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Hamler Ohio 2/8/1912

Dear Sister:

We recd your letter a couple of days ago and was glad to hear from you I was down to Ollies a couple of weeks ago. I got to feeling good and quit taking medicine and I got to feeling bad again. I went to the Dr. And he give the dickens for doing it. I am feeling good again. How are you a feeling and aunt Mollie and uncle Lee. We are having snowy weather here. Billy’s brother is working in the shop he stays at our house Gladys is as mean as ever. Muggins is as mean to and is growing every day. I would like to come to Lima but can’t. Ma. Dorothy and Morris is coming down pretty soon. Mrs. Shank come put near dying the other night with heart trouble. Paul and Dorothy went a sleigh riding last night.

W.H. Palmer Dealer in Meats of All Kind Sausage, Bologna, Etc. Hamler, Ohio April 1912

Dear Sister.

I am feeling better today am sitting. The doctor injects medicine in my arm twice a week. I suppose you got home all right, all the rest is well. We have got 13 duck eggs. Ma chickens are all laying. Billie and Gladys are going to Tiffin the first of May. Alice Shutzer has a little girl baby. We are having nice weather but it has been cold. How are Aunt Mollie and Uncle Lee. Si Rayle left Blanche and she don't know where he is she is going to give the little children away. We are looking for Harry and Ethel Sunday. Mrs. Shutzer has been sick. I got a letter from Ollie this week.

Blanche Stickel R.R. 1 Box 6.A. E. Toledo Ohio

Findlay August 31, 1874

Mr. G.B. Plattner

Please pay to bearer Mr. E.M. Jones the sum of $3.05 and charge to me or my account.

(Looks like) C. ? F. Goadman,

August The 16th 1876

One pay after date I promise to pay E.M. Jones or barer the some Site dollars for value received.

"Ichabod Crane"

Ichabod Crane has not a long name, but if you should see him you would think the same, he is so tall, he can’t walk through a ten foot hall, Poor Ichabod Crane had Katrina on the brain, But when brome Bones came he nearly went insane. To think he could not wed this rich country lass. But ne’er came the day for Katrina was taken away, Poor Ichabod Crane has been sighing all the day.

Ruth Hartzog Age of eleven in 1903

My Book-Your Book In my "book of Memory," Today I’ve noted thee; I hope you’ll use the other one Dear friend, to jot down me.

From: Mr. Chas. G. Henry Lonely World(7)

My Dear Gladys. (Gladys Jones) (Letter is undated) But the stationary is Hotel Secor Toledo,OH

Do you remember of me telling you that of times burning moments of loneliness, I find pleasure in writing to someone, and as I am blue and discourages now I am going to write to you.

Of course I fully realize that the things I shall write about belong to a lover of dreams and for several reasons shall never be realized, but. For all that, to me, these dreams are my life, my religion during my many moments of emptiness, such moments as now.

Every man and boy, sometime and somewhere has a sweetheart, if not in reality, then one born out of a dream, and I, I once had a sweetheart though she is only a memory now, and her name too, was Gladys. So can you wonder much, when I say in writing to you another Gladys, it brings back memories of long ago which make me sad and lonely and if you can understand this, I am sure that you will forgive me for the current of badness I am unable to keep out of this letter.

You are not my sweetheart, (I have none) and cannot be for several reasons, of which one of many, is, your own hatred for the male species in general, but now and while I am writing this letter, my imagination makes you my sweetheart regardless your intense hatred for my sex, but after it is finished and sent to you, I shall forget you until I am overtaken by these "damnable blues" again, and then once more my imagination will make you my sweetheart." My god’s woman in a world of love". But between times I shall utterly and absolutely forget you.

