916
P.S. We will be here three or four days -- or more.
Geo. Allen, Prop.
Wells --- Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
No joke this time, Allene Dearest, a note's all tonight 'cause I didn't get a letter today and I'm tired as --- well I am. Left Elko too early for mail this morning and besides I told 'em to forward it, so if there was a letter I'll get it tomorrow and I hope it has company.
Soon as we got here today our patients (two of 'em) pounced in on us and we were busy till a few minutes ago. I pounded my thumbnail in all the excitement and it's all blue, the nail and the air too.
No more paper available so this is what you get. Doc didn't get a very big supply at the office this time, -- but it's "enuff" for me tonight.
Ever yours,
Frank
April 10th 1916
P.S. We will be here three or four days -- or more.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Letters from Grandpa 9 April 1916
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Dearest:- It's only eight thirty and Sunday morning yet I've been up for two hours and a half! What do you think of that? This early rising is growing on me;- getting to be an awful habit. If I didn't have to use both physical and mental forces in my strife for that fortune, perhaps when daylight awakened me I could roll over on the other side and render a bass-viol accompaniment to the birds' spring songs; as it is that early worm is the one I'm after and the lazy late bird goes hungry.
Dr. W. seems to think I'm a funny fellow. I think he's it. Anyway my opinion is that lack of work worries him not; that he'd be perfectly willing to sit calmly down even tho' no patients came. With me ---- well if I know of a prospective patient, say, I go right out after him and, if he's got any notion at all of having the work done, I'll come pretty near landing him. It may not be a strictly ethical method, but as I've told Doc., it's the money we're after, -- not the glory. The first question that's always asked about a man is "what does he do for a living," and if the man in question has the money the conversation's closed --- and I'd like to have those conversations about me very brief.
I hope you'll like the picture I sent you yesterday, Allene dear, -- of course I know it doesn't do me justice (I say that with a "straight" face) but I never carried away the prize from any beauty show, which shows my face is my fortune and I have to work for a living.
'Twas very nice of you dear to send a letter so I'd get it here this morning and I did and I'm going to answer all the questions in it and in the others I've neglected lately.
I remember the color of your hair, and a lot of other nice things I noticed about you dear. If red hair is an excuse for your "spit fire" explosions, it may be necessary for a peroxide or other chemical treatment -- ---unless you can calm (pronounced "cam") yourself down when you feel an outburst approaching;-- can you?
Weather's fine - no snow 'ceptin' in the country and on the mountains. There's plenty there.
Wowie! I'm glad you told me - you're some "card sharper." I'll choose you for a partner when we play bridge.
Tell Hazel I wish she wouldn't come pesterin' around when you're writing to me. It's none of her business anyhow and she got no right to let you use her as an excuse for cutting me short - and she son't need to be standing around waiting for you to "hurry up and finish."
Tomorrow, dear, we go back to Wells for another few days. We're just like a bee in a flower garden.
With love dearest, -
Always yours,
Frank
April 9th
Modesto,
California
Dearest:- It's only eight thirty and Sunday morning yet I've been up for two hours and a half! What do you think of that? This early rising is growing on me;- getting to be an awful habit. If I didn't have to use both physical and mental forces in my strife for that fortune, perhaps when daylight awakened me I could roll over on the other side and render a bass-viol accompaniment to the birds' spring songs; as it is that early worm is the one I'm after and the lazy late bird goes hungry.
Dr. W. seems to think I'm a funny fellow. I think he's it. Anyway my opinion is that lack of work worries him not; that he'd be perfectly willing to sit calmly down even tho' no patients came. With me ---- well if I know of a prospective patient, say, I go right out after him and, if he's got any notion at all of having the work done, I'll come pretty near landing him. It may not be a strictly ethical method, but as I've told Doc., it's the money we're after, -- not the glory. The first question that's always asked about a man is "what does he do for a living," and if the man in question has the money the conversation's closed --- and I'd like to have those conversations about me very brief.
