I will start with my Grandfather

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

Sometimes I think, Oh!  yes I do,

I'd like a letter soon from you.

I know you're almost tired to death

And can't sit down to get your breath.

But a real good letter now and then,

Is relished by the best of men.

A card, a note and a day between,

To me it seems most awful lean.

You do not need to write a book,

For its hard to find a quiet nook.

But you know what I like to hear,

Just write a good long letter, dear.

I toil by day and sometimes night,

But very seldom fail to write.

Though social pleasures fill my card,

And writing seems most awful hard,

With picnics every day or two

I ever, dear, do think of you.

And, sometimes, I do more than think,

For each night e'er I sleep a wink,

I whisper in you very ear,

I love you sweetheart, ever dear.

And to make as official out of this,

I seal my message with a kiss.

Perhaps these love words went astray,

Among the stars of the milky way.

Or maybe they were lost in the crowd

Or are gamboling aloft on a fleecy cloud

Or your receiver may not have been in tune

And they traveled to you by way of the moon

But wherever or however the case may be,

Each night this message goes from me.

This really is not a complaint    

Don't read a thought in here that "ain't"

'Tis just a suggestion, dear, for you

To keep your boy from feelin' blue.

 

Will

7-20-23