My first proposal came today. I got a letter from Steve
asking me to marry him. I wish I loved him, it would make things so simple.
Otherwise life proceeded as usual today.
She saved the letter in her scrap book.
Sunday, 12 April 1931
Dear Annabelle,
I need not tell you how happy I was to receive your letter.
Your plans for next year and for ’33 duly noted. It’s nice to make plans, don’t
you think so Annabelle? That is to say I make them too. The main one is concerning
you when you graduate in ’33, for I want us to be married then or before (this
summer) if you wouldn’t mind giving up school. We have never talked about his
before, have we? I’ve always though about the things I couldn’t do for you
because of my zero financial circumstances, but I don’t think those things
count very much with either of us after all. I pray to god to make everything
in your life beautiful and happy everyday.
There probably isn’t a more glorious place in the world than
Oregon in springtime. It thrilled me to read of your horseback ride into the
country. I didn’t go to Church on Easter Sunday either. They were all so
crowded. At dawn East services were held on the steps of the University
library, almost beneath my window. The Riverside church clarion bells played
all day (and is playing now). There were Easter parades all over town, and even
so many flowers. Ninth Avenue, down near the lower east side, was almost
blocked by push cars sagging under the loads of flowers.
Yesterday afternoon as I was getting my hat to leave the
Army and Navy Club I met General and Mrs. Halbroah, and Virginia and Frank.
They asked Tawwauy and I to come out to Fort Hamilton on May 15th
for a homecoming party for Jack and Alice. Tawwauy and I intended to visit New
London, but Jack’s submarine will be out the next three weekends.
Our class had a reunion luncheon at the club. There are
sixty in New York, fifteen of us still in the Navy. I met some of the boys I
haven’t seen since Midshipman days, and especially Cliff Alderman. He and
Baldwin and I were together on every Midshipman’s Cruise. It was recalled that
we once perched on top of the main mast watching the moon rise up over the
Tagus River from behind the hills of Lisbon, and the three of us talked of what
the future might hold.
On Tuesday evening President butler is giving a reception
for us, so the uniforms are out of the trunks once more and are being pressed.
I don’t know anything about UCLA. One of my sisters said she
might go there next year. She is coming to Annapolis for June week and will be
married after graduation to Midshipman H. M. Drake. He is going to one of the
ships based at San Pedro and Catherine thought she might go to USLA while he is
away on cruises. My older brother still lives down there in Long Beach. It’s
been so long since I’ve been there that I’d probably fail to recognize any
landmarks, even though that’s where I was raised.
There is no further information about orders to sea. The
rumor was that everyone in our class would go to the destroyers at Charleston,
S.C. Could you be persuaded to be married and come there with me Annabelle?
If you stay in school next year I honestly think you would
be much happier at Oregon than at UCLA (since I don’t know anything about UCLA
I ‘m hardly qualified to express an opinion). If I am fortunate enough to go to
the West Coast in October I’d be delighted if you were in Los Angeles. If you
stay at Oregon I’d like to come there for my leave.
These questions in this letter aren’t intended to be
problems which you must solve, just to make your life difficult. I know you
will understand. All my loyalty is for you, Annabelle.
Sincerely, Stephen
Isn't it funny how formal and polite a love letter was in those days. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we were able to read the response? Interesting to see a mention of New London in Steve's letter.
ReplyDeleteThanks again for this blog, Jane.