I said "Damnable Blues" and the blues in themselves are worse than damnable, but the dreams and memories that accompany them are like the after breezes of a blown out storm-soft caressing and restful,-and though amidst a teeming and noisy world they also mark that moment as an oasis on the miserly scorched desert of life, - I am in an oasis now. But Tomorrow, Tonight I shall again be staggering along, unconsciously, carelessly, looking for something I know I will never find, an oasis that will last forever. Where flowers bloom in never-ending splendor, where a kissing breeze moans and sighs through the shady foliage in accompaniment to the warbling of birds. Which punctuates the tranquil silence with the melodies of paradise, - where soft beams of a silver moon shall dance in the laugning eyes of my (Realized) dream sweetheart as she looks bravely with me, on the pathways of life, - where I can look upon a life; from life and from love, and know that it is god’s greatest gift, where all days before death shall each be a separate and individual preamble to the love and happiness that shall be through all the ages of eternity, yes, now while you are reading this I will have forgotten you and shall be searching for that, that is not for me, at that is, it will never be realized, so I dream am happy and contented.

King, in addressing you in the letter wherein he gave you his well intended advise, wrote, "My old friend Gladys" I believe that there was a time that such an expression from him would have failed to express the true relationship between you, so then why did he write it? Literally they mean just what they say, no more no less but a sweetheart reading such words from a lover could, and in most cases would resolve them into their primitive elements that is to go back to the time when you were friends. Words of Experienced Wisdom.

As a lover he could not offer this advise, as a friend he could. As a sweetheart you would not listen to him, as an old friend you must. But the real sweetheart would philosophize. "My" that means possessive someone owns something; "old" means long ago or something aged: "Friend" in this particular case is the infancy to love, and "Gladys" is simply the object of the emotions that these first three words embrace.

That is one of my answers to my own questions to you, "Then why did he write it" maybe mind you I say "Maybe" it was that he could not find proper words to express his real reasons under those circumstances but be that as it may and to come to the point, I addressed this letter to "My Dear Gladys" which is both fitting and proper. But unlike the Expression used by King you cannot make anything else out of it but just "My Dear Gladys" for "Gladys" (Yourself) is my friend, and as a friend she (You) is dear to me. So if it was that king wrote "My Old Friend Gladys" because he could find no other words suitable for the occasion does not mean that I could not, for if you were really and sure to God my little pal, then I am just as sure that I could express myself as well as I should.

Can you remember one evening the same evening that I walked along up town with you, while sitting in front of sisters that I started to tell you, how I would like to get back to nature, be married, and live in the solitude of the mountains. Before in this letter I spoke of spending my days in hunting for an oasis in the deserts of like, and now I will add that if I ever do find it I am sure it will be somewhere where the modern hands of science have not reached out to efface the wonders of nature. And where the music of ten thousand years ago caused by running and swirling waters, is reechoed today by the same whirlpools and waterfalls, where the tall and stately forests breathe stories of many, many past years of storm and battle by the raging elements, where fire flies twinkle over glade and dell, and the melancholy of the turtle dove as he calls to his mate, where we (who) can sit on the bank of a drooning brooklet and watch the thousand mingling hues of a setting sun and listen to the ceaseless croaking of the frog sand the singing of the katydids. Where the baying of the hunting hound shall be thrown from valley to mountain tops on atmosphere that is perfumed by natures decomposition, until its moaning echo sounding far, far away comes racing back across the valleys like the cry of a wayward soul, and where the cries and shouts of my children shall not only ring upon the mountain side but in the remotest chambers of my heart. Driving out the loneliness that fills it now, and where a home is not only founded upon the necessity of a livelihood but also upon---but what is the use, in writing I lose sight of the fact that I unfortunately belong to the sex that you fain would trod upon, so I may as well stop now and keep on searching for the thing I have not found, -Life-

I feel that I shall never write again to you, nor ever see you again so maybe it will be best if I never mail this to you, for already I have had the pleasure of writing it, and if I do not mail it, it will not be the first one I have written you and destroyed. But if you do receive this wont you after finishing with it, destroy and forget about it, burn it and burn it and forget its contents, but try to think of me at least once a year, at this time of year, for it is the time I love best, the fall.

