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| Floyd Leslie Thompson is my grandfather. I was named for him. I'm glad I was a girl, as Floyd is a rather flat name. Grandpa signed all his paintings F. Leslie Thompson so it is safe to assume he didn't think Floyd was the sexiest name either. |
Grandpa wrote Grandma a love letter in 1911 before they were married. He was a young man working in Cleveland and though they were both from Chicago, Grandma was in New Mexico.
I had it framed by The Wood Trader in a two-sided frame so that the entire card can be enjoyed.
I'm 57 years old and I still snicker like 5 year old whenever I see the name Fannie! Grandma was actually quite the proper WASP.
I keep a jar of Noxzema just so I can open it and smell her.
I love the comment that Cleveland "is quite boisterous in public. Things are allowed here that would not be tolerated in Chicago."
Chicago must have worked pretty hard to change its' reputation by the 1920s!
Imagine a time before men were glued to the Sports Channels.............
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"Talk about lonesome and getting fits. Why you ought to see me Sunday nights. I just go wild and tear my hair for want of your company." Well Dearies, this is the only love letter I possess. If the house is burning I'd grab it right after yelling to Bill to turn off the TV. |
