Theresa Lambert; Hayward, Sept. 9, 1919

Dear Friends,

How are you? I'm doing good. Could be warmer but, it's the end of January what do you expect.
Well here is the next letter from Theresa. She was still in Hayward.

In case it's hard to read here is what it says.

Dear Friend,

I received your letter & was certainly glad

to hear from you. No we have not gone home

yet but are going to leave Wednesday. So 

next time you write address your letter to

Miss Theresa Lambert

3914 Greenview Ave.

Chicago, Ill.

Gee will I be glad when I reach the dear spot.

We had thrashing here last week. Gosh

we had some crowd to feed.

I have been going to so many dances that

I know pretty nearly everybody in town.

I have been in town every nite saying 

goodbye to every body. Well I guess

I will close now.

Hoping to hear from you soon.

Your Friend

Theresa.

It sounds like she really enjoyed her stay in Hayward. So the next time we hear from her she will be in Chicago.

Well I'm including two more pictures from the scrap book.

 This stretch in Waukesha county was too much even for
a snow automobile, which can be seen in the background. The
road is County Trunk P and shows how the wind drifted the snow
after plowing.

If you have never heard of a snow automobile, it was something they tried to make but it was not working out the way they imagined it would. But we do have snow mobiles.

This is the result of a single 71-mile run by a locomotive from

Marinette, Wis., to Iron Mountain Mich. This picture was made

at Bayley Junction. Mich., where the train arrived nearly on time.

There are still a lot more pictures from that winter. Some I may not be able to scan because they are a little on the big side and my copier can not make them look very good. But I'll do my best to try every thing I can to let you see as many things from the book.

Well that's about it for now. 

Till next time.

Your Friend,

Sandy

Kathryn Shirley Clary; Chicago, Sept. 5, 1919

Dear Friends,
How are you? I could be warmer. This letter is the first one from Kathryn.

In case it's hard for you to read here is what it says:

Dear Friend,
I suppose you think I'm a dandy for not writing
and thanking you for the good time I had at
your home & also for the pictures. But I've
been very busy. Would you mind sending me another set,
please. I've lost half the others already. Do you hear
from Theresa very often. Gosh I couldn't

camp up there on a farm it's too dead. I don't
see how people can live on them. How
is your mother, father & Tom & Elmer, and
of course yourself? Do you pick black berries up
there much? Well I guess I'll close now.
Regards to all.
Your friend
Kathryn Clary
3818 N. Ashland Ave.
Chicago, Illinois
Please answer.

I think I got it right. I think she was asking about picking black berries. It makes sense.
I've been trying to figure out who Elmer is. I asked my Dad and he's not sure. It could be one of his brothers but we are not completely sure.

Here is one of the pictures I think is of Kathryn and Theresa.

 I did manage to find a few more. I will include one with each letter where they mention pictures.

Well, I'm including a couple more pictures from the scrap book.

 It looks like the snow problems happened in 1936. I just wonder how long they were "imprisoned".

Maybe all police officers today should carry thermometers with them.


Well that's it for now.
Regards to all.
Your friend,
Sandy

Theresa Lambert: Hayward, Aug.14, 1919; Plus pictures from the scrape book

Dear friends,
How are you? I'm fine. I've got another letter for you to read. It's not a real long one but it shows more of a girl starting to open up with life.

Just in case it's hard to read I have typed it up.

Dear friend,

I received your letter and pictures.

I think the pictures are dandy.

I bet it was awful to carry an old schoolmate in her coufin.

We picked blackberries today. Gee whiz that's all we do is

pick berries. I went to a dance Friday and Saturday and I am

to go to another this Saturday. I am enjoying my vacation

much better than I did at first. I have an engagement for every night

and afternoon. Well I guess

I will have to close for this time. With best regards

to you and the rest of the family.

Your friend,

Theresa 

I'm thinking she meant coffin. I wonder who it was that died. It's kind of sad that I may never know who this girl was to grandpa and why he had to carry her coffin.

As for the pictures I think I found a few more that are the ones she is talking about. I'll post them soon, when I'm sure I have found most or all of them.

I've also decided to include a couple of pictures from the scrape book. With people complaining about snow and acting like it's never happened before I picked two that I thought just might make you shake your head.

This one shows men shoveling a path for the snow plow.

The bottom one is showing an ice field on lake Michigan.

You might have to click on them to get a better look. I'm not sure exactly what year this was but I'm guessing it's a round the middle of the 1930's. I do have more from this bad winter but I thought I'd start with these two for now.

I will close for now till next time,

Your friend,

Sandy

Theresa Lambert; Hayward July 21 1919

Dear Friends,
How are you? I'm fine. I was trying to figure out how to start showing you the letters. The best way I could think of was by woman and the oldest post mark.
The oldest post mark is 1919. There were two girls that were on again, off again friends. So what I plan on doing is to follow these two woman by post marks. You will see a story unfold with Grandpa hearing both sides.
They are Theresa Billy Lambert and Kathryn Shirley Clary. They are from Chicago but must have had family in Hayward as that is were the first letter is postmarked.
I think they were about 16 when they started writing to Grandpa. So without further ado, the first letter.

If it is hard to read here is what it says;

Dear Friend,

I think the pictures are fine. They couldn't be better. 

I have given Kathryn one of each picture. We are having a good time.

Could not have a better one. We were picking berries yesterday. Gosh but those little blue berries are awfully hard to pick. We picked four quarts any way. We are all drinking milk in place of water. We are all feeling fine and hope to remain that way. 

Hoping you are all well. 

I remain your Friend

Theresa

Well that's the first one. Short and sweet. And just the beginning of something good.

So till next time,

Yours always,

Sandy