I hope you'll like the picture I sent you yesterday, Allene dear, -- of course I know it doesn't do me justice (I say that with a "straight" face) but I never carried away the prize from any beauty show, which shows my face is my fortune and I have to work for a living.
'Twas very nice of you dear to send a letter so I'd get it here this morning and I did and I'm going to answer all the questions in it and in the others I've neglected lately.
I remember the color of your hair, and a lot of other nice things I noticed about you dear. If red hair is an excuse for your "spit fire" explosions, it may be necessary for a peroxide or other chemical treatment -- ---unless you can calm (pronounced "cam") yourself down when you feel an outburst approaching;-- can you?
Weather's fine - no snow 'ceptin' in the country and on the mountains. There's plenty there.
Wowie! I'm glad you told me - you're some "card sharper." I'll choose you for a partner when we play bridge.
Tell Hazel I wish she wouldn't come pesterin' around when you're writing to me. It's none of her business anyhow and she got no right to let you use her as an excuse for cutting me short - and she son't need to be standing around waiting for you to "hurry up and finish."
Tomorrow, dear, we go back to Wells for another few days. We're just like a bee in a flower garden.
With love dearest, -
Always yours,
Frank
April 9th
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Letters from Grandpa 7 April 1916
The Allen Hotel
Geo Allen, Prop.
Wells--Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Allene Dearest, In my yesterday's I said I was "mad" but I wasn't, 'twas only a disappointment. When your letter doesn't come on time I'm disappointed dear, that's all.
Your apology today dear has sort of bro't me to my senses and while I want and will look for a letter from you every day, still I should be content with the knowledge that you care enough for me to write, even tho' you do fail once in awhile.
Now dearest I don't want to be unreasonable or selfish. I think we understand each other and with that mutual understanding let's be honest, and frank, and friendly. I won't hold it against you if you miss a day or two with your writing, because there are times when a fellow just can't, that's all, and I want you to be as lenient and considerate with me. Don't misunderstand me, dearest, and think for a minute that I'm tiring of you, or want to slack up with the writing; that's furtherest from my tho'ts. We're going to be better acquainted and at the earliest possible moment and in the meantime let's be as close to each other as possible.
Today was surely the "cranberry merchant's." I got up at 6:30 and after breakfast I got busy. Well there was no let up until 5:30. No dinner, no nothin', 'cept patients (not patience) and work. Landed a couple of good jobs for next week, - beginning Monday, so we will drive down to Elko tomorrow afternoon and return Monday morning. Address mail here as you have been doing.
With all my love dear,
Just yours,
Frank
April 7th, 1916.
Geo Allen, Prop.
Wells--Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Allene Dearest, In my yesterday's I said I was "mad" but I wasn't, 'twas only a disappointment. When your letter doesn't come on time I'm disappointed dear, that's all.
Your apology today dear has sort of bro't me to my senses and while I want and will look for a letter from you every day, still I should be content with the knowledge that you care enough for me to write, even tho' you do fail once in awhile.
Now dearest I don't want to be unreasonable or selfish. I think we understand each other and with that mutual understanding let's be honest, and frank, and friendly. I won't hold it against you if you miss a day or two with your writing, because there are times when a fellow just can't, that's all, and I want you to be as lenient and considerate with me. Don't misunderstand me, dearest, and think for a minute that I'm tiring of you, or want to slack up with the writing; that's furtherest from my tho'ts. We're going to be better acquainted and at the earliest possible moment and in the meantime let's be as close to each other as possible.
Today was surely the "cranberry merchant's." I got up at 6:30 and after breakfast I got busy. Well there was no let up until 5:30. No dinner, no nothin', 'cept patients (not patience) and work. Landed a couple of good jobs for next week, - beginning Monday, so we will drive down to Elko tomorrow afternoon and return Monday morning. Address mail here as you have been doing.
With all my love dear,
Just yours,
Frank
April 7th, 1916.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Letters from Grandpa 6 Apr 1916
The Allen Hotel
Geo. Allen, Prop.
