Peculiar Heart of Mine


    1925 October 7:  (Gladys, writing from Pecan Gap, Texas) 

Dearest Mama & Daddy,

    Yesterday was the first real school day, and I dared not write to you then because I was never so despondent in my life.  I’d willingly give it all up—if I could have kept it a secret & gone somewhere way off.

    But today I’m not feeling that way.  I got along well both days, but yesterday I couldn’t get my 9th Grade History [class] interested & I just felt as if it was too big for me.

    Mrs. Cother is so good to us.  She is spoiling us to death.  Last night she brought us in some creamed potatoes, chili sauce and cabbage slaw for supper.  It was the left overs but twas good & just enough for us.  [Gladys was  sharing a room with another teacher.]

    I think the classes all like me real well.  I overheard one boy say I was the best teacher in school.

    Tell Dean to send my physiology notes as soon as she can—and the drawings too.  I’m needing them mucho.

    I sure do have to study.  More than I’ve ever done before.

    No news especially.  I’ve got to take a bath & study lots so goodbye.

    Got your letter a few minutes ago.


    Tell all the kids hello.  GMG

    Gladys taught three years at Pecan Gap. During the summer of 1926, after the first year, she continued her own education in Denton.

    1926 July 5:  My dearest Clayton [she wrote],  My roommate has gone to the show, so I have no company other than happy memories.  I am so very happy—even tho’ our engagement is not as I had thought it would be, as some thrilling story in a garden, with moonlight—so sudden with unexpected happenings.  I find it so real, so natural, so much more wonderful than any story book dared to be.  So perfectly natural that I hardly feel the change—it seems that is could be no other way.  I love you, and within my heart I feel that you are all I could wish you to be.  I admire you with your perfect gentleman manner—more than ever before—your great consideration, and your pure boyish life.  In every way you have proven that you love me, but no more than I love you.  I know, Clayton, that you will do all you can to make these plans come true, and while I’m doing my part too, the ideal home will be realized step by step until it is perfect, with everything we could wish for—and I don’t mean that it will be made perfect by wealth—but by agreeing and if you ever fail to agree with me, then I’ll agree with you, because we are going to agree and be happy.

photo montage: Life on the Hall place

    Of cou
rse, tonight I’m hearing your words all over again, and I find my memory very accurate, so much so that I’m being thrilled all over again.  I’ve talked very frank to you, Clayton, but I can’t regret that I did, and I hope you never wish I’d left them unsaid.  I feel that no girl should marry unless willing to make some concessions, and how will she know that she will be willing, until she knows what such will be.  Let all the trouble come before, not after; that’s what I wanted to be sure of.

    At last I need no longer trouble my mind about what I want to do, and I know you will miss hearing me say, “Well, (a half hour pause) I—I don’t know.”  Now won’t you really miss that?  You listened to it patiently for a long time though, with just as sweet a smile as if I’d said “yes”—and your love was true through it all.  I want to make up for all the times I’ve made you sad.

    It’s 8:30, and I hope you aren’t so very far from home.  I intended to tell you not to let anybody ride with you, but I was so rushed at the last.  That man acted as if the train was nearly gone, and I was afraid it would start and you’d get hurt.  It didn’t go for several minutes, and I never did realize that I was on the right train till I got to Denton—they told so many things.  What if we had sat there and let that train go on?  I hate to be rushed.

    I am sure that your mother will visit you for me tonight—so you won’t miss m
e so much.  So Clayton I’m really your girl.  Gladys

    Friday, 7 o’clock:  My dearest Clayton, I have so much that I want to say, but hardly know where to begin....

    Although I was almost too tired and sleepy to realize anything last night, I was not unconscious of the fact that I was in your arms, so safe and happy!  I love you so much that I could hardly think of doing anything other than allowing you to care for me.  You know already that I appreciate your kindness to me, and I find that when I’m with you, life is it’s only with thoughts of the time we can be together forever that I enjoy life.                     


