Monday, Sept. 24, 1934
Just now received your joy-giving, tardy, but nevertheless joyous letter and can hardly contain myself. Judas priest! Why don’t you write more often? You would if you only knew how much I needed contact with you. Your last letter before this one is dated the 15th, that means one letter a week. Do you realize what is going to happen? I’ll die of malnutrition, so please feed me more and more I implore you.
That’s too bad about Leo’s health. I can’t understand how a fellow like him can be afflicted with biliousness. If he dissipated and was careless about his diet, then it would be natural, but of all people suffering of this sickness, Leo should be the last. I hope by the time you receive this note he will be back in good health. By the way, what’s news with Gert + Mae? Are they living with you? I haven’t heard from you about them in a long time.
I was in to see Palmer Friday last and I received the usual story. Please see to it that Leo writes him a good stiff letter, so that the next Friday I see him I can get some results.
I’ll tell you the answer to the riddle Sunday morning because I don’t want anything to interfere with my kisses that make my life worthwhile. That’s all I expect to do Sunday is to make love to you with all the ardor that I’m capable of. We’ll go to a hotel so that we won’t suffer any interference. Oh for those moments. I’m trembling with joy at just the thought of it. Sometimes I think I’m going insane. Since I saw you last, I can hardly think of anything else but you. If I could only cry maybe I’d get some relief, but it seems as though something way down deep in me is going to burst. We simply have to evolve a plan where we can always and forever be to-gether. I’m sure it’s not an impossibility. No matter who comes up from Washington with you to N.Y. we are going to be all alone.
Yesterday I spent the day out in the mountains. A more beautiful day one could not wish for. And this is just the time of the year when nature shows the splendor of her artcraft. I wandered way up the top of the mountain and there I sat until it grew dark. I was pleading with you.
Last Saturday Norman Thomas spoke in Troy near the city hall. He was here speaking in the interest (so he says) of the striking textile workers. I couldn’t get down to hear him because it was in the afternoon. But Patsy Clifford and Sam were there and he certainly felt their presence during the question period. When he learned that these two were S.L.P. wasps, he ignored, evaded and what have you. According to reports I received about the meeting Thomas found Troy a hot spot. To-night the section hold an outdoor meeting at the usual place. In my next letter to you I’ll give you the high spots if there are any.
All my folks are very much interest in you welfare and all wish to be remembered. We may move on Third St. between Ferry and Division St., in Block’s house. Negotiations are now in progress. You’ll hear more about this also. Well I’m going to cease and give you a chance to talk, so the moment you finish reading this letter, write me and then I’ll ditto, so that the time will fly until I have you in my arms.
P.S. Regards to all.
Editor’s Notes: Izzy and Thelma are still separated by a few states but the angst around that separation seems slightly eased. Thelma’s last letter must have been thrilling *winky face* but she didn’t guess the riddle that was posed last week. A reader provided us with the missing piece, March is “in like a lion, out like a lamb”. Izzy is overwhelmed with his love for Thelma and his desire to be together forever.
Norman Mattoon Thomas was a leader in the Socialist Party, running for President six times. He wanted to fervently distance the party from Communist Russia and was most revered with the “old guard” Socialists. Izzy’s hesitation about Thomas’ allegiances and Patsy & Sam’s questioning were due to the fact that they were part of the younger “new guard” who demanded revolution.
NYPL has a collection of Norman Thomas’ papers. – http://archives.nypl.org/mss/2975
Unfortunately, this is when the letters cease for some time. Fortunately, it’s for a joyous reason. On October 5, 1934, less than 2 weeks after this letter, Izzy and Thelma are married!
The letters are not yet over, they will be separated for days and weeks at a time, but they are mostly together living their lives in tandem in Troy. Thelma kept all of Izzy’s letters so stay tuned for more but I think it’s safe to say that it is the end of the courtship.