Wells--Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley
Modesto,
California
Now Dearest, I can appreciate your feelings when you don't get a letter and when there's no apparent excuse 'cept negligence. Today I drew a blank an' I'm mad,--that's all. And just for that I'm going to tell you that we've been busier 'n the proverbial cranberry merchant all day and have another cranberry merchant's day ahead of us----thank God. We just love to work when we need the money and are getting paid for our labors.
Of course, dear, when I'm awfully busy you're neglected----but not forgotten----and this accounts for this excuse of a letter, 'cause I'll have to forgive you as you have forgiven me in the past. But believe me, Allene dear, I don't like neglect at all.
Ever yours
Frank
April 6th, 1916
Geo. Allen, Prop.
Wells--Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley
Modesto,
California
Now Dearest, I can appreciate your feelings when you don't get a letter and when there's no apparent excuse 'cept negligence. Today I drew a blank an' I'm mad,--that's all. And just for that I'm going to tell you that we've been busier 'n the proverbial cranberry merchant all day and have another cranberry merchant's day ahead of us----thank God. We just love to work when we need the money and are getting paid for our labors.
Of course, dear, when I'm awfully busy you're neglected----but not forgotten----and this accounts for this excuse of a letter, 'cause I'll have to forgive you as you have forgiven me in the past. But believe me, Allene dear, I don't like neglect at all.
Ever yours
Frank
April 6th, 1916
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Letters from Grandpa 4 April 1916
The Allen Hotel
Geo. Allen, Prop.
Wells, Nevada
Miss Allene Kelley,
Modesto,
California
And now I know my Girlie is mistaken; I wasn't peeved at all-and furthermore it's no fault of mine if "two days and part of the third" went by without a letter. I only missed one day, dear, so you should get a whole flock of 'em at once.
I'm glad the storm has blown over, as I note by this mornings letter, and you are all calmed down,-but I did sure enjoy yesterday's. You're some "spit fire" when you want to be, I see. Did you take any of your vengeance out on the boys, or did you give me the full volume of the explosion? Surely I got it all, and until then (yesterday) I didn't realize my capacity was so great. Believe I could weather a real storm, if you put the same loving finishing touches to it. And such letters with such endings are proof positive that while you maybe very disappointed and "peeved" you can forgive, and isn't that one of the first and principal teachings of the scriptures?
Say dearest I'm not possessed of one single bit of vim or life today-lately-guess I need a good punch in the ribs to wake me up--and there's nobody around here I'd care to have do it to me. I wonder if a Manhattan Cocktail would help me--I'll go see.
Adios por esta tiempo, with all my love.
Ever yours,
Frank
April 4th, 1916
Geo. Allen, Prop.
Wells, Nevada
Miss Allene Kelley,
Modesto,
California
And now I know my Girlie is mistaken; I wasn't peeved at all-and furthermore it's no fault of mine if "two days and part of the third" went by without a letter. I only missed one day, dear, so you should get a whole flock of 'em at once.
I'm glad the storm has blown over, as I note by this mornings letter, and you are all calmed down,-but I did sure enjoy yesterday's. You're some "spit fire" when you want to be, I see. Did you take any of your vengeance out on the boys, or did you give me the full volume of the explosion? Surely I got it all, and until then (yesterday) I didn't realize my capacity was so great. Believe I could weather a real storm, if you put the same loving finishing touches to it. And such letters with such endings are proof positive that while you maybe very disappointed and "peeved" you can forgive, and isn't that one of the first and principal teachings of the scriptures?
Say dearest I'm not possessed of one single bit of vim or life today-lately-guess I need a good punch in the ribs to wake me up--and there's nobody around here I'd care to have do it to me. I wonder if a Manhattan Cocktail would help me--I'll go see.
Adios por esta tiempo, with all my love.