    1926 August 1:  Saturday  10 o’clock  My dearest Clayton,

I am in the Dean’s office waiting to talk with him, but he is busy talking with his tenant farmer.  They have been discussing crops of all kinds, and I guess this man is working his farm.

    I can hardly wait to get over and get my letter, for I’m sure I’ll have one.  It’s great of all greatnesses to think that this is Saturday and that it’s only one week and a half till I can be with you.  12 o’clock

    I had just gotten this far when the business ended and now I’m a student of only three subjects.  He wouldn’t let me at all—absolutely against the rule, he said, so I dropped my afternoon class.  I feel glad, for now I can leave for the wedding [of “Beuna and Bill”] sooner.

    I have read your letter and must assure you that I do write every day.  I don’t like for you to be disappointed, but I’m so glad you wrote to me anyway.

    I’ll be glad when you get my letter telling about the wedding, or perhaps you have heard from them, for I am anxious to hear you talk about it.  I have been being excited all along it seems, knowing that we can be together. 

    I think I’ll go to town this evening—must get some white slippers.  Buena says hers are regular tooth pick heels, but I’m not going to get that kind.  Now aren’t you awfully interested in all this?...2 o’clock

    ...I’ve been helping a girl decide what to wear.  She is going on a visit.  Girls have awful times trying to look nice and it’s funny seeing so many worry about clothes.  I guess I’m in that group too, only I don’t happen to be worrying this week end.  This is some more interesting news for you, but you must excuse my letters, because I’m just so much real girl that I can’t help writing like one.

    My roommate wants to see you, and I’m sure you would like her fine.  All boys seem to, and some girls can make such a big success infatuating every boy they meet.  It’s dangerous I guess, but I am willing for you to talk with her.  She even made the shoe man like her just in the buying of some slippers—it isn’t so much personality either—it’s just that she can handle men.  I guess you are glad that I can’t, then you can be “boss” always.  You will let me hold the office with you though, and then there really won’t be a sub-position.... Be sure and tell me your idea about something to start Buena and Bill into life with.  I can’t help believing that you will like what I suggested, but I may be wrong.  I don’t have time to think of anything.

    I had an exam in History this A.M. & will be disappointed if I don’t get A.  Be good. Gladys

    During her second year at Pecan Gap (1927-28), Gladys was Principal of the High School.

    Wednesday Night:  My dearest Sweetheart [Clayton wrote], I was so glad to get your letter to-day.  I was so anxious for a letter. Oh! I am so anxious to see you.  It seems so long since we have had a long talk.  Sweetheart, I have made a compromise, deciding to divide Sunday with Mother & Sweetheart.  So I plan to come over Sunday afternoon.  Surely I can get there by 3 o’clock and stay until 8 or 9.  The girls [Lelia and Vera] insist that I wait a week, then I will probably have a new suit.  But you will be just as glad to see me, won’t you, dear?

    Sweetheart, I am so tired to-night that I can’t write an interesting letter.  So you will understand why I am writing only a note.  Oh! I love you more each day.  Don’t worry about schools.  If you get one convenient, alright, and if you don’t, alright.  We can be happy if we are only together.  I am yours completely.  Clayton


It seems that in this flying race,

Someone’s sure to get your place,

Especially when the School Board’s strength,

Lies in the path of Friendship’s length.

The only thing I see to do

Is just to smile, and say “I’m through,”

And hope that in the next little town,

There’ll be more truth than gossip round.

I guess I’ll travel on toward home,

Never more the Gap to roam,

Just feeling like I faced the end

Without a single, loyal friend.


    She saved the notes her supporters wrote:

Good.  You hit the nail on the head.  G.E.

Tho the clouds be thick and the sunshine thin, I’ll befur you until the end.  Ione H.

So long as stars shine at night, I’ll be for one who is all right.  Babs

I am your friend unto the end.  R.W.

Pecan Gap, Texas  April 19, 1928

Miss Gladys Gregory  City

Dear Miss Gregory:

    The Board of Trustees met with all members present, and have re-elected you, as one of the school faculty for the coming year, position and salary to be determined later.  Kindly advise by 4-30 if you wish to stay with us.  Thanking you in advance, I am

Very Truly Yours, W. W. S. Reid, Secy.

