Love Letter Number One

Last night I looked through some old letters Betty and I had saved over the years. Here is the first one I wrote to her from Cincinnati, OH after I had gone to the University for some graduate study - pre-planned. This picture was taken that same time period by her cousin. Good things do happen on first dates. (Betty and Harriet are the same gal - Harriet Elizabeth)

July 26. 1948

Dearest Harriet:-

Here I am the 1st day after our 1st date a thousand miles away and only the opportunity to write you. But letters are better than nothing; and after all two weeks are not really such a long time except in a relative sense. And relatively speaking it ‘peers like about an eon or two.

It was wonderful being last night with you and learning for sure that which I’d already suspected. Honestly, I didn’t think it could happen to me. Since a none to happy high school experience I’d tho”t myself immune. Women were lovely playthings, but, oh, the change a wonderful girl like you can bring about,. To toy with you would be sacrilege, to forget you would be akin to forgetting that there is a God, or that I had a mother. And I don’t forget important things easily. (Of course I locked the car last night with the key in-side. I left the house today without my checkbook, and it’’s a mile and a half from here to the University. ) It’s pretty big, but at least the Psychology Dept. will know me. Also left my pen at home - or lost it so this is a 98 cent Special ball point. (I’m in the bathtub under water writing this.) [Joke]

Classes start tomorrow - if I start writing Psychology to you it’ll just be an excuse to review the stuff while also writing you. Conscientious Student, you know. Besides there’s a greater incentive to make good now.

Oh, Harriet, Harriet, I love you
Love you more than pen and ink can tell.
Love that smile, those bright and
sparkling eyes.
Love the things you stand for,
purity and light
And love you because of them.

And when your soft, low voice,
The voice angels must speak with,
Says “Jim” I thrill within my soul
For low and sweet it says also
“I love you.”

Well, that wasn’t supposed to be a poem, but it expresses me tho’ts to youward.
I’ve written John & Jean and told them that we plan eventually to be wed, but told them to keep it under their hats for a while; not that I care who knows, but would like to hear your reaction to any publicity.

Am enclosing a picture I happen to have with me, with the fervent hope that you will do the same. It isn’t to good. I think it flatters me, but Aunt Bertha says I’m better looking that that. (God bless her.)

It’s 5 PM and I must shower and shave before 6 as Joe Litchenstein is coming by for dinner. He’s my colleague at Marshall in Psychology. So I’ll close for today.

Love you, Jim