Ever yours,
Frank
April 4th, 1916
Letters from Grandpa 3 April 1916
D. Quilici Brothers
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
General Merchandise
Wells, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
At the top of the first page of this letter was an ink blot and this note: "What do you say when you've finished a letter and then throw a drop of ink like [arrow to the blot] this on the first page? Well that's what I said."-ed.
Thank God, Dearest, I was miles away when you wrote the letter I received this morning. Distance may lend enchantment but it often acts as shelter from explosions, etc. and now I'm safe and unharmed after the "show" you put on when the boys and I disappointed you.
Say dear, if you can growl and show your teeth as plainly in reality as you did in this letter you must be a terror. If you think I didn't laugh when I read that letter this morning Allene, you're "sure" fooled. And I smile (and want to laugh out loud) every time I think about it. I don't blame you a bit (d--n the grease or whatever it is on this paper!) for exploding in a case of this kind.
When a fellow's got all plans made for a good time and something turns up to shoot said plans all to pieces it's sufficient grounds for most any kind of an outburst. ~~~But the letter I didn't write wasn't because I was peeved at your lengthy silence. "Twas the day we left Elko and came up here and I was busy at that end getting packed up etc. and at this end unloading and so forth, so come out of it dear and calm down and let's be nice and not scold nor anything anymore. What do you say, huh?
Always yours,
Frank
April 3d, 1916
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
General Merchandise
Wells, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
At the top of the first page of this letter was an ink blot and this note: "What do you say when you've finished a letter and then throw a drop of ink like [arrow to the blot] this on the first page? Well that's what I said."-ed.
Thank God, Dearest, I was miles away when you wrote the letter I received this morning. Distance may lend enchantment but it often acts as shelter from explosions, etc. and now I'm safe and unharmed after the "show" you put on when the boys and I disappointed you.
Say dear, if you can growl and show your teeth as plainly in reality as you did in this letter you must be a terror. If you think I didn't laugh when I read that letter this morning Allene, you're "sure" fooled. And I smile (and want to laugh out loud) every time I think about it. I don't blame you a bit (d--n the grease or whatever it is on this paper!) for exploding in a case of this kind.
When a fellow's got all plans made for a good time and something turns up to shoot said plans all to pieces it's sufficient grounds for most any kind of an outburst. ~~~But the letter I didn't write wasn't because I was peeved at your lengthy silence. "Twas the day we left Elko and came up here and I was busy at that end getting packed up etc. and at this end unloading and so forth, so come out of it dear and calm down and let's be nice and not scold nor anything anymore. What do you say, huh?
Always yours,
Frank
April 3d, 1916
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Letters from Grandpa 1 April 1916
After ten days return to
Quilici Brothers, Wholesale and Retail
Dealers in General Merchandise
Wells, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Dearest, Your letter just received a little while ago and it was about time too. I was certainly getting weary. What wouldn't I give to see you all togged out in your new rags! But really dear a look at you in any kind of old-(or new)-rags would be quite a pleasing sight to me. I think I know just how you feel with all those new clothes dear. There's such a satisfied feeling when you're all dolled up in nice new things,--Isn't there? I've got a lot of old suits- in fact all I've got are old- well I'm going to try and wear 'em all out this summer,- not get anything new till I do--and then this fall, or late summer, I'll stock up again. But I won't get two suits exactly alike again.
That grey norfolk I had my picture taken in is one of twins. Had the suit made with an extra pair of trousers. About the second time I wore the suit I went into the barber shop to get shaved;-took off the coat, (I seldom wear one in summer) and walked out and forgot it. A few days afterwards I looked into my wardrobe and noticed an extra coat hanger. Then I remembered. Well when I enquired of the barbers, porter and others and no one seemed to know anything about it I gave up the search and had another one made. After I'd been in California a couple of weeks I received a letter from Mrs. Doyle saying the coat had been found and when I returned to Elko I found it had, so I've got two of 'em.
The little Dodge carried us and all our baggage up here yesterday. It's certainly a darling little car,-- to my way of thinking,- and I've had quite a lot of experience with 'em---all kinds.
