Jan 15 - 12
Dear Mother –
I arrived safely at 5:55 this morning, went up and down the main street a couple of times and decided to take a room in this Hotel. I am surely homesick for you and dad and the sweet sister and brothers.
One of the fellows here in the Bryant office took me out to see a married sister of his this evening and I have arranged to take a room in her house, eating one meal there (breakfast) each day, at 1.50 per wk. I have not arranged about the other meals, but as the mills are so far out of town the fellow who got me the room has offered to let me take meals at his home at noon and in the evening. I don’t know how much he will ask for this and will have to find out later.
The room is dandy as it is in a new house, with heat, which it seems very few of the houses up here have, and I also can use the bath which has hot and cold water.
The weather is rather cold up here. The snow is pretty deep and all of the vehicles up here are on runners and not on wheels. This looks rather queer to me.
Mother, darling you do not know how it really hurt me to leave you and the rest of the family, even tho I did look cheerful all of the time. I could cry right now but somehow I have forgotten how to do it. It surely is lonesome, but I will have to stick it out for a while, any way –
Tell Horace I am using his blotter and that I found a picture of “Nig” in my suit case.
I couldn’t sleep last night because I kept thinking that the train was taking me farther and farther away from my dear home. This hotel is very near the railroad and I can hear the trains whistle and it makes me think that I am in Oakley, because you know these same trains go through Oakley –
Now, don’t worry about anything in reference to me mother, dear, as you know it will always remain perfectly the same. Some dear girl up on Zumstein Avenue has an awful lot of faith in me and she is always going to remain that way if I have anything to do with it. Please don’t mind this rotten pen, you see it belongs to the hotel.
Give my love to all and when you write address the letter c/o Bryant Paper Co
Your loving son
Wersel, Victor to Wersel, Laura Louise RIchards from personal collection of Mary Strubbe, Cincinnati, Ohio.