LETTERS FROM THE PAST

This blog is to honor those who have come before us. These are family letters that I have had for years and wanted to be able to share them with family. It's an interesting way of knowing how life was in the past.

Myron F Taylor with 3 of his buddies in 1952. Over the last 20 years I've been working on our family letters. Letters that have been passed down. Including letters from my parents to my great-grandmother. Every letter was saved by my great grandmother and grandmother. I hope someday to either print them or give them to a museum. I am copying the letters–not being able to photocopy all of them. Each letter is in script. I know today very few can read them. I hope you enjoy them.

Thursday, January 14, 2021

Joe Seaman's Passing - Letter From Geo White to Archie Wineland

Osborne, Kansas

August 2st, 1961

Dear Archie and Mable

Joe passed away last Thursday, has been in hospital about two months. Guess the fortune teller told Mable the truth. I was down to see him a couple times. He changed his mind about be buried at Winfield and was buried beside Nettie in Natoma cemetary.

He sure suffered, His corpse didn’t look like Joe. I had a time getting hold of Bob as he was in the hills and I finally got him and he was at funera. Also Wm and Katie as they were in Bolder but are going on to St. Louis to see Richard and then are going back to Calif and then come back next July when they can get their house as it is rented until then. Dr. said out there that Wm would have to come back and take more treatments. He can’t walk without crutches yet.

We are having nice cool weather now and plenty of moisture.

As Ever Uncle Geo.

 


SE White to Archie Wineland May 20, 1932

Ft. Collins, Colo.

Friday A.M. May 20” 1932

Dear Archie and Mable.

Your letter of Wednesday on it was mailed from Natoma on Wednesday. Don’t know when you did write it for it had no date. Don’t understand what you mean about my not answering all your and Mabels letters right away as soon as I get them. For I am anxious to get letters from home so I answer them at once. Yours is the first one I have had from home this week and if I don’t get one this afternoon I won’t get one before Monday for they always come in the afternoon from home and the mailman does not come Saturday afternoons and after one has lived 54 years in one place that is his home and he wants to hear from that home and the folks. There could be no one that that me better than Bob and Mattie but Bob works night and does not get up until noon and he is always working in the afternoon fixing up the place and he is making it look nice. There was a barn when they bought it and last fall he tore it down there was a lot of good lumber in it and he put up a building 30 +40 made a garage to hold his cars and there finished off two rooms in it for sleeping rooms. He and Mattie sleep out there and I in the house. It is better for him for there is no dnoise from the folks that live in the home. We go out every Monday morning to the golf ground and he and Mttie play 9 holes. I go with them and I set in the car and road. Last Monday I played 3 holes done better than I expected for I had not played for 3 years. In 4 more days the fishing season will open and then Bob will go fishing in the afternoons and I will ride up in the (?) with him and take a book. He drives up 20 to 30 miles and sometimes more. We have been writing to Fred and Bess to come out for a few days. For they have not seen them for 8 years. He has wrote that he thinks he will come and if he does I will go back with him and stop and visit the folks there for a while. I have not been feeling the best in the world. They say the flu takes a long time to get over. I am in no pain but weak just all gone. I take a walk every day. Walk down once a week to get shaved. Once or twice a week to the Library most every day to the Post Office. I have wrote a 175 letters and 40 cards since I have been here. You say you have been having lives spells like John Meyer. I think Ruth wrote that Mr. Meyers had been sick did not say what with but that he was better. How is Floyd Meyers. Glad that Pat done will on his cattle. Tell Pat halo for me. You sure had god luck getting coyotes what is the bounty on them. You don’t know what hard times back there as they do in a big city for you get enough to eat and they don’t in the city. Bob says there is from 25 to 75 men every night at the RR shop the RR lets them ride in the box cars and sleep in them and they are on the go all the time. They will go around the slices and get a better meat a few potatoes bread & c and then cook it. You know in about all the streams in Colo there is a little gold not much but now when so many are out of work they are panning out gold. Bob and I see sometimes as many as 25 up in the Mts. They say sometimes they get 2 or 3 dollars a day. Well I guess this is enough. Try and write me again soon. With lots of love to you all I am

Grandfather

SE White to Archie Wineland Sept 8, 1922

 

Note: This letter has a “chunk” out of the side. I will type what I can with the “….” In the area’s where there is no paper anymore.

 

The Natoma Central Telephone Co.