Had a swell dinner today dear. My very particular friends here in Wells, Mr. and Mrs. Quilici gave me the treat. Don't judge by the name because he's one of the most popular young men in this part of the country.--He was born and raised in Italy but a true blue American. Mrs. Quilici is decidedly American, born and raised to the name of Smith--a trained nurse by profession and a very nice girl. Was with Damenick when he met her. Well you'll like them dear when you see them.
With all my love dear I'll close this April Fools Day missive.
Ever yours only,
Frank
Quilici Brothers, Wholesale and Retail
Dealers in General Merchandise
Wells, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Dearest, Your letter just received a little while ago and it was about time too. I was certainly getting weary. What wouldn't I give to see you all togged out in your new rags! But really dear a look at you in any kind of old-(or new)-rags would be quite a pleasing sight to me. I think I know just how you feel with all those new clothes dear. There's such a satisfied feeling when you're all dolled up in nice new things,--Isn't there? I've got a lot of old suits- in fact all I've got are old- well I'm going to try and wear 'em all out this summer,- not get anything new till I do--and then this fall, or late summer, I'll stock up again. But I won't get two suits exactly alike again.
That grey norfolk I had my picture taken in is one of twins. Had the suit made with an extra pair of trousers. About the second time I wore the suit I went into the barber shop to get shaved;-took off the coat, (I seldom wear one in summer) and walked out and forgot it. A few days afterwards I looked into my wardrobe and noticed an extra coat hanger. Then I remembered. Well when I enquired of the barbers, porter and others and no one seemed to know anything about it I gave up the search and had another one made. After I'd been in California a couple of weeks I received a letter from Mrs. Doyle saying the coat had been found and when I returned to Elko I found it had, so I've got two of 'em.
The little Dodge carried us and all our baggage up here yesterday. It's certainly a darling little car,-- to my way of thinking,- and I've had quite a lot of experience with 'em---all kinds.
Had a swell dinner today dear. My very particular friends here in Wells, Mr. and Mrs. Quilici gave me the treat. Don't judge by the name because he's one of the most popular young men in this part of the country.--He was born and raised in Italy but a true blue American. Mrs. Quilici is decidedly American, born and raised to the name of Smith--a trained nurse by profession and a very nice girl. Was with Damenick when he met her. Well you'll like them dear when you see them.
With all my love dear I'll close this April Fools Day missive.
Ever yours only,
Frank
Friday, August 9, 2013
Letters from Grandpa 30 March 1916
Hotel Mayer
Elko, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Dearest; Where are you? Another day has gone and I've failed to hear from you and I'm getting anxious, even tho' you did tell me that you'd not give me the G.B. Am going to the photographers this afternoon, so if you want that picture you'd better come to life. And tomorrow we are going to Wells. If you'd have given me your Berkeley address dear, I'd have sent my baby (?) brother to call on you, but maybe I'd have regretted it as you know he's one of the eligibles.
Well I just wish you'd hurry home if you can't find the time to write me even a postal while you're away. Your silence is just what Sherman said about war, so "come to" dear.
Ever yours
Frank
March 30th, 1916
Elko, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley,
Modesto,
California
Dearest; Where are you? Another day has gone and I've failed to hear from you and I'm getting anxious, even tho' you did tell me that you'd not give me the G.B. Am going to the photographers this afternoon, so if you want that picture you'd better come to life. And tomorrow we are going to Wells. If you'd have given me your Berkeley address dear, I'd have sent my baby (?) brother to call on you, but maybe I'd have regretted it as you know he's one of the eligibles.
Well I just wish you'd hurry home if you can't find the time to write me even a postal while you're away. Your silence is just what Sherman said about war, so "come to" dear.
Ever yours
Frank
March 30th, 1916
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Letters from Grandpa 16 February 1916
Box 162, Elko,
Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley
Modesto,
California
Dearest:- The section foreman's note to the roadmaster "Off again, on again, gone again, Finnegan," would almost fit our visit at Midas.