April 21, 1928

Members of the School Board

Pecan Gap, Texas

Dear Sirs:

    Regarding a place in your school faculty for the coming year, I decline any position and salary that you might offer.

    I have enjoyed my work in Pecan Gap, and I hope that in some small way I have helped your community to be better.

    I extend my best wishes for a successful school next year.

    Yours very sincerely, Gladys Gregory

    1928 May 23:  Gladys’ parents, Alvin and Maudie, wrote her separate letters:

    Tues nite. We are at home from the school doings.  Dady is so bothered about you coming on to Bonham so late in the nite, he wanted me to help him to get you to wait till Saturday to go.  Don’t you think it would look better to the folks there?  We can’t come to Bonham or Sherman.  Will meet you in Gainesville.  Dady is about to worry his head off about you.  He thinks it will be 10 or 11 o’clock when the program is over and you get started to Bonham.  It would throw you so late, too late, for you to be out with any Boy.  Hope you will reconsider for I love you.  Mama

    Tuesday Night  Dear Sister,

    We received your letter last night, was sure glad to hear from you.  But I don’t like your arrangements about leaving Pecan Gap a way in the night to make a 45 mile drive.  Now listen, Sister.  Don’t you do that.  It isn’t the right thing to do.  People will talk, and besides I don’t want you to do that at all.  If Clayton can’t stay all night, let [him] go back but don’t you go.  I wish you was coming on home, but that is all right.  You can go to Bonham Sat. morn and stay until Sunday Eve, but start Home in time to get here before dark.  You can write us what time to meet you any time Sunday Eve.  Well, this is all.  Be good.  Bye Bye Dady

    Gladys returned to Denton for the school year 1928-29.  In the spring of ‘29 her roommate wrote:

    Dear Clayton, I have been wanting to see you for a long time and can hardly wait until you come up here.  And as for Gladys—well, I’m sure you already know.  We have had lots of fun this morning cooking dinner, talking, writing letters and trying to keep a bothersome girl out of the room.  Gladys and I won an argument a few days ago.  Pauline, Marietta and [sister] Dean thought we ought to invite all the girls to our banana split party, but Gladys and I didn’t want them, and we had a lot more fun than we would have had if they had been along.  We just don’t much care what they think about us.  In some ways Dean and I are just alike, and in other ways Gladys and I are more alike.  Gladys and I pick out our bunch and won’t have much to do with anyone else.  We are just that kind and can’t help it.

    It is only three weeks until Gladys gets her degree now.  She has already begun to walk on air and by that time we may not be able to keep her on earth.  Clayton, be sure to be prepared because I imagine you will have to chase her down with an airplane, she will be soaring so high.

    I want to compliment you on your good judgment.  You could not have made a better choice.  We all think a lot of Gladys and hate to lose her at the end of this term.  The rest of the girls feel sorry for you, but I don’t.  I think you will get along just fine.  I’ll guarantee you one thing, you will have variety, and life will be interesting.  “Variety is the spice of life.”  Gladys may try to boss you, but just stay right in there and you will win.  Girls like to be bossed a little.  They make out like they want their way all the time, but they like the boy a lot better if he will sit down on them once in a while.  I am quitting a boy now mostly because he was too good to me, and I lost all interest.  I knew that if I said frog he would jump, and it was really boresome.  Gladys helped me write him a letter this morning.

    Dean and I are certainly going to have lots of fun this summer.... If you have any questions you want to ask me, I will be more than glad to answer them.  Gladys might not want me to tell off on her, but I will tell you anything you want to know, if I know it myself.  Sincerely,  Dorothy

    1929 May 29:  At home, Tuesday, 3 o’clock [Gladys wrote]  My dearest sweetheart, It is raining and I know that you wish it would stop.  I heard you say just yesterday that you had enough rain at Mulberry.... Mama has been talking about you ever since you came yesterday.  She thinks you are “good and sweet” too.  I wrote Dean a long letter this morning and told her about home—and about our trip home.  I enjoyed your visit this time more than I ever did before....

