Name/Title
AU Harris, Joseph Hastings - 1895-12-26 letter to Bertha Elizabeth LambertEntry/Object ID
1990.1.74Context
[Plantsville, OH, to Miss Bertha Lambert, Westerville, Ohio, “Franklin Co.,” envelope has no stamp or postmark.]
Plantsville, O.
Dec. 26, 1895.
Miss Lambert,
Westerville, O.
My Darling Bertha: I send a few lines this morning to say that all is well and that we are having plenty of water and mud. I spent Christmas at home, Frank's, John Huffman's and with Alice. Old Santa didn't find me at all. I doubt if he looked for me. We expected to go to town today to get a group taken, but as it is raining we cannot go. Alice looks better than I expected to see her but it seems to me that death is written quite plainly in her actions, voice etc. I shall try to see her again. Charley and I expect to visit Walter Embree tomorrow. I am having a nice time, but am anxious to see you. I suppose you have considerable company now and are looking for more. I thought some of calling on you Friday evening, but will give you a little rest and wait until Sat. and then you may keep me as long as you like until Jan. 11. If I come Sat. it will be near night before reaching you. I hope you are having a nice time. Doubtless you got my letter written from Palos and perhaps there is a letter at the office for me if I can find a boat to row over there after a while. O my I have a good one on you, perhaps you have heard it ere this, but it makes me smile to think of it. I felt rather disappointed because no one congratulated me nor did they inquire about my sweetheart much {ei} in that sense. They seem to be afraid of me, but you are a brave (?) little girl since our Lake Erie experience. I gathered some posies yesterday. My visit is about out now and I begin to feel that I am in the people's way, they want to use me too well.
I have been busy about all the time and there are many other places I would delight very much to go but time forbids. It seems so strange to come on the ridge and you not here. I believe you must come with me the next time. As I can talk better when looking into your loving eyes you will please pardon this short letter.
Your Lover,
J. H. Harris.
