Edith Bolling Wilson to Woodrow Wilson
Title
Edith Bolling Wilson to Woodrow Wilson
Creator
Wilson, Edith Bolling Galt, 1872-1961
Identifier
WWP14894
Date
1915 September 6
Source
Edith Bolling Wilson Collection, Library of Congress, Washington, District of Columbia
Language
English
Text
Monday-
Dear, My Lord-
How I long to come to you instead of writing - for words and paper and ink can never express what is in my heart - I want to put both arms ?round you and kiss your eyes and whisper all my love - and tell you how I am sharing this new anxiety that I have been reading of in the papers this morning ? Some way last night I felt you were worried - and I was here at my desk writing to those forlorn ones in Panama - when I felt I must go to you - I mean go where I could see the house and if there were still lights in the study - I telephoned Bertha to know if she would like to go for a ride - and got the "Perambulator" and rode straight down where I could see your windows - It was ten thirty - and everything was lighted - and seemed alert.
Oh! My precious Woodrow how I wished I were "Peter Ibettson" or some such psychic person - and could make you feel my nearness. I told Bertha nothing except that I preferred to ride round the street and just back of the White House instead of the Potomac drive because it was growing late.Don?t worry Sweetness any more than you can help - I know it will all come right just as the Arabic affair did that seemed so much more hopeless - I am coming to tea this afternoon - and we will find a minute to look into each others hearts-
Do you remember the little picture you gave me that was sent you in Cornish? It is framed - with a little printed expression from the "Saturday gossip" of you as the man of the century - Well I just could not help hanging it up - and I have it right by my bed by the side of one of father and mother - and it gives me the sweetest sense of protection - and nearness to you -Then I have also boldly put one of your real pictures here in the living room - on the music rest of the piano - Isn't it jolly you are President - and I can appear to strangers just as a patriotic person - and to myself as an adoring worshiper of my precious One. Oh! by the way - will you dearest send your picture to Annie Litchfield.
I think right now it would lighten the gloom for her more than anything in the world - and I will so appreciate it - If you don?t mind putting your name on it or something she would be doubly pleased - but don't bother about it if you have no pictures available - I will write the address and you can get Hoover to see to it for you.
Dear, My Lord-
How I long to come to you instead of writing - for words and paper and ink can never express what is in my heart - I want to put both arms ?round you and kiss your eyes and whisper all my love - and tell you how I am sharing this new anxiety that I have been reading of in the papers this morning ? Some way last night I felt you were worried - and I was here at my desk writing to those forlorn ones in Panama - when I felt I must go to you - I mean go where I could see the house and if there were still lights in the study - I telephoned Bertha to know if she would like to go for a ride - and got the "Perambulator" and rode straight down where I could see your windows - It was ten thirty - and everything was lighted - and seemed alert.
Oh! My precious Woodrow how I wished I were "Peter Ibettson" or some such psychic person - and could make you feel my nearness. I told Bertha nothing except that I preferred to ride round the street and just back of the White House instead of the Potomac drive because it was growing late.Don?t worry Sweetness any more than you can help - I know it will all come right just as the Arabic affair did that seemed so much more hopeless - I am coming to tea this afternoon - and we will find a minute to look into each others hearts-
Do you remember the little picture you gave me that was sent you in Cornish? It is framed - with a little printed expression from the "Saturday gossip" of you as the man of the century - Well I just could not help hanging it up - and I have it right by my bed by the side of one of father and mother - and it gives me the sweetest sense of protection - and nearness to you -Then I have also boldly put one of your real pictures here in the living room - on the music rest of the piano - Isn't it jolly you are President - and I can appear to strangers just as a patriotic person - and to myself as an adoring worshiper of my precious One. Oh! by the way - will you dearest send your picture to Annie Litchfield.
I think right now it would lighten the gloom for her more than anything in the world - and I will so appreciate it - If you don?t mind putting your name on it or something she would be doubly pleased - but don't bother about it if you have no pictures available - I will write the address and you can get Hoover to see to it for you.
Original Format
Letter
To
Wilson, Woodrow, 1856-1924
Files
Collection
Citation
Wilson, Edith Bolling Galt, 1872-1961, “Edith Bolling Wilson to Woodrow Wilson,” 1915 September 6, WWP14894, Edith Bolling Wilson Letters, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library & Museum, Staunton, Virginia.