    You should see my box of letters now.  It is full as can be.  I have begun already to get my boxes packed up—to go to live with you.... I wish for nothing now except for July to come, but I’m not going to say that often because I have a short time to be here and I’m going to enjoy it fully.  I am so happy!  I really have lots to be happy about.  I know I have.

    July 10:  Tuesday  My only sweetheart, ...I think it’s awful still and warm this afternoon.  I wish it wouldn’t be so hot on July 21st but it may be.  I am so anxious for the time to come, and I hope that you—(and me too) will never, never find things getting old.  I mean, I hope I can always make life & home interesting to you.  That’s what I want to do, and I am sure it’s a worthy thing to wish to do.

    What do Lelia and Vera think about everything now?  Does Lelia like the idea of going on to Denton with you?  It will be her last long drive with you while you are a single man, and I’ll bet she won’t be very happy because she will probably be like Aunt Allie—not like to do things for the last time.

    Now listen!  John [Clarence] can make the drive safe for Vera & Tina and you & Lelia can just go on.  I’ll go by myself on the bus....

    It’s cool now, seems as if it might rain.  It’s thundering and the sun is under the clouds, much more comfortable than it has been.

    I made one of my dresses longer this afternoon.  Did so because it drew up so much when it was washed.... I can hardly wait, because it’s so thrilling to think of having a house all by ourselves and each other.  I wonder if I’ll know what to do and how to act.  We will have to be good since the Ravenna preacher lives so near....

    Are you going to take care of yourself?  If you work too hard you might be ill that week end.  I don’t believe you felt very well Sunday & I’ve been thinking about it a lot.  Do you still want a letter every day?  I guess I’ll have to continue to write even after I get to Ravenna so you can have a letter to read at noon.  Suppose so?

    July 11:  Thursday a.m.  Dearest Sweetheart of mine, When Thursday comes I feel like the week is almost gone.... I am alone with Wanda this A.M.  Mina sent for mama.  I think she gets frightened now and then.... We have a boy about Ray’s age working for us.  He ate dinner here yesterday, but I told Ray not to ask him today.  He can go home—it isn’t very far.

    July 12:  Friday 1:30  Dearest only Sweetheart, Wanda and I rushed over to see our little nephew this A.M., then went to town.  Came back and churned & cooked dinner so we are resting now and it is badly needed.  I never was so tired I don’t think, and I surely do wish that mama could be here, but I’m going to rest lots this afternoon....

    Clayton, Worth is thrilled to death.  You can hardly imagine it, can you?  I have lots to tell you....

    I’m the best car driver you ever did see!  Since your free lessons I’ve done so much better and I’ve gone to town three times now—and I sure like it too.  I think your car is harder to manage than ours—seems like it’s lighter or something...Dad has just come in and wants us to take some tomatoes to the shed, so guess we will go because we sure like to drive.... I love you.  I love you!

    Thursday  9 o’clock  Dearest Sweetheart, ...I was in the middle of trying to cook dinner & iron too when your letter came.  I was extremely glad to get it, and I wonder why you didn’t just tell me to get the invitations when you were here, if you really wanted them.  Really & truly—I hadn’t thought about getting them at all—for several reasons, but now I’m very very glad I did, because it thrills me lots & lots to see the words.  Tell me, what do you think about them?  Are they nice enough?  Well, they had to be, because it was either that or some that touched the sky in price.... As I started home, I rushed in the post office & mailed your family one.  I was not sure about the initials, but suppose they will get it.  I wish if I were going to get them it could have been sooner.  Sweetheart, if you had just told me you wanted them, I would certainly have wanted them too...but you only said “the girls” want us to have them, and I suppose you know how that impressed me.  “My business is to please you” shall always be my motto.

