As usual, Dave looks for work and is able to land a job for the time being. He and Ruth make plans for him to visit the coming weekend. Harold left his sons with Ruth and Jennie, bringing the number of kids on the farm up to six! As Grace recovers from her illness, the girls, Lydia and Eleanor, get shuffled around from Jennie to Glenn, to Eva in Gouverneur. Glenn Jr. gets dropped off later with Jennie and Ruth.
August 25, 1936
Middleburg, N.Y.
Hello Honey,
I thought for a while this letter would be written on scraps of paper but I finally located a couple more sheets of this paper. Looks like I’ll have to spend a dime pretty soon.
I was glad to get your nice letter today, hon. I like them when they are written at different times like that. So my honey is doing a little canning. Every little bit helps, dear, and we may need it all before the winter is over. If I can ever get two cents ahead, I want to send it to you so you will have it to get cans and whatever you need. I had to borrow two dollars off Mom tonight for gas and oil. That’s how low I am right now. I’ll be glad when we get together so I can hand it all over to you.
Lydia told me tonight that six quarts of our berries have spoiled. Don’t we have the luck? She felt bad about it but I told her there was no reason why she should.
I haven’t seen anything of Lynn since you went back but he could have gone by a dozen times. Lydia had a letter from Tiny today and she saw him go thru Catskill one day. She would.
If Bill is going to get a license, it looks as though he is going to continue sailing doesn’t it. Maybe it is alright but I should think he ought to stay home. He never will realize how bad Mother was because he wasn’t there to see for himself. You have certainly done a wonderful job, dear, and I hope nothing happens to upset it now. Mom was telling me Sunday what a brave girl she thought you were. She said when you kissed her goodbye she could see the tears in your eyes and you turned right around and smiled. I guess she likes you a lot, honey, but then everyone does for that matter.
I know just how lonesome you feel Sundays, dear. I feel the same way even if I am with a crowd. I guess we can’t get over our Sunday habit.
What do you mean by feeling sorry for me when you get crabby? I’ve never yet seen you when you were anything but sweet.
You were a smart girl to get up so early Monday morning. I didn’t do so well for myself this morning. Mom didn’t call me and I didn’t wake up until ten minutes of seven. I was at work five minutes after.
I don’t know the name of the woman I am working for yet. It is some kind of mixture between Spamomi and Socany. They are Italians but she seems quite nice. She told me what was to be done the first day and then said I was boss and do it the way I wanted and to never mind her. LaVere came up Monday morning and got a job, too. She called him a close mouth for not telling her he was my brother. She also happens to be a nurse. A fact of which she reminded me about steen times the first day. I finally said, “That’s nothing, so is my wife”. Since then she hasn’t mentioned it.
Fran stopped there on his way back from M. this afternoon. He went to Jefferson and got a job on the school. Goes to work tomorrow morning. I am going with him to see what I can do but haven’t much hope. I can go back where I have been though if I don’t get on.
“I have lots of room left here so I’ll have to add a big P.S. to fill it.” Dave Coffin, Aug 25, 1936
I have one brake on the car that needs attention bad. It squeals and locks every time I use it. I think maybe the lining is worn out and it is riding on the band. I’ve been looking for a place to spend some money anyway.
Well, dearest, I guess I have related all the latest happenings so I’ll go me to bed. I hope you have heard favorably from Grace by now. It is funny they didn’t write.
I see I have lots of room left here so I’ll have to add a big P.S. to fill it.
Goodnight, dear girl.
Always your husband,
Dave
P.S. I love you.
P.S. I love you.
August 25, 1936
Adams Center, N.Y.
My Very Own Husband,
We just finished supper and I have the girls washing dishes so I’ll try and write to my honey boy. Don’t be surprised if this letter has a lot of static in it because the girls are trying to sing out in the kitchen.
So you don’t think Florence was very nice to Ben. I don’t know why she continues to be with him if he gets on her nerves so much. She certainly needs someone to tell her where to go or maybe a good sock in the jaw would do her more good. I guess we are pretty lucky that we get along so famously. I sincerely hope if I ever start getting like Florence, someone bops me.
I’m glad you have some work even though it isn’t steady. Maybe you will hit something after a while. Fran must have been disappointed about his job.
I received your card yesterday and would have written a letter last night but I had too much on my mind and I couldn’t.
