George struggles with life
Quite a burden fell on George's shoulders. He had family help (his mother, Marion's sister Ella, and others) to take care of James, but he had a paper to edit which took long hours, and he spent any other time trekking to Rutland to keep his wife shored up. This pair of letters conveys his struggles:
"Marion dear: -
I have been writing until I am very tired and nervous and must quit soon. I have written Mother, and Aunt Eunice and will write Auntie Ella and you tomorrow. This is being started at 9:45 p.m. Tuesday and I was delighted hear by phone that you had a splendid day.
I love you better and better darling every day and I only wish I could I could give you some of my strength. God bless and keep you till we meet and make you strong and well again in due season.
"Dearest Marion:- I had a splendid day with you yesterday. I so enjoyed talking so much with you. It is terrible to be so tired that you really can't talk much with the person you want most to talk with isn't it. Sometimes I tell you in a letter I have something to talk over with you and when I get up there I'm so tired and so sick of thinking about what I had in mind to talk with you about that I just cant bring myself to start in and reherse it over. Yesterday I felt like talking with you and I did enjoy it so much. I must get rested BEFORE I come to you so I will be more fresh and can enjoy your company as I ought and not be asleep or so gbrain-fagged that I cant talk.
I think it is terrible- to give so much of yourself to your work- earning dollars- that when you get home for those for whom you work and who you love- you cant be yourself but are dragged out. I was always that way in New Haven and am now when I come to you.
Well, anyway, I'll try to get rested more before I come so I can enjoy more such talks as we had yesterday, love.
I'll not write much now as I'm going to mail this at noon and see if it wont get to you tonight as I hope...
I got down all right without any eventful thing. Nothing new here. Was glad I wore my overcoat as it was snowing hard on the way to the Rutland station and was raining very hard in Lynn.
I have so much to talk with you about and I must not work so hard for I simply have to drive myself to be agreable even- let alone talking sense and things I want to talk- when I am with you Sundays. That's been the main thing I've been thinking about since I left you last night aside from thinking how much, Oh, how very very much I love you, darling.
I hope that everything is well with you when this arrives and that you will keep up your splendid fight with the same calm courage that has marked you all along. I know you will, dear, for Jim's sake and mine and your own and for all who love you.
Good, Bye, sweetheart- sweet dreams and a fine sleep and lots of love and kisses from your hubby- Forever your lover-
Good night, beloved-
George"
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"Marion dear: -
I have been writing until I am very tired and nervous and must quit soon. I have written Mother, and Aunt Eunice and will write Auntie Ella and you tomorrow. This is being started at 9:45 p.m. Tuesday and I was delighted hear by phone that you had a splendid day.
I love you better and better darling every day and I only wish I could I could give you some of my strength. God bless and keep you till we meet and make you strong and well again in due season.
"Dearest Marion:- I had a splendid day with you yesterday. I so enjoyed talking so much with you. It is terrible to be so tired that you really can't talk much with the person you want most to talk with isn't it. Sometimes I tell you in a letter I have something to talk over with you and when I get up there I'm so tired and so sick of thinking about what I had in mind to talk with you about that I just cant bring myself to start in and reherse it over. Yesterday I felt like talking with you and I did enjoy it so much. I must get rested BEFORE I come to you so I will be more fresh and can enjoy your company as I ought and not be asleep or so gbrain-fagged that I cant talk.
I think it is terrible- to give so much of yourself to your work- earning dollars- that when you get home for those for whom you work and who you love- you cant be yourself but are dragged out. I was always that way in New Haven and am now when I come to you.
Well, anyway, I'll try to get rested more before I come so I can enjoy more such talks as we had yesterday, love.
I'll not write much now as I'm going to mail this at noon and see if it wont get to you tonight as I hope...
I got down all right without any eventful thing. Nothing new here. Was glad I wore my overcoat as it was snowing hard on the way to the Rutland station and was raining very hard in Lynn.
I have so much to talk with you about and I must not work so hard for I simply have to drive myself to be agreable even- let alone talking sense and things I want to talk- when I am with you Sundays. That's been the main thing I've been thinking about since I left you last night aside from thinking how much, Oh, how very very much I love you, darling.
I hope that everything is well with you when this arrives and that you will keep up your splendid fight with the same calm courage that has marked you all along. I know you will, dear, for Jim's sake and mine and your own and for all who love you.
Good, Bye, sweetheart- sweet dreams and a fine sleep and lots of love and kisses from your hubby- Forever your lover-
Good night, beloved-
George"
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