Helen Balusik: March 12, 1934; Evanston, Ill.

Dear Friends,
Well, I made it through another week with no drama. How about you?
I am looking forward to the weekend. I just hope Mother Nature will make it a very pleasant one.
Anyway, here is the next letter from Helen:

As always, for those that find it hard to read, here is what I think it says:

                 Saturday Night
                    9 P.M.
Dear Howard:-
    here I come again,
do you mind? Wish I could
take a peek in to your
window tonight to see what
you are doing. I suppose
you are having that party
and here I have to stay
at home.
  You know your letters
are very interesting- but
don't kid me that I am
getting sweeter all the time
for every body knows what
an old crab I am. I go
by streaks in my nature.
I will have an open heart
and send you these two
snapshots of myself- They
aren't good but what can I

expect of myself- they can't draw me
any different then I am- ha ha!-
I will be waiting for yours when
ever you have some on hand.
I thought you had some brilliant
ideas for deserts- now I will know
where to ask for information
about cooking, won't I? I think
men know more about good
foods better then women only
that they don't get as much practice
as the women.
Do you think that I believe that
you had only relatives in your
car going to that birthday party
that Sunday afternoon I know
that wouldn't have been so
enjoyable- What I pictures instead
was some young nice blonds
with their arms around Howard
& singing to beat the band- Now
haven't I guesses right?
A little bird told me you had a
very good heart and very generous
now wasn't that the truth?
I often wish I had a nice sweet
way about myself and not only
think of myself all the time.
  Gee, don't you love the thought
of spring being soon here. I do think
thats such a wonderful season
especially for romance- ha! ha!

Well Howard, perhaps if I had some
one to talk to & amuse me tonight I wouldn't
be so sleepy. Am so glad I am
off tomorrow afternoon then
I can finish your letter
well bye by & be a good
boy.
Sunday P!M.
Am ready to go out now, I couldn't finish
your letter last night was too sleepy.
Now I wish you were all ready with
your car waiting for me in the front
For its a grand day out- wouldn't
that be wonderful? Am going to
church like a good girl & see what else
I can learn in behaving.
              By By till next time
                  Sincerely Helen
(Here is the picture she included.)

She looks like a very nice person to me. How about you?
I wonder what kinds of deserts he suggested to her?
Do you agree with her about men just might be better cooks then women?
Not my husband. I do wish he did, but I would still have to clean up the mess he would make afterward.
I hope he did enjoy the birthday party.
As for Spring being a wonderful time, I do agree. But this year, I think Spring was forgotten. It feels like we went from Winter to Summer. How about where you live?

Here are a couple of stories from Thursday March 19, 1936; From The Milwaukee Journal:

 The first one is just one of the stories about the flood In Johnstown Pa.
Now that must have been a very busy phone.
The second story;
It kind of ends unfinished. Not sure if it was continued somewhere else. I just have the one page from the paper.

Here is a story from the magazine "Fate, November 1950:

 I like this story.
It makes a lot of sense to me. How about you?
But in the world we live in today, this is something that is next to impossible to do.

Well, I figured that since there was a picture included with the letter I wouldn't share another picture.
So, that is it for today.
I hope everyone has a very nice weekend.
Don't forget to drop by again real soon for more Fading History.
Till then.
Your friend,
Sandy

Cousin Walter Walin; Jul 25, 1920 Chicago

Dear Friends,
I hope this letter fines everyone in good health.
I've got for you the first letter from Grandpa's cousin Walter.I'm still trying to figure out his last name but I'm not sure what is, can you? My dad does not know the name.

I'm not sure if it starts with an H or a W. I could use a little help here.
Anyway here is what he had to say for himself.

It can be a little hard to read so this is what I'm pretty sure it says.

                                    Chicago, Ill.
                                    July 24, 1920
Dear Howard:
                 Well hows the
boy now aday. Fine I suppose.
Well I'm feeling pretty good
myself. Meant to write
to you a long time ago
but kept putting it off
until today. I made up
my mind to write. Hows
the old Ford suppose you worn
it out already. Heard R seen
had one too. Well it's a lot
cheaper riding the street cars
here.
   Suppose ma
told your ma that we are
buying a house here.

but don't know when we
can move in.
   What are you doing
now. Working at Mackey
spur yet?
   I worked for the
Western Electric a month and
a half but quit when pa got
the house as you see I
had to help him because he
couldn't find his way around.
   Do you ever hear from
those girls in Chi. If so give
me their addresses I lose
it. One of them live a
about a mile from here
but I don't know just where.
If you hear from them
tell them to call Kildare 5057
& ask for me. I'll take

'em out. Been out with
a couple Jazzy babes since
I came here But not many.
  Well news is pretty scarce
so must close. Write some
time & I'll answer right away
     Your cousin
     Walter
      4648 Warwick Ave.


Well Walter must have recently moved to Chicago. I wonder it he was from around here too.
He said he worked at Western Electric for about a month.

 
I wonder if this is where he worked?
he asked Grandpa if he was still working at Makey Spur. If you want to know what Mackey Spur is, here is a picture.

It was where they brought logs to pilled on to a train. It's not to far from the home place. There is still logging around that area to this day.

I wonder if his jazzy babes looked anything like this.


How about that phone number Kildare 5057?


I wonder if he passed the info on to Theresa or Katheryn.

Here is just a random picture.

This was taken at Drake Studio in Medford, Wis.

Well that's all I have time for now.
Have a great weekend.
Your friend,
Sandy

p.s. My dad says his last name is Walin.