Letter to Etta
Wednesday
Dearest Etta,
I didn't know anything to write, since we've been together so much lately,
only that it rained last night.
How's you fat, mine is pretty poely this morning.
Say, I'm sending you my latest poems don;t want you to let anyone read "ROY"
except Mavis. Tell her she can copy them all and It will save me
writing them all over hear. And tell her to send me some more of her's
that I'll write her the last of the week. You can tell her about all
I know and that wouldn't interest her.
Well, I'll be going dous when ever. I'll see you unless you come.
Wish I could go to school one day, but they don't want visitors on the trucks.
Write me and come cause I'm pretty lonesome.
Geneva
Geneva E. Ryals
©~1936
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