    Just when I need Mama most, she is gone.... I got my shoes.  This is a terrible, awful time to try to buy anything.  Summer is being ended up & they are making fall orders.  So I just had to take what was left.  Saw Ruth.  She is a dear.  I’m crazy about her.  I went by her house for a dress she is letting me copy & since she lives near grandma [Melissa]—well, I just didn’t stop, even tho grandma was on the porch.  If she goes to my—our wedding, I don’t think I’ll go.

    I’ve learned a lesson from Wanda.  The other day she was thinking something that she shouldn’t be, I know, and she said, “Oh my tongue, my tongue wants to say something so bad, but it mustn’t.”  That should be another motto for me.  Great Caesar!  I have oodles of faults, I know, but one thing is sure—you know them.  It’s too late for you to change now, because the invitations are already fixed and will be mailed tomorrow.  They should have been mailed Monday.  Friday is terrible late.

    Sweetheart, I never was so thrilled as I am right now....

    Mama didn’t come home and now I’ve got to get up early in the morning and cook breakfast.  Sure sounds awful, but I guess it will be good practice.  I must go to bed right now.

    Sunday Night  My dearest Sweetheart,  You are home by now and I suppose you have already held your hand over your heart and counted ten, thinking of me all the time.... I think we both feel that this visit was the most happy of all.  I have been reminding the family every 30 minutes since you left that [there is] just one more time for you to leave without me.  It certainly is hurting Mama, but Dad is being different.... I asked them if they wanted you to talk to them.  They sincerely say they think the custom foolish and see no use what-so-ever in it.  Dad said he sees no excuse for making young people go thru such a ceremony with no good coming from it.  He said he had to and it was awful hard to do.  We all understand and are expecting a happy home to be the proof of love.  After you left we milked, Dad did, then we took the pigs feed.  You should have been with us.  I missed you a lot because I was lonesome.... You must let your sisters plan to come [to the wedding].  It will be nice to have some of your people there.  I want them very much.  Let them all come if they want to.

    Sunday afternoon  My dearest Sweetheart,  What is there to say or think except that next Sunday is just a week off.... I wish you had time to answer my letters in detail too, because I want to know your thoughts.  I don’t want to be the only one getting thrilled.  I wish you would write me a long letter this afternoon, but you never do—you always wait until night, then you are tired and don’t write much.

    ...I sent Ray an invitation and he said this A.M. it wouldn’t do for him to go because he would cry, and we went on to talk about it and I’m not just fibbing—tears came to his eyes.... Mama nearly cried all during Sunday School and I felt “kinda” bad, too....

    Clayton, why did you ask if it would interfere if the Dallas cousins come?...

    I wish you would write me a long letter today.  Somehow I’m worried—don’t know much what it is about, but I have an idea.

    Monday A.M.  Yesterday afternoon we went over to see Junior and stayed until late.... Grandma & Annie May were at Worth’s and I was real nice and they were too.  We spoke.

    Last night Dean was very careful to watch the clock & remind me of 10 til 8—8:00 and so on until we were sure it would be over.  I hope it won’t take long....

    ...Next Monday A.M. at 8:00 what will I be doing and where will I be?  I have lots to look forward to and much to be happy about.  How about letting me remind you of the sheets.  You told me to, you know, and what else?  Oh yes! the Kodak, if there is no objection to our using it.  I can take my sheets, only I won’t have much room....  [Gladys enclosed her wording of a letter to “Bro. Garrett,” the minister who was to perform the marriage ceremony, to be written by Clayton.  She added, “I guess this will do.  Change it any way you want to.  Lelia or Vera know more about business letters than I.  Let them see if it’s O.K.”]

    Monday Night  This morning we went to town and each time I make my list of needs smaller and smaller because I buy something each time.  I wish you could see what I bought myself today.

    Came home and Mama and Dean decided (all at once like) to go to Grandma Bugg’s.  I felt tired but went on and went.  We got there and walked in.  The room was full of aunts & cousins & others.  A big Christmas Bell hung above the fireplace & vases were sitting around with flowers in them.  I couldn’t get myself together.  I was totally shocked.  I have never dreamed of such a thing.  Soon, after words of greeting, music began & in came Aunt Dora dressed like a man carrying the [Methodist] Discipline, and then came Frankie the groom (you) and another girl, the bride.  She had her cheeks red as fire—had on all the jewelry she could find & a big bouquet of flowers.  The ceremony was ridiculous.  I promised to do almost everything & anything & so did you.  The ring was carried in on a big red pillow.  Aunt Eula played The Fight is On, and they marched away. 