We have found, dear, that our initial visits are not howling successes, financially, but it is gratifying to learn that the return ones are more profitable. We were in Midas just a week and while we made a little better than expenses our main accomplishment was the acquaintance of the majority of the population. And a couple of confidential and reliable tips that we would get three big jobs of crown and bridgework the next time we went in to the camp; these were given us yesterday morning as we were getting into the stage.
You know, dear, it makes a fellow feel "kinda" good when he learns that patients are pleased with his work and that they boost for him.
Last night when we got into Golconda found several days work waiting for us. Three big jobs and two others which we haven't examined and estimated. So taking it "all in all" I think the sun is going to shine very brightly for us. I think we will "make" Austin, Eureka and Wells before we return (for any length of time) to Elko.
I can account for all your letters,-got the last two, Sunday's and Monday's, this morning at Golconda. And the one that went astray, Allene, Jan. 17-to Midas, I got in Midas yesterday morning.
Golly dear, it's sure nice of you to just keep right on writing every day when my replies have been going so irregularly-and sometimes not at all. I'll pay you back tho' dear, someway, sometime.
We had a tough trip down yesterday. The first relay,--or stretch of about 16 miles,--was in sled, then we changed to wagon and it was a terribly heavy drag. Snow, ice and mud all mixed. The outcome of it was we didn't get any thing to eat from 7 a.m. till we arrived at our destination at ten P.M.~~and it was some cold after the sun got out of sight. Say but we didn't do a thing dear when we finally did get into that Hot Springs Hotel. We each (5 of us counting the driver) took two big jolts of whiskey and then made tracks for the dining room. Don't think there was a one in the bunch who tho't about washing his face and hands first. Well when we had satisfied our ravenous appetites, and it took some bulk to appease them, I "kinda" separated myself from the others and got the key to the "No 1" plunge and--well I did it. When I got out and went to the room there was old Doc in bed. He was all in.
This morning we got up and found the six o'clock train accomodatingly [sic] late. Our general appearance being rather shabby and that business I have to attend to in Elko, we decided to "hie ourselves hither." Now we are on the train. Don't know where Dr. W. is but I'm back here in the Pullman with you dear. Oh, if it were only a reality!! But maybe_______! I'm one who lives in hopes.
I'm not attempting to answer your letters herein dear. This is just a tale of woe. When I get more time (alone) I'll be with you, deeper in tho'ts-if that is possible.
Anyway dear I'm always
Yours
Frank
Feb'y 16th 1916.
Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley
Modesto,
California
Dearest:- The section foreman's note to the roadmaster "Off again, on again, gone again, Finnegan," would almost fit our visit at Midas.
We have found, dear, that our initial visits are not howling successes, financially, but it is gratifying to learn that the return ones are more profitable. We were in Midas just a week and while we made a little better than expenses our main accomplishment was the acquaintance of the majority of the population. And a couple of confidential and reliable tips that we would get three big jobs of crown and bridgework the next time we went in to the camp; these were given us yesterday morning as we were getting into the stage.
You know, dear, it makes a fellow feel "kinda" good when he learns that patients are pleased with his work and that they boost for him.
Last night when we got into Golconda found several days work waiting for us. Three big jobs and two others which we haven't examined and estimated. So taking it "all in all" I think the sun is going to shine very brightly for us. I think we will "make" Austin, Eureka and Wells before we return (for any length of time) to Elko.
I can account for all your letters,-got the last two, Sunday's and Monday's, this morning at Golconda. And the one that went astray, Allene, Jan. 17-to Midas, I got in Midas yesterday morning.
Golly dear, it's sure nice of you to just keep right on writing every day when my replies have been going so irregularly-and sometimes not at all. I'll pay you back tho' dear, someway, sometime.
