Cary T. Grayson to Alice Gertrude Gordon Grayson




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




Dear, dear Gertrude,

This epistle was commenced this afternoon at the White House, but was interrupted in less than three minuts from the beginning, but I clung to the stationery, so here I am unmolested at the hour of eleven thirty, night.

This afternoon Helen Woodrow and I had a delightful walk out through Rock Creek Park. You occupied most of our conversation and you fared excellently. I was going for a gallop on Kelly, but on my visit to see the President I found Miss Helen rather blue and not looking well, and deserted. Miss Margaret out horseback riding with Davies—The President feeling indisposed; he and Miss Edith went for a motor ride. So, I persuaded Miss Helen to go for a walk—and the outing and exercise did her much good. I wished so for you, dear, for I wanted you, as I do, always, and I feel sure it was an occasion and a day that would have been to your liking. Sweetheart, these days I find myself wishing for you all the time—and I shall be so happy for the arrival of the day when we will not be separated, anymore. There is much love stored up in my old heart that I am yearning to pour out to you, my darling. There is more in store for you than you can realize, my precious—and I fell feel more confident every day that I am going to make you more happy than you anticipate. Would that you could feel, right now, the warmth of the beats of my heart for my precious one. Gertrude, dear, I need you, I want you, I love. I feel that no one could give you the same devoted, unselfish love and happiness, I can;—and while, you may think me in an egotistic vein, I never felt so confident and hopeful for our future as I do now. We are already on the road to happiness and the going is to be better every day from now—onward—I am hoping, to-night, that you arrived in West Newton safely—that your visit will be pleasant. To-night I dined with the Henry Cleveland Perkins—There were about sixteen present. I was seated between a Miss Stevens and Mrs. Fairbanks. After dinner Mrs. Perkins said that she was anxious to meet you. I wish you could have heard the sentiments she expressed for Yours Truly. They are rapidly coming true.

From there I went to see Miss Freeman and Mrs. Buckingham—had fifteen minuts with them before the clock struck eleven. Told them about the trip, but they wanted to hear about you, and to tell the real truth, I wanted to talk about you, darling. It is needless to say that they fell in love with you on first sight, while I felt absolutely sure of it, nevertheless, it made me feel even more happy to hear them speak out so enthusiastically about my precious darling.

This morning, my telephone rang, a voice that I had not heard for fourteen years said, “Cary! do you know who this is.” I immediately recognised her. It was Miss Sallie Milhado of Sewanee, Tennessee. Perhaps, you remember hearing me speak of her as, Miss Sallie. I boarded with her. She is a wonder. Her head is as white as snow, and she is as spry as one twenty five. She is completely “bluffed” about me—always has been. I wish so you could see her, a unique character—and there is no parallel to her—She embraced me and wept. That was the form of our greeting. And immediately wanted to know all about Gertrude. I am sure the conversation of other days would have amused you. She touched, what seems to me now—some very pathetic spots in my young life in those days, when she recalled the times she used to rule my head and love to talk to me, and—well, I will tell you about it some day, if you wish.

This is letter is far from complete—but I must stop now, dear; but another follows to-morrow. Regards to all I should send to in the Converse family. Remember, sweetheart, how much love is yours, and, is stored up, waiting for you from your


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Grayson, Cary T. (Cary Travers), 1878-1938, “Cary T. Grayson to Alice Gertrude Gordon Grayson,” 1916 February 5, WWP20949, Cary T. Grayson Papers, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library & Museum, Staunton, Virginia.