My grandfather was a hopeless romantic. He and my grandmother called each other "dearie" throughout their life together. The name Dearie stuck for him and that's what we called him. Our grandmother was Boosie for a child's way of saying Ruthie.
I'll be sharing his poetry first. Then I will share mine. Without further delay and in no particular order:
on a letter head from The Booth Electrical Furnace Company, Chicago, Illinois - dated July 20th 1923