I had a great big washing to do and one of Harold’s so it took me most of the day. In the afternoon I had to take Mom to Adams. When we got home she showed me her ankle and it was swollen. I thought maybe it was because she had been on her feet too much. It looked like there were a lot of broken veins or something. Janie came up and said it looked like an artery that busted in her mother’s neck just before she died. I commenced to get worried and made Mom go to bed and keep her foot up. I was awfully tired and nervous anyway and of course we had had Harold’s two boys here besides the four kids already here. Seems like the kids never were more exasperating. I finally got so worried that I went down and told Harold to go and call the Dr. Janie told him how it was and he said if she hadn’t injured it, it was probably a broken artery. He said if it was and he could see her last night, he might be able to save her leg. I was awfully scared and told Janie to have him come down. By the time he got here, her leg was nearly back to normal. He said it was caused by being on her feet. He said he was pretty scared knowing what shape her arteries are in. I felt better after he left. He told Mom that pain in her shoulder comes from her heart and he doesn’t want her to do anything to bring it on. Her blood pressure is 195, the same as it was when she first went to see him.
This is the first day we have heard from Grace unless we called them. They say Grace is better and Niles has gone back to work but she isn’t out of danger yet. The operation she has to have is quite serious. She has to have an ovary removed which has bothered her for several years.
Janie came up this afternoon and when she saw the basket of ironing I had to do, she asked me to bring it down to her house. She used her electric ironer and I used her flat iron so we got it all finished.
Dr. Alden had a lot of fun kidding me. He gets a big kick out of telling me about the six kids I’m going to have. I think I’ll send my husband up to sock him in the nose the next time you come up.
I guess we are going to Gouverneur tomorrow. When we go through Watertown I’m going to put fifteen dollars in the bank. I have four dollars in dimes, five for my birthday and six out of the horse. I will have four dollars left by the time I pay $1.50 for my watch and buy two dozen cans. I’ll be broke and happy again.
If something happens that you can’t pay the rest on the studio couch this month, let me know and I’ll take it out of the bank so we won’t have to pay the carrying charges. The payment is due about September 12th I think and all the papers are at Sprague’s. I think you have done very well to pay so many debts considering the amount of work you have had.
Things do look a little difficult now and then don’t they, dearest, but we will make out somehow. It helps a lot to know we both look at it the same way. We will always have our love to fall back on, darling. I know you are always doing your best and whether we are together this winter or not, it won’t be because you haven’t done your best. I’m not sorry we were married unless it causes you a lot of worry. As far as I am concerned knowing what I do now, if I had to do over again, I would get married even quicker.
Well, Sweetheart, I have to go me to bed.
Good night, Scooper.
All my love and kisses to the best hubby on earth.
Yours always,
Ruth
August 26, 1936
Middleburg, N.Y.
My Very Own Wife,
This has been a busy day. It is 8:15 now and this is the first I have sat down to rest.
I went to Jefferson this morning with Fran but didn’t get on. The Super told me he would need more men in a few days and if I could get a card, he would put me on. There was nothing more I could do so I started hitchhiking back. I thought at first it was going to be all hike though. I must have walked nearly five miles before I got a ride and that was only the second car that passed me. He brought me to M. and there I found Mike just ready to go home so I was back here at 11:30. I had a glass of milk and a banana and went to Schoharie. I talked them into giving me a card there so if I am called, I’ll be ready. I was back here in time to go to work at one o’clock.1
Fran didn’t go back by here until seven-thirty. He worked an hour and a half overtime and just as he pulled in the yard here he had a flat tire. The second one of the day. We had one going up in the morning. I helped him fix it and he just left for home a few minutes ago. I guess he is more tired than I am.
There isn’t much more to say, honey, but I thought I would write this much anyway and finish it tomorrow night after your letter comes.
How I miss you, darling. I would give anything to have you here where I could cuddle you in my arms for the night. Of course I don’t know anything about what work I will have, but if it is at all possible, I’ll try and come up next weekend unless I am working so I can’t. I know I won’t be able to stand it any longer than that. I would do it this weekend but the finances are too low and I want to pay the balance on the studio couch.
Well, honey, I’ll go me to bed now and try and imagine you are in my arms.
Goodnight, dear. Love and kisses from a lonesome husband to his lonesome wife.
“Me”
Thursday evening.