Right now I can stop and listen to the twilight noises of call, and to my fancies each little sound brings a message of love, and in long and dreary years to come, when your brow is wrinkled and the silver streaks your hair, and your youth of today belongs to your long ago yesterdays you will sometimes think of me, and in the chilly autumn when the dying flutter and fall upon my lonely mountain grave, you will listen to the croaking of the frogs as I am listening to them now, and from them you will learn that I found the thing I searched through life for, for it will have been them that sang me into it and eternal sleep.

Good Bye.

Lima, Ohio May 12, 1907

Dear Relatives of the dearest of Kin. I want to tell you of how sick I have been. I have got it in the neck where the bottle got the cork, but I cannot dig it out with a ten tined for I have been so awful sick for a whole week past, if much longer I must suffer I feel sure I cannot last. although I was so very sick I didn’t miss my work for never in our history has a jonesi’er known to shirk, I have had the tonsillitis but the Dr. Have not had my head and back did ache with pain and my throat was very bad. I started with pen ink this letter for to write. If for each word I'll dip my pen I would take till morning light. I could not stay up in my room but the porch instead. I’ll finish up in verse & rhyme unless by time I am defeated. Today we have had company, Edith, Anna, George and Irene Long. Not all together but if together put would be enough to make a throng. After the first three had left Irene could no longer stay. She asked us very pleasant like if we could go with her away. We went; we had a jolly time we laughed and nearly had a fit. Ethel and I on our way home some boys made quite a hit. The sun is sinking low, the day is almost gone: If time in poetry is spent I’ll soon be left alone. Well, Gladys I can’t think of rhymes fast enough so I write. (Missing last word) Written on Lima Oh Stationary with photos of Lima area.

Hamler Ohio 4/29/1919 Sister Gladys

I suppose that you will be surprised to hear from me but after hearing what I think was bad news I thought it was my duty to write you a few lines hoping that it will do some good. The bad news that I refer to is that Maxine is being forced to become a Catholic.

Gladys do you know what that means?. Have you ever studied the ways of the Catholic church and compared them with the teachings of Christ? Do you know that there is hardly one thing that they do that is consistent with the teachings of the bible? Do you know that Bachelor priests are when found out the worst "Leeches" in the world. It has been proven by a couple of late priests.

Do you realize that 90% of the members of the Catholic church are Dagoes, Mexicans, Pollocks, Spaniards and other trash of the earth? Gladys do you know that the Romish Church is bitterly opposed to the very school that you graduated from? Aren’t you proud of that school and the many other good public schools that we have all (? Word) the united States and yes the Catholics claims that they are a deturment and they would not send their children to one of our schools unless they had to do it.

Do you know that the Catholics claim that unless you are married by a priest that you are never legally married and that your children are illegally born? Now you see what they think of you, Maxine and myself yet they would drag her in their damnable. Not church but institution. Gladys if you would have studied the bible and the Catholic church as I have nearly all my life you would say the same. The proofs in the bible and also in history. Maxine isn’t quite 7 years, yet can’t you realize Gladys with the talents that you have that she is to tender in years to realize what it means. It is certainly all wrong. I do sincerely hope that you will se it in the same light before it is to late. Hopie, that is Mamies little girl is studying a catechism by a priest by the name of Haccachen, I suppose that Maxine used the same one. They as to no chapter do they question. Can the priest forgive sins? Answer. Yes. Question? Who gave the priest power to forgive sins? Answer God.

