Cary T. Grayson to Alice Gertrude Gordon Grayson




Cary Grayson writes of his love to his fiancee Alice Gordon Grayson and his pleasure at her phone call and letter.


Cary T. Grayson Papers, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library, Staunton, Virginia




Darling, my heart turns to you with a love so great that pain follows in its wake. It seems an age since we parted last Monday at the station in Boston. My love, all my happiness is in your hands, and as you love me, guard your precious self from all harm. I was so happy to hear your voice over the telephone yesterday and to-day. You were a perfect dear, to call me, and I want you to know I appreciate it beyond the power of my poor words to tell. I seem to have you on my heart all the day—I was out in the yard with the President after lunch, when I was told that I was wanted on the long distance telephone, and I was thinking about you that very minute. You cannot imagine how happy I was when I found that the message was from Boston—and my heart leaped with joy when I fully realized that it was you—my Sweetheart, calling for me.

I am sorry that the connection was not good to-day—but I knew the President was expecting to go to his office any minute—so I tried another phone in a far distance corner—it was away from every one all right—but not good to hear over, like the one in the President’s office.

I have had an almost irresistable desire to telephone you several times, but obeyed your request not to.

I loved your little message on your visiting card which I read on the train before getting out of the sight of the Boston Station. You were a dear to write me on the new stationary—I love the paper and every word you wrote. You have the gift of writing a wonderful letter. I like them more & more. Darling you are the very best in every particular, and I know absolutely that I am an excellent judge in this case.

Please write me your address, telephone too, at Pittsfield—all about your plans—when you go to Washington—time of departure from there for Wyoming etc—etc.

It looks as if the President might remain here ten days or more—this is subject to change, however. I must see you again before you leave for the West.

There is so much I want to tell you in this letter—but will put it in my next, as you do not want this one to be too large and bulky at West Newton—besides it is now after eleven o’clock. I miss Miss Edith—Her address is #10 Park Place, Geneva, NY
c/o. Mr. HL Rose— Miss Bones is at York Harbor, Maine for the mouth of August. It doesn’t seem like the same place without them.

I have seen Miss Shipman twice since my return—dined with them last night. Told them that I had seen you—that you sent many kind messages etc—That I also visited a number of friends on the North Shore—In fact, I think I seemed very uninterested about you—but I never felt more guilty.

To-morrow I am going to write the letter you wish to Manchester to that “fair Belinda”—and do my best.

Next week, if you will promise not to divulge it to a human soul, I’ll tell you a great secret. No, my Sweetheart, I can’t wait until then. I will tell you right now. So listen and cross your heart that you won’t tell. I love you—love you—love you—and I want you so! That is the secret.

Good—night, Sweetheart—


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Grayson, Cary T. (Cary Travers), 1878-1938, “Cary T. Grayson to Alice Gertrude Gordon Grayson,” 1915 August 5, WWP20853, Cary T. Grayson Papers, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library & Museum, Staunton, Virginia.