It was great to read your letter this noon, dear. When I know one is coming I just count the hours until it gets here. The only trouble is each one makes me want to see you that much more. We have got to be together somehow this winter, dear, even if we have to live here. Even the thought of going without you drives me just about crazy. It wouldn’t even be possible to come up and see you as much as I do now on account of the roads. It is going to be hard to wait even until next weekend to see you, dear. I know I won’t wait longer than that even if I can only stay a day.
I’ll bet you had a scare over that swollen leg. It even seemed to me that I couldn’t read fast enough to find out what happened. I’m glad it wasn’t what you thought.
That was nice of Janie to help you with the ironing, but I don’t think it is right that you should have to do someone else’s work. Who is going to do it when you are not there? I hope she doesn’t expect Mother to do it.
If you were here now, I think I would pick a quarrel with you. I told you that money was not to put in the bank and I still wish that you would use it for yourself. Putting it in the bank is almost like giving it back to me.
1930 Stutz
I’ll pay the balance of the couch the first of this week if I get paid. I haven’t heard anything about it yet but I’ll ask them Saturday night if they don’t offer it. Her husband came up from the city. He took me to M. with him to show him where the lumber yard was. He drives a big Stutz. What a wagon that is. They must have money to run a car like that.2
There isn’t anything new to write about only to tell you again how glad I am that you are my very own wife. It is great to hear you say you are glad you married me. I guess I know it anyway, but it is so nice to have you say it. I guess I’ll never understand this love business. It can make me feel so happy and lonesome, too, all in the same minute. I could write pages I guess telling you how much I love you and still I wouldn’t have it all down. I’ve got to see you soon, honey, or I’ll go crazy. I think of you all through the day when I am working.
Mrs. ________ asked LaVere yesterday if you could swear and he said no. Then she asked me and I said a little when you got mad. She said she had never seen a real nurse yet that couldn’t swear when the occasion arose.
You should have seen the outfit LaVere had on tonight. Brown pants, dark purple shirt, bright yellow tie and light brown sweater. I told him all he needed was the black face.
Well, sweetheart, I guess I’ve reached the end so here goes your hubby to bed.
Love and kisses to my darling wife,
“Me”
August 27, 1936
Hello Sweet,
I’ll attempt to answer your letter if I can keep collected that long. Seems like it is almost impossible for me to write lately. The kids always seem to be making noise and I don’t seem to be able to write anything that even resembles a letter. Every night I try to write a letter I am nearly a nervous wreck before I can get them to bed. I don’t suppose they are any worse than other kids but I guess I was never cut out to be “a woman in the shoe”.
We went to Gouverneur yesterday as we planned. I deposited the fifteen dollars and got my watch.
I made out pretty good with the chiseling yesterday. Eva gave me two quarts of dill pickles and a pint of maple syrup. She also gave me a dust pan, bottle opener and three of the holders. Not so bad for one day. I didn’t make any purchases this time, only a kitchen waste basket that matches the can set Eva got me.
I felt bad about losing the berries but it was no one’s fault I guess.
We took Lydia and Eleanor over to Glenn’s this afternoon so it isn’t quite so noisy here tonight but bad enough.
We had cards from Grace and Niles both yesterday. Grace said she wasn’t coming very good and said she had a chill the night before she wrote the card. Doesn’t look very encouraging yet.
Mom isn’t acting so well again. I suppose the worry about Grace and what they are going to do doesn’t help her much. It seems like she just gets to feeling a little better and something new comes along to upset her again. She feels that she should be doing things for them and of course she isn’t able. I told her today she ought to be satisfied that she is as well as she is and not to expect to do for other people, but of course it is a lifelong habit. I don’t feel as though I can do any more, much as I would like to help Grace.
Oh yes, I nearly forgot to tell you that I got two dime savers at the bank yesterday, one for me and the other for my husband. They aren’t as good as the one I had but they will answer the purpose. When they are full we can take them back and get new ones.
Hermann wasn’t quite so mouthy yesterday. Maybe it has finally dawned on him that everybody doesn’t think he is smart.
By the way, that Bob that has been working in the station with Hermann is going back to college so they have to have a new man in there. I was asking Eva about it and she said it would be nice if you could get the job. It pays $17 per week. Not very much to be sure but a lot better than nothing. Hermann said he thought you had to put in a personal application. If you would be interested, you could write to Hermann and ask about it. He might have some influence in getting you in. If you don’t think it is anything you would care for, just skip the above.