Friday Morning 9/8” 1922

Dear Archie,

Just a line this morning as …..have to go to town. My dear boy I have ……put you in the same class as Irvin…..some temper. But I think that….ndmother influence made you see……between right and wrong……ery selfish and sees only what…..benifit. I have mislade his letter…the one from his wife but they are….The one he wrote from Honolulo …never said a word about the trouble I think he is in the navy or army. The other day I got an ash tray from him made out of some kind of wood. About those horses from Carl Miller that will be all right I will sign the note He will try and get over to see the game a week from Sunday.

Yours in haste – Grandfather.

2nd Note: I believe he is talking about Archie’s brother – Irvin Wineland.

George White to Archie Wineland - 2/19, 1928

 

The Luray Grain Company

Geo. L. White, Owner and Manager

 

Luray, Kansas, 2/19, 1928

 

Dear Nephew:

 

Got your letter, wanted to come up last Sunday but didn’t get to and today is too muddy, Will try and come up when the roads get good – and before that old hen chickens are all gone. Saw in the Natoma paper about your Father’s death. Did you learn any particulars It might be well for you to investigate and if there is any property, to put in for your share – Your mother was a hard worker and a good manager – and when she died, there had a very good start, and you are entitled to your share.

 

Say these rains & snows are sure fine for the wheat, and I guess we all could stand for a good crop.

 

As Ever - George


Note: The property referred to was sold by the 3rd wife to her brother for $1. Then he sold it for a profit. It had been sold by the time Archie had an attorney. All involved where crooks. There was nothing anyone could do about it back in the 1920's. Archie lost everything that belonged to him and his brother. 

Letter To Archie From SE White - Oct 21, 1918

The Natoma Central Telephone Co.

 

Monday Morning Oct 21, 1918

 

Dear Archie,

 

Your letter come Saturday found us all well. Granma, Mattie, Hester and I went to Osborne Thursday afternoon. Granma had 10 tickets out. We come out Sat P.M. It tried to rain a little Friday but did not amount to much. Joe and Nettie went out yesterday we got 5 ducks. Bob went to K.U. last Tuesday have had a letter and two cards from him. No word abou you two boys yet will let you know when we do. No news here. Yesterday Willie run over a turkey of your friend Mrs. T. and she sent him down a note telling him to send her $4.00 within 6 hours, but he has not sent it yet and so I suppose there will be something doing soon.

 

Well, I will have to stop write often. – Granpa (S.E. White)


Letter From Silas White - Oct 21, 1932

 

Ft. Collins Colo Oct 21” 1932

 

Dear Mabel and Archie,

 

Your good letter come day before yesterday. Sure glad to get it for I have not been getting many latly. Archie got my card letting about the boy killing the deer. While I did not get even a shot or see a buck I did injoy the trip for it was the finest kind of weather which we can have in Oct and you know that is the finest kind of wether. There were lots of hunters some women and some of the women got a deer. Some hunted the four days and I’d not see a deer. Wish you could have had some of the meat  Bob give a lot away sent some to his friends in Denver one of them was here last night and played Pinochel he said it was the fresest – he ever eat they were fat one of them a three year old and the other five. The girls caved up a lot. Bob and Joe went to Denver yesterday they asked me to go but I did not care to go. They are going out to play golf this a.m. Nettie has been out four times and Joe once Last Tuesday. Joe and Nettie went up to the cabin it survived up there four inches they stoped all night there is beds and everythings and a nice big fire in the fireplace is pleasant in a cold nite. Dale I think is about love picking apples. They were here night before last and he said he though he would send his and the young man (a cousin of hers) back and he would stay. She has been homesick. It has been lonesome for her as they have been away at work all day. She was up here several times and some of us was down there. I think this was the longest she was ever away from her mother. I think Dale maybe homesick. When she and the little one are gone. There is not much work to be had here but Dale will find it if anyone can. Joe and a man that lives in the home here have just gone up the rets 40 miles. And Bob and the girls to the golf grounds. It is sure a nice day. I will stay here and do some writing and reading this is the kind of weather one likes to be out doors. I don’t know yet when I will be home If Joe and Nettie go back I think I will go with them. I don’t feel like spending money on the train. Wish you would write me how the cattle sell in K.C. I have been feeling OK ever since I have been here except – a little cold the first few days. Hoping you both are well and with lots of love I am

Grandfather (S.E. White)