We had a tough trip down yesterday. The first relay,--or stretch of about 16 miles,--was in sled, then we changed to wagon and it was a terribly heavy drag. Snow, ice and mud all mixed. The outcome of it was we didn't get any thing to eat from 7 a.m. till we arrived at our destination at ten P.M.~~and it was some cold after the sun got out of sight. Say but we didn't do a thing dear when we finally did get into that Hot Springs Hotel. We each (5 of us counting the driver) took two big jolts of whiskey and then made tracks for the dining room. Don't think there was a one in the bunch who tho't about washing his face and hands first. Well when we had satisfied our ravenous appetites, and it took some bulk to appease them, I "kinda" separated myself from the others and got the key to the "No 1" plunge and--well I did it. When I got out and went to the room there was old Doc in bed. He was all in.
This morning we got up and found the six o'clock train accomodatingly [sic] late. Our general appearance being rather shabby and that business I have to attend to in Elko, we decided to "hie ourselves hither." Now we are on the train. Don't know where Dr. W. is but I'm back here in the Pullman with you dear. Oh, if it were only a reality!! But maybe_______! I'm one who lives in hopes.
I'm not attempting to answer your letters herein dear. This is just a tale of woe. When I get more time (alone) I'll be with you, deeper in tho'ts-if that is possible.
Anyway dear I'm always
Yours
Frank
Feb'y 16th 1916.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Letters from Grandpa 4 December 1915
Commercial Hotel
W. M. Doyle, Prop.
Elko, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley
Huntington Hall
South Pasadena, California
My dear Allene:--
Your letter didn't arrive the day I expected it. It was one day late. So negligent, or careless of you dear to disappoint me!!
The description of the riot has made me laugh--well, every time I think about it. That flight up those stairs, then the breathless bunch in suspense and then the relief which followed. You needn't ever mention "first year composition" to me again.
So you cry quits on the "eats,"--that is modified by "well not so often." Alright dear, you shall have your way--modified by for awhile.
As for the picture--I'm waiting for the one of you. You remember of me asking you,--don't you? As soon as I get where there us a photographer who I think is capable of doing justice to a subject such as I, I will comply with your request. In the meantime be patient dear--not like I, tho'.
I can't leave here for about ten days as one of the boys who is going with me-(he's an expert auto mechanic)-is sick and the doctor says he can't get out for at least a week. I'll start as soon as possible. I was up to Wells last week--Notice the position of prominence in which that paper makes note of it!! I am of course sending you a copy of that paper.--'Twill prove to you that Wells is not without a representative even tho' you did think it might be off the map. So I'm not someone from nowhere,--but no one from somewhere perhaps.
Love dear--to you.
Frank
Saturday-December 4th, 1915
W. M. Doyle, Prop.
Elko, Nevada
Miss Allene S. Kelley
Huntington Hall
South Pasadena, California
My dear Allene:--
Your letter didn't arrive the day I expected it. It was one day late. So negligent, or careless of you dear to disappoint me!!
The description of the riot has made me laugh--well, every time I think about it. That flight up those stairs, then the breathless bunch in suspense and then the relief which followed. You needn't ever mention "first year composition" to me again.
So you cry quits on the "eats,"--that is modified by "well not so often." Alright dear, you shall have your way--modified by for awhile.
As for the picture--I'm waiting for the one of you. You remember of me asking you,--don't you? As soon as I get where there us a photographer who I think is capable of doing justice to a subject such as I, I will comply with your request. In the meantime be patient dear--not like I, tho'.
I can't leave here for about ten days as one of the boys who is going with me-(he's an expert auto mechanic)-is sick and the doctor says he can't get out for at least a week. I'll start as soon as possible. I was up to Wells last week--Notice the position of prominence in which that paper makes note of it!! I am of course sending you a copy of that paper.--'Twill prove to you that Wells is not without a representative even tho' you did think it might be off the map. So I'm not someone from nowhere,--but no one from somewhere perhaps.
Love dear--to you.
Frank
Saturday-December 4th, 1915
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