Found letters: from Jack to Irene, circa 1946

When I lived in Eugene OR, between 2002 and 2004, I used to go to this great vintage clothing store (the name of which escapes me now). One day, at the counter, I saw a stack of letters in a plastic bag. The price was $6. So of course I bought it.

Why? Why should I buy someone else's letters for six dollars? Because I was envisioning returning them to their rightful owner someday---that relatives would see this blog and contact me. Because I couldn't understand why people (and their families) would get rid of their letters. Because I'm a hopeless romantic.

The correspondence is between Irene and Jack, and the letters I have are from Jack. He's writing from Pasqua, Saskatchewan. Irene lives in Portland, OR.

 Here is a letter from May 26, 1946. Read to the end---there's a surprise.

Dearest Irene,       


Hello darling! Here goes for a few lines hoping you arrived home safely with no bad effects from the trip. Had Annie get the snaps in the mail yesterday so am sending you the negatives. Some turned out quite well but I'm afraid Jean moved the camera a bit with some of them. As a result they are not just as clean as they might be.


Where did you sit in the plane going home? We thought you were by the front window right over the wing. Were you? We waited and watched the plane take off. Seemed to take a long time for it to get started down the runway and when it finally did take off, Irene, I felt that part of me went with it. Gee, darling! I hated to see you go. I haven't shed any tears yet but there has been one lonely little boy around here since you went away. Missing you like hell and just can't help it. You should have stayed, my wonderful lady.


We arrived home about three thirty. Anyway it was day light. Bob drove and went to sleep about six times. It was a good thing Edna stayed awake to keep him awake. As it was we nearly went in the ditch at Homes's just before we got home.

Friday wasn't very eventful. Ran the tractor in the morning, helped Pa fix fence and do chores in the afternoon.


Saturday was town day as usual with Bob, Edna, and I staying at home. We finished [Miphams?] cultivating yesterday. Just have mine to do. Should finish to-morrow night. Last nite tho three of us went to Stony Beach in the truck. Bob went to ball practise. Didn't get there until it was almost over. After that we went to John and Ruby's. Bob and Walter had a session with the violin and accordion so didn't get home until eleven thirty.


As usual I spent most of Sunday morning in bed but did manage to get up int time to have breakfast and go to church. Dick informs me "It's a good thing that woman went home or they would have lost me." Claimed he'd only seen me at a distance since you arrived. But then who's worried about that. Wish they were still seeing me at a distance beside a certain person whom I consider very charming. And kiddo I'm not handing you the "shot." (Dot the "O" if you wish).


John was telling me last night he has a lot of work lined up. Don't know if he was hinting that he'd like me back for a month but have a good notion to ask him. As soon as we finish my summer [?] there won't be much to do around there for a month or so. I may as well be earning a dollar or two. I have a wild notion that it would be a good time to take a little trip, hitch-hiking to a place called Portland. Ever heard of it? Darling I'd like to come but think I'd better let my better judgment (or otherwise) control my actions. It seems like ages since you left. You might just as well have stayed until tonite (Sunday) at least.

Pa's latest comment is--He can't see why you being engaged to another guy would come and see me. I didn't try to explain. He might not understand.


And now my sweet that seems to be most of the news. Will send the photos as soon as I get them. Still missing you and wishing you were here. Looking forward to receiving your letter. Almost wish I hadn't told you not to wire.


Bye for now, Love! Jack xxxxxxxxo (for my baby doll)

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Whoa--did he just say she's engaged to another guy?

It looks like the letter was written with a fountain pen. Does anyone know when ballpoint pens became more widespread? For the most part the handwriting is legible, and the grammar and punctuation correct.

I love the tone of his letters: "Gee darling" and "kiddo I'm not handing you the 'shot.' (dot the "O" if you wish)."

I also love that Bob and Walter had a "session" with the violin and accordion. Does that kind of thing happen anymore? When K's parents were here a few weeks ago they said that both of their parents used to jam on the accordion with their friends on a regular basis. I seriously think I was born in the wrong time (either that or I need to rekindle this tradition).

What's so fun about reading these letters (there are 9 more) is hearing that obsolete vernacular. Recently I was reading an article about Mad Men in the NY Times Magazine, and how the writers read letters from that time period to get a sense of how people spoke back then. They also watch films and read books from the era, but Matthew Weiner said the best way to get that old language into your ear is to read letters from the period.

I wonder what eventually happened between Jack and Irene? Did she marry that other guy? Did she go for Jack? Did she run off to the convent? It's been awhile since I've read the other letters. Maybe there's a clue somewhere about their fate....