Better be careful with the car if one brake locks and for goodness sakes get it fixed soon. It sounds pretty dangerous to me and I’m afraid I would lose my mind if anything happened to you.
Gee, the nights sure are getting chilly even in this balmy climate. Guess I’ll hit the hay before I have a chill.
Good night, my darling, and don’t forget, I’m always loving my boy.
Dave and Ruth,
July 1936
Always yours,
Ruth
Friday 8:25 a.m.
I am sending you one of the pictures Eva took that morning before you left for home. You can keep it for me so I can put it in my book. Eva says we look rather tough in the other pictures.3
I have oodles of work to do as usual, so I had better sign off and get to work.
So long until Sunday, “Scooper”.
Love,
Ruth
August 28, 1936
Middleburg, N.Y.
My Darling Wife,
How do you like the new stationery? I even bought myself a pad today but left it out in the car and I am too lazy to go and get it. However, I guess this will answer the purpose as I am only going to write a few lines, just enough in fact to tell you that I love you. I just decided if I didn’t write and tell you about it tonight, you wouldn’t know about it until next Tuesday. Wouldn’t that be just too bad if you had to wait that long to find out if your hubby loves you? I do, honey, and I’m counting the days until next Friday night when I hope to be on my way up there. I may have to wait until Saturday night but I’m trying to kid myself into thinking I won’t have to work Saturday.
Speaking of work, that is the only other piece of news I have. I am going to work on the school in Jefferson tomorrow morning. Maybe by the time you get this I’ll be off from it though. If all that Fran says is true, he is a pretty tough guy to work for and as you know when I go on a job like that as a carpenter it is just a bluff. If I can get by with it, all well and good, but if he keeps too close tabs on me, I may come home before the day is out. Fran told about one guy who went on as a mason this morning and lasted three quarters of an hour. I hope I can do a little better than that, but I’m rather skeptical about it so don’t spend all of next week’s pay until I get it. The rate of pay is seven dollars for eight hours, no more than forty hours a week, or 130 hours in a month. However, I’m not worrying about that because I’ll be lucky if I get in a week. In fact to be honest about it, I’m just a wee bit scared. I wish you were here to bolster me up a little.
Well, darling, I guess that is all there is to tell so I’ll try and get me a night’s sleep. It is raining now so I may not even get the chance to try out tomorrow.
Goodnight, my love.
Love and kisses to the best little wife in the world,
Dave
P.S. I got my pay on the other job tonight and sent a M.O. to Monkey Wards so we are square with the world. All I owe now is a million and one thanks to my wife for all she has done for me.
More love and kisses from me to you.
August 29, 1936
Middleburg, N.Y.
Hello My Darling Wife,
Here it is Saturday night and I’m saying to myself that one week from tonight I’ll be holding my darling wife close in my arms again. Seven long days to happiness.
Well, honey, your hubby made seven dollars today and didn’t get fired yet so I’ll have a chance at one more day at least. Tuesday is the first of the month and the other carpenters who had all their time in come back then. Maybe I’ll get laid off then if the work isn’t too plentiful. Fran didn’t lie any when he said he was a son of a gun to work for. He has been right on top of us all day and can he yell. I got in a couple of tight places but I lasted the day out anyway. A job like that is some different from a private job. This afternoon I have been laying sound-proof gypsum flooring. Something I had never heard of or seen before. Fran and I both wondered what the stuff was when we saw it this noon. We soon found out anyway.
When do Grace’s kids go back, hon? I’ll bet it must be a regular madhouse there sometimes with so many around.
I’ll say you made out pretty good up to Eva’s. Some little chiseler I’ve got.
I really don’t know what to say about the job with Hermann. Of course I would be interested in it if there was any chance of advancement in it, but I wouldn’t know how to go about writing him a letter. He might think I was asking him to help me too much or he might have his own ideas about wanting someone more experienced. It suppose it will be too late if I wait until next weekend and try and see him.
I haven’t had the car fixed yet but it is nothing serious to worry about. It only does it once in a while when the car is nearly to a dead stop and you are just touching the brake. I left it at the garage today but they didn’t get around to it. If I can get enough money out of this job, I’ll have it all tuned up. It’s getting so it doesn’t run like she used to.
