Category Archives: Family matters

In which we discuss matters of the family.

"We are in hard luck here."

First, something from the Heartmelting Files:

Me: Poppy, I’m glad I get to be your Mommy.
Poppy: Mommy, I’m glad I get to be your sweetheart.

Me too, kiddo.

And now, on to today’s letters:

Nov. 11 1942

Dear dad,

We arrived here O.K. all except we were awful tired. I’m leaving Friday for Texas and Annis is coming back [home]. She is going to stay with Mrs. Higdon until I get her a place to stay in Texas. I can’t say much at this time except I hope to see you agan soon and tell Rebecca we are O.K. and I’ll write you agan soon. So good by for now.

Your son
Cornell

Just a few days later, Cornell writes again. And once again, the poor guy is broke.

Nov. 16, 1942

Dear dad,

I haven’t time to write but a few lines. I have a lot to do. We are in hard luck here. We have to buy a lot of suplyes, and I haven’t got a cent. So if you can get me $10 dollars it would really come in handy. I’ve got to have at least ten dollars. So I don’t know anyone who can spare it here. So if you can get me ten dollars, I’ll send it back when I get paid. Well theres no news so I’m going to close for this time. Send the money real soon.

Cornell

A few years ago, my mom gave me a shoebox full of old papers that her grandfather had saved. Some of them were yellowed receipts and such, but there were also quite a few letters from various family members. This is one of them. Here are some others.

"Daddy, have you been drinking?"

It’s snowing here this morning. That has boggled my mind to the extent that I don’t have much to add about these letters.

Detroit, Mich
Nov 2, 1942

Dearest Daddy

Got your letter. Was sorry to hear you all were sick. I got a card from Polly and a letter from Cornell. They’re both O.K. Annis is down there with Cornell. Polly said Tallie and Mama was in Asheville. Are you and Lennis living with Beckey or by yourselves? Tell Lennis to be good. Daddy, have you been drinking? If you have I want you to stop. When you get my letters, Daddy, write straight back. Is it cold down there yet? It’s cold up here. Did Polly take all her clothes with her? She isn’t working is she? Tell Beckey we’re O.K. and tell J.T. Dougan Jr. is getting along fine so far but he might have to change his notch. Ha. Tell him I’ll write to him soon. There isn’t any news so I will close for this time.
Love to all
Mattie Pearl

Detroit, Mich
Nov, 1942

Dear Daddy & Bug
Will answer your letter. How are you all by now? We’re all OK up here. I got a letter from Mama today. She’s OK. But I’ll bet you can’t guess where she is – she’s at Sal’s in S.C. She said her and Polly was going to get them a job as quick as they could. I haven’t heard from Cornell since he went back. Say, did he get married, and how long did he stay at home? I sure wanted to see him, but I guess I will have to go see him when I come home. Daddy, I don’t know when we’ll be home, but before Christmas I guess when D.L. has to go to the Army. That’s when we’ll be there I guess. He hasn’t took his examination yet but I guess he will soon. Daddy, tell Beckey Hello and to write to me again. Tell J.T. and Junior and Bug hello and to write. Daddy don’t wait so long to write next time.
Where are you working underground? I hope it isn’t at John Burlesin’s old mines. They’re too dangerious, Daddy. So tell Bug to write a little. So answer soon.
Love to all
Mattie P.

P.S. Mama didn’t say anything about Daddy Talley.

A few years ago, my mom gave me a shoebox full of old papers that her grandfather had saved. Some of them were yellowed receipts and such, but there were also quite a few letters from various family members. This is one of them. Here are some others.

Choose your own adventure

You have been given a choice.

You can go to your bedroom and choose your clothes for the day, or you can sit on the steps and stare at the wall. If you are a Normal Person, you will get dressed. If you are three and a half, you will sit on the stairs and rail against the injustices of the world. Your brother, meanwhile, will paddle around the kitchen in his footed jammies, chanting “Mo’! Mo’! Mo’!” in protest of his meager breakfast of a banana, a bowl of Fruit Loops and a cup of milk.

Your mother is grateful that she woke up early today to do a little yoga with Bob. She credits this decision for the fact that she is, remarkably, OK with the 3.5-year-old and the 17-month-old being a bit ridiculous this morning. She may even try to do it again tomorrow.