1st Timothy 5th verse says. "For there is one God and one mediator between God and men the man Christ Jesus" Here is the Catholic faith going against the Bible. As it does in hundreds of places, putting popes cardinals bishops and priest as a mediator between men putting themselves in the place of Christ against his word. Could you Gladys believe this slush yet they have got the nerve to teach if to little baby's like Maxine. Don’t you see Gladys that there scheme is to get them in their church and learn them that rot while they are baby's because it would be so much harder to make them believe that stuff when they got old enough to know their own mind. Gladys I can’t begin to tell you a beginning of this mischievous Octopus by writing but I surely like to have a talk with you on this subject Gladys. I have always thought well of you and have stayed by you in your trouble with Willie. I have time for it all. I have always loved Maxine although I don’t claim that I ever did much for her simple because I haven't been with her much. Now Gladys I am going to ask you to do something for God sake and for Maxines sake. Have Maxine come to you once before this thing goes through. She is to young can’t you see Gladys what a crime it is. If she was old enough to realize it wouldn’t be quite so bad but Gladys please don’t let this happen. Gladys now get busy and push yourself on the C.L. See what it is what it has always been and remember that 95% of the saloon keepers are Catholics and that go to church every Sunday, get down on their knees and mock God, they nearly all do the same thing and yet they think they are the chosen people of God. Now Gladys I don’t think that you want Maxine to belong to a church with the saloon keeper, the Dago etc. Think it over Gladys. Well Gladys I have said enough although the half has not been told. Will close. I am well hope you are the same.

Best Wishes, Hope to hear from you soon. Good by.

Your Brother, John Palmer.

Pots Wisdom Gladys (pages incredibly faded, lots of guess work)

1) Tim Dolan and his wife one night were drinking on the crayture when something started up a fight, and they went at it right on tight, accordin to their nature.

2) O’grady and myself stood near, expecting bloody murder. Says he to me: "let’s interfere." But I pretended not to hear, moved off a little further.

3) Have off, ye brute, says he to Tim; "no man would strike a lady" but both the Dolans turned on him and in a whist the two of them were wallopin O’grady.

4) That night when I was home, in bed remembering this token, I took the notion in my head that the wisest word I ever said was the one that wasn’t spoken.

5, 6, 7 and 8 are missing

9) But most are many of mary here and many a stitch set wrong and many a row to be sadly ripped are the whole is far and strong.

10) Here are long plain (spaces) without a break that in life are hard to bear; and many a weary tear is dropped as we fashion the heel with care.

11) But the saddest happiest times is that we count, and yet would shun when we hear (The kinds of) of thread and says our work is done.

12) The children came to say goodnight with tears in their light young eyes while in grandmas lap, with broken thread (The finished) stocking ties.

Bill verses go (The bill ? Before their wed The joy in lovers laughter but with our marriage words are said it’s mostly Bill their after.

Enos Jones (He was a barber) (Difficult transcription)

It was in a city not far from this spot where a barber did open a nug little shop he was silent and sad but his family were happy that he pulled every body around out of the streets.

One horid bad custom he thought he would stop that no one for credit would call at his shop so he bought him a razor full of notches and rust to shave the poor devils that came in for trust.

Once a poor Irishman was passing on his way who’s beard had been growing many a day he looked at the barber and put down his head will ye trist me a shave for the true love of god.

Walk in says the barber sit down on that chair and i’l soon mow Jones beard off till down to a hair so the lather be spread over daddies bad chin and with his trust razor to have did begin.

(The next verse is to hard to transcribe, but basically the barbor botched the job and compared the shave to being shaved by a saw.)

Now have of with your trust and dont shave any more and then he bolted right out of the door saying ye ma lather and shave all your friends with that stick but by gabers ide sooner be shaven with a brick.

A few days after that Pat ws passing the door when a jackass did let up a terrible rore ah murder says daddy just listen to the shave hes giving some poor man, a love of god shave.

Jones Recipe for soap

Take one gallon soft water and as soon as it boils just add four the white german soup using it shaved up fine. Add two by glober salts one table spoon full of spirits harts harts how boil together five minutes then set it down by the fire take a pint of the hot fluid pour it into a bowl take as much vermillion as will lay on a penny mist. Well together pour your soap and coloring in a vessel to cool, cut in bars to suit or roll in ball just as you can please.

Your Sincere humble (curn) trimble until seath????