Well, sweetheart, guess I’ll climb in bed and read for a while. Maybe I can get sleepy that way and sleep until a decent hour in the morning.
I love you, darling, and can hardly wait to take you in my arms again.
Goodnight, my sweet wife.
A million hugs and kisses from
“Me” to you
Sunday evening.
One more day gone, sweetheart, that leaves six. Today didn’t seem as long as most Sundays, I don’t know why. I went down to P.H. about noon and a little later Jo and Ralph came. They brought two chickens and 116 clams and we had a clam steam. I’m not so crazy over them but Fran and Ralph sure do like them. Ralph was so full he could hardly move for an hour. When he did get limbered up we went out and played horseshoes on Howard’s good lawn. It got so dark we used the car lights to finish the last game.
I guess that is about all the happenings of the day. I had several things in mind I was going to write about but they have all escaped me now.
Oh yes, I nearly forgot to tell you I squandered ten dollars for a pair of overalls Saturday night. He only had one pair in the store and they were about twelve sizes too large so I was in great need of my wife and her sewing machine. However, I took them down to Lula and she cut enough out of the seat to make a pair for Leslie so they aren’t quite so bad now.
By the way, speaking of Leslie, isn’t it about time my wife developed another case of headaches? I hate to think of your having to be so sick, dear, but we would probably both be a lot more sick if our method of prevention fails right now.
I also got me a brand new haircut, some oil for the car and a tankful of gas so I am about broke again until Friday or until I get laid off if I shouldn’t last that long.
“Old Man Sunshine” has been on the warpath for a couple of days lately. He is working where he can get plenty of liquid refreshments so he is in quite a mood by the time he gets home.
I can’t seem to think of anything more, darling. I hope Mother is feeling better this week. Tell her I’m coming up to check up on her and I don’t want to find her sick again.
I love you every minute, honey, and I’m so happy that you are my wife I almost forget to feel lonesome sometimes.
Goodnight, my angel darling.
All my love and kisses to you.
Yours forever and ever,
Dave
August 30, 1936
Adams Center, N.Y.
Hello Darling,
Here goes to answer the lovely letter I received from my sweet husband yesterday. Gee, Honey, your letters have more love making in now than they did before we were married and here you are an old married man of almost two months. You said that when we were married, there wouldn’t be anything to write about and your letters are even bigger and better than ever. Our love certainly is wonderful, dear, and the best part of it is we are both crazy about each other.
Well it is 4:35 Sunday and as usual this has been another lonesome day that seems to be endless. I sure am looking forward to next weekend but it seems an awful long time to wait to see my darling boy.
Lydia, I guess, intends to come up and stay a couple weeks before long. Maybe she will come up with you next week. However, if you should be working where Fran is, wouldn’t it be taking a chance to live out of the county or wouldn’t it make any difference?
This forenoon I made another dozen glasses of grape jelly. Just by way of killing a little time. This afternoon I wrote to Mrs. Hewitt and Loretta.
We had a short letter from Grace yesterday. She says she isn’t improving very fast. Janie had a card from Mrs. Rogers and she says she is coming good.
Kent, Ethel, Glenn and Dot have gone to Gouverneur today. They brought the girls over and left them. They also left young Glenn here.
I guess they are going to the fair next week and will take the girls home then. Niles’ sister is going to stay with them until Grace is able to do her work.
Friday and Saturday I spent cleaning the house. I have all the curtains washed and ironed from upstairs. I had seven pairs to do. At least I won’t have to do that later this fall.
Gee, honey, I’m sorry you feel as you do about me putting the money you gave me in the bank. I thought I explained to you that I didn’t need anything right now, but I will use it when I think of something I really want. Isn’t that o.k., hon?
8:00 p.m.
Harold and his boys are here and we just listened to the Amateur Hour. It was good for a change. This is the first time I have heard it since the Sunday night you were here. The radio is working pretty good now. I have expected it to stop all summer. It will probably quit this winter just about when we need it most.
We had a letter from June. She said they had brought the girls up but didn’t dare make any calls as they were afraid Lynn would get a call. He has to be on hand for his call or he get an unasked for vacation. He was scheduled to go out 45 minutes after they got back. They stopped in Preston Hollow on their way home but there wasn’t anyone at home.
I am anxious to know if you get work where Fran is. Seems like it would be too good to be true if you got something permanent or don’t you expect it to be?
