Name/Title
AU Lambert, Bertha Elizabeth - 1897-06-22 letter to Joseph Hastings HarrisEntry/Object ID
1990.1.319Context
[Westerville, OH, to Mr. J. H. Harris, Box 219, Athens, Ohio.]
Westerville, O. June 22, '97.
Mr. J. H. Harris,
Athens O.
My Own Darling Joe: Here I am trying to learn how to write again. I rec'd your precious message today about 3 P.M. and could not be content to leave the post office until I had read it through.
I am so glad you got through all right and also that you did not have to work yesterday. That surely was a rather swift good-bye that you did just right. I thought I was pretty brave to not shed a tear at seeing you leave, but somehow when you did not come out as usual on Mon. evening I was not quite so brave, and when the folks pitied me that only made me feel worse.
We have not been alone since you left but nevertheless I have been so lonely I hardly know what to do with myself. About all the consolation I could find was to be with Lora for everything else made me think of you. But I do not wish to complain or bring sad thoughts to you. Lucy says I will have much worse troubles after , but I hope not. After you left I took Lora to church, Mr. Shuey gave the address. It was principally a history of the Associations and was very good but my mind was elsewhere, most of the time Lora came home with me and yesterday morning Faye and her mamma came out. Last evening John's came and today Rev. Oakes & Rev. Weaver were here so I ought not to be lonely. Helen went with me to the service this morning and clung to me like a leech. She says she's my girl and will do anything for me. The service today was mostly foolishness. They had quite a number of stereoscopic views which were excellent.
Carrie and Elsie have gone to the banquet, but I could ask for nothing better than to spend this hour with you. My eyes seem almost well but I will not write much more. Yes dear I pray for you much and I believe God will keep us and guide us in the way we should go. I wish I might drive away your cares tonight. I will leave you and go to my room to dream of you.
Your loving one
Bertha Lambert.