    Then I was taken into the room where the gifts were.  Oh, we have more pretty things!  Not a large enormous number of people came, but there weren’t many to come.  I hardly knew some of the women.  They were Aunt Allie and Mama’s friends.  Pearl Thomas was the only girl my age there.... Shall I tell you all we got?  Dean had to leave before it hardly started.  She sure hated to.  Well, we now have.... Oh yes! we got something else too, a pair of baby booties, but that won’t do to tell....

    Aunt Dora called me off in the bed room & said she had something to offer me if it wouldn’t make me angry.  They have rebuilt their home & have built in cabinets & shelves in the kitchen & she is offering us her cabinet.  It’s real nice she says—almost good as new if it was varnished.  They have had it quite awhile but it’s had good care & was a good one in the beginning.  I told her we would be happy to have it.  Uncle George talked to me about it today and he thinks it’s grand that they are giving it to us.  We can have the Bread box fixed up new.  Aunt Dora says it needs fixing.  I think it’s O.K.  What do you say?  Uncle George says it’s a nice way to save $35 to $40.

    Sweetheart, why haven’t you written me?  My watch has stopped—it won’t run a bit & I don’t know what is wrong.  Tuesday morning and we are washing....

    Tuesday 10:30 A.M.  The mailman has come but he didn’t bring me a letter from you.  I wanted one so much.  I don’t know what I will do if one doesn’t hurry and come.

    Margo wants me to go with her as she comes thru Gainesville on Sun. A.M.  She says I must not say No.  Sweetheart, I had rather go with you than anybody in the world, and I’ll be so excited and almost impatient on the way because I’ll want to see you so much, but when I suggested that you come by, I didn’t think about it being that Lelia might want you all to herself for those few hours of driving.  Besides, I did the suggesting so I’m calling that plan off.  I’ve never been happy about it because I said it, you didn’t.  So I will be there, I don’t know how.  I rather prefer to go on the bus alone, but I may go with Marguerite.  I expect I shall, because she says it will be our last chance to talk much & it will be.  Don’t think I don’t want to go with you.  I would be so happy to, but you know, don’t you, how it came about?

    Dean didn’t like my slippers.  I took them back & Dean is going to have them send me a few pairs from Denton.  She knows the kind I like.

    I never was so anxious for a letter.... Please write on up to the last day will you....

    Somebody asked me yesterday if you had filed application [for me to teach school] and I said I thought you were planning to real soon.  Oh, there are many questions I could ask....

    I wonder how your family is feeling by now.  Everything is getting to be “last time,” last Tuesday at home as G.G. and so on, but I’m not a bit sad about it.  I think I’m going to be the happiest girl in all the world.  I am sure I will be, and I can hardly wait to see you.  I wonder if you are really thrilled as much as I am.  I just wonder.

    I’m anxious to know what you will say about the “cabinet gift.”  If you don’t like it, I want it anyway because it will be useful.

    Clayton, I’ve written all I knew to say until I hear from you.  I know you are busy, but I love you, and I want a long letter, because here is one for you & let’s stay even.  Gladys

    On some other “Sunday Night,” Gladys had written:

    My dearest Clayton.... I have convinced this peculiar heart of mine that the love that has dealt with me so far has taught me all I know about life, has been understanding, patient, true and sincere—such a love could not be less than mine. 

    The weather was very hot. All that week Clayton helped with hay baling on the farm in Mulberry.

    1929 July 21: (Bonham Daily Favorite on August 1)


    A mid-summer wedding of much interest to their friends of North Texas, was that of Miss Gladys Gregory, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A. T. Gregory of Gainesville and John C. Hall, son of Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Hall of Ravenna which took place Sunday evening at Denton