Walt gets a chance to write one more letter before moving and wonders what Ruth has meant with the initials K.C. at the end of her letters. I don’t know. I found a blog post about sexting acronyms in letters written in the 1930s in my search, but nothing about K.C.
A transcript follows the letter images.
How is my sweet lil’ ole chicken doing tonight?—Feelin’ right peart I hope.—Bet it is hotter then hell back there now isn’t it?—I can remember back a few short months ago that it was just the opposite so I don’t imagine you mind the heat too much.
I got a rather pleasant surprise the other day—Rec’d a letter from Dave Bair—Lake Placid, N.Y. I never expected to hear from him or any of those guys. He was kicked out of A.C.L.—Been in Hawaii—And up and down the Atlantic Seaboard since he’s been in the Army—said he was physically 4-F.—What is his status—Marr
yied or otherwise. I’ve forgotten.
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I didn’t expect to be able to write this letter but I can—maybe one or two more—if not—don’t worry about it—I’ll get them to you as soon as I can.
Fairly drunk out last night—we’re making hay while the sun shines—drinking while we can get it.—
What is this K.C. stuff at the end of your letters—You’ve got my [illegible cross out] curiousity (or sompin) aroused, or sompin). Ha.
Maybe I’m just dense.
Well Honey for tonight it is
I Love You
x Walt x
x xxxx xxx