July 12, 1934
It’s 9:30 P.M. I just got home from work. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and to-night real hard bull work getting ready for a July Sale. To-morrow night and Saturday night until 9:00 P.M. more hard work but somehow I don’t mind it any more. It affords me the opportunity to forget your absence. At first I thought time would heal my malady but as time passes, I only feel —-!
There’s an excursion July 22, 1934 from Troy to N.Y. Please let me know by return mail if there is an excursion from Washington to N.Y.C. on that same day, and whether you can make that excursion? I can hardly wait.
Last Monday night Arran Orange spoke here, and we held a marvelous meeting, a good size crowd (considering the fact that we got no publicity) and plenty of questions, which is a sure sign of increased interest. After the meeting Araan came down to the house. He told me that he and Gloria are to be married. He sure is “nuts” about her. He couldn’t understand why I let you get away from me. He says “S.L.P. marriage or none”.
Bill is doing fine with the class, most of the pupils are coming and he has 3 prospective pupils for September. There’s one thing he has if nothing else, and that is (super) push. It amounts to high pressure salesmanship. I took those snap shots but every one was spoiled. Sunday I’m going to take more pictures this time I’ll be more careful.
Everyone here is in fine condition. My mother and father are anxious to hear about your welfare everytime I come out to Grafton. Bill + Ann, yes and even Arnold want to know all about you.
Tell me, how do you really like Washington? Do you expect to stay there? In answering these questions tell me what you really think and don’t spare my feelings. I don’t think I can ever feel worse than the day you left, so go the limit.
How are prospects for business for your Dad? And work for Marion? I received a letter from Leo yesterday. Tell Leo I’ll answer him Sunday, when I get out Grafton.
It’s been terribly warm here, so that I have no desire to practice or to read any books. All I’m doing in my spare time now is thinking of you, reading the People and daily newspaper. In your next letter, write me about Sam + Celia, Gert + Mae, Milton and maybe a little about Esther, make it very little.
I’m going to sign off now. Too tired to collect my thoughts. I just read this letter myself and it sounds forced. I shouldn’t send it, but I figure, a forced letter is better than no letter, au revoir.
P.S. Plenty of regards to all
Editor’s Notes: Izzy describes this letter as sounding forced. He replies to her letters and tells of his days and, perhaps out of a feeling of obligation, does not crow too much on his misery without her. However, he does implore her to tell him her thoughts on staying in Washington, he wants to know if there is hope of her return. At least NYC is between them and excursion trains could have them meeting there on occasion.
Araan Orange is actually Aaron Orange who ran for Vice President on the Socialist Labor Party ticket with John Aiken in 1940. It must have been an honor for Izzy to have him at the SLP meeting and to actually visit Izzy’s home afterwards. I would think local news outlets may be hesitant to advertise SLP meetings for worry of association and this leads to low publicity, but there was a good turnout nonetheless.