Papers of the Benjamin Franklin Yancey Family

William L. Eason to May Elizabeth Yancey, November 18, 1927

Employment | Entertainment | Holidays, birthdays and celebrations | Place--Esmont, VA | Place--New Jersey | Place--Virginia, other | Romantic relationships

William Eason writes May Yancey to tell her how much he misses her and sends her the lyrics to a song.

To: Miss. May E. Yancey
Esmont Virginia
From: From
W. Eason
216 Spring St.
Elizabeth, N.J.
Postmark: Elizabeth, N.J.
NOV 18, 1927
9 AM
Postmark: Esmont, VA
Nov 19, 1927
12 M

?8./15?

Dearest May,

I wrote you a letter last night but I made a mistake on the envelope I sent it to Ettrick Va., instead to Esmont had I not been fooling I would of notice it but, I never relized it until this morning. Hoping that you will recive it by Saturday morning, please sweet heart don't be angry at me, if you donot receive it before you go on your week end trip.

Hoping that you will enjoy your trip dear. It is raining to'night. I had planned to have a too bad Christmas but things are looking pretty shure it seems as if evry body is out of work here. I am getting fairly well but could be getting along better. I dont care whether I have any thing or not just since I have you, because you mean every thing in the world to me. At least I think that you do. I am going to Plainfield Thursday to a dance and I hope to see your mother It will seem too bad to not see you up there.

Dear I wish that you could bring me some of that Blackberry wine for xmas as it certainly was good. I've got a song pl that seem to me Wonderful I am going to write it on the back of this paper how do you like it? Be sweet little girl and come back to me and I'll be happy wont you

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Here is the song that I was going to write you. Oh sweetheart I had to stop writing for a while and eat supper, I also cut my finger just now and it certainly does hurt

Are you lonsome to night

Are you lonsome to night.

Do you miss me to night.

Are you sorry we drifted a part

Does your memory stray

To a bright summer day, When I kissed you and called you sweet heart.

Does the your chair in your parlor seem empty and bare.

Do you gaze in at your door steps and picture me there.

Is your heart filled with pain shall I come back again.

Tell me dear are you lonsome to night.

Longing for you Sweet heart.

Yours always
Bill.

Published by: Virginia Center for Digital History

Source copy consulted: Papers of the Benjamin Franklin Yancey Family (MSS 11599), Alderman Library, University of Virginia

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