Letter, Lady Bird Taylor to Lyndon Johnson, 10/2/1934?

Specific Item Type:

Correspondence

Type:

Text

Format:

Paper

Identifier:

pp-ctjandlbj-letters-ctj-10-2-34

Date:

1934-10-02

Date Note:

Precise date uncertain: extrapolated here by LBJ Library archives staff

Time Period:

Pre-Presidential (Before Nov. 22, 1963)

Transcript:

[October 2, 1934 ?]
Tuesday Nite
My Dearest –
Grrr--I feel like growling. Your letter made me very unhappy. I feel sort of bleak. You seemed so far away, somehow.
If we had a phone I’d call you this minute I think--just to hear your reassuring voice--(or am I optimistic?)--and remind you that I love you.
I loved talking to you Sunday night. How could it have affected us so differently, the same conversation?
But perhaps you have
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forgotten what letter it was and what you said. Anyway it was a very bad letter, young man, quite studiedly casual, and it makes me feel very bad sad! But I love you just the same.
If only we could see each other every now and then perhaps we wouldn’t hurt each other’s feelings…Actual presence would change the tenor--the expression-- of what one says. And all disagreements could (I hope!) be killed as soon as begun, instead of lasting through several letters.
I don’t have the heart to go ov read Welly’s address, even,
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tonight. But I shall tomoro. I enjoyed the clipping you sent! No, dear, you didn’t leave your brown vest here. And I don’t remember when you had it last. I do hope you find it! Mention it if you do.
The pictures came this morning and I shall mail one to Alice and one--I haven’t decided which--to your mother. I’ll pack them quite carefully, Lyndon, so they won’t be bent. Perhaps I shall keep the smaller one but I do like the big one!
Today I have spent hunting up prices and descriptions of picket fences, at lumber yards.
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And how much I’ve found out about lumber!--that it comes in thousand feet, and even numbers are standard lengths and that mules walk around inside the lumber houses carrying sleds-ful , and that cypress makes the best pickets!...I shall soon know how to go about buying anything, from an hydraulic ram to a white elephant.
By the way, dearest, what did I say in my Wednesday letter that gave you evil thoughts? …I forget how I felt which day, so I can’t remember what it was.
My darling, please don’t be so--whatever it was--in your letters, anymore. You sound like you thought I didn’t care about you at all. In fact, you sound silly! Because I--o well I do . So goodnite. All my love Bird