We don’t know any more about when Bill will be home, but Mom sort of expects him the first day of the month. It will depend on where the boat is. He probably won’t be here much as it takes about two days to try the examination. I don’t know whether it is for the best or not. Mom says she doesn’t expect me to stay home another summer or even the rest of the year if I don’t want to. She says if he goes away next year and she isn’t able to do her own work, he will have to hire someone to help her. I think there are few people who realize just what condition Mom is in yet. It takes very little to make her go all to pieces. Some nights she doesn’t get more than four hours sleep. Even those nerve tablets don’t help much. I suppose worry over Grace has been a big setback for her.
Well, “Bunny Duck,” I must go me to bed and have some “shut eye”.
Good night, my sweet.
Love and kisses to my hubby.
Yours always,
“Me”
Monday morning 8:30
Haven’t been up long and haven’t had breakfast yet. Intended to wash but it is raining so have given up the idea.
Have to eat me some breakfast.
I love you, Honey.
Ruth
August 31, 1936
Adams Center, N.Y.
Hello Hon,
Received your letter this morning and I sure was pleased to get it. So you love me do you, sweet? I already knew it but it is very, very nice to hear it often from you. I love you, too, Honey boy.
So you succeeded in getting on the job with Fran. I can hardly wait until tomorrow morning when your letter comes and I will know how you made out the first day. As far as work goes, I don’t worry much about you not making out o.k. I know you work awfully hard no matter where you are. I guess I have enough confidence in you so I would think you could build the school by yourself. Anyway, I know you will make out alright. It is about time something a little encouraging turned up for my hubby. Nope, I didn’t get your first week’s pay spent yet but I guess I have it deposited in the bank already.
It makes me feel good to know that we haven’t any debts in the world. I think you have done very well this summer. We haven’t a whole lot to start with but what we have is all ours and that means a lot. At least we haven’t a lot of debts to look forward to and I hope we can somehow keep clear of them for the most part. Once in a while when we get to feeling sorry for ourselves, we should stop to think how much better off we are than a lot of people.
I don’t know if Bill is coming home or not. He wrote and asked Mom to advise him what to do. She wrote back and told him to use his own judgment. If he comes home for a week, it will cost him at least $50 and he isn’t even sure he can get as good a job back as he has now. Personally I don’t think he should go sailing at all another year, but I have told him all I ever will.
I think Mom appreciates my staying with her this summer, but I don’t believe she can even realize what it means to me to be so far away from you and not see you any more often than I do. I guess you are the only one who can understand what it means to me.
I sure am anxious for Friday night to come. Seems like ages since I last saw “my very own husband”. Maybe I won’t let you go back again. Will you be working Labor Day? The kids have just two more days of vacation. I don’t know if I am glad they will be in school or not.
Gee, I thought for a while I would have to keep this letter and answer tomorrow’s letter with it. There was only one envelope. I finally found another one so I guess we are all set.
Well I have me another sinus headache tonight. I guess you know what that means or I hope it does anyway.
Tuesday morning 8:00
Well since I didn’t wash yesterday, I have it to do today. Anyway it isn’t very big this week and Joyce is here to help besides.
So long until tonight. Oodles of love and kisses.
Yours,
Ruth
Footnotes
- This “card” may have been to show that Dave was a member of the W.P.A. (Works Progress Administration), which he and his father joined earlier in the year in March. Social Security Numbers were created as a result of the Social Security Act in August 1935. The challenge afterward was to set up infrastructure to assign all US workers an identification number for the purpose of tracking earnings and for administering benefits under the Social Security Program. The first SSN card was not issued until November 1936. For more history on this topic, follow the links here and here.
- Stutz Motor Company was based in Indianapolis, IN, and was in production from 1911-1935. They built high-end sports and luxury cars. The company’s ownership changed hands multiple times, some of whom engaged in stock manipulation, which ended up being distastrous such that the company was de-listed from the stock market, went bankrupt, and was liquidated by 1937. It was later revived in 1971 by Virgil Exner, again producing limited high end luxury vehicles popular among celebrities such as Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, Evel Kneivel, and so on. Production ended in 1995. Click here to read more about Stutz.
- We don’t know if this photo is the one that was sent with this letter. It was taken in July 1936, so the date would be about right.
These continue to be very interesting. They always were a shining example to my parents of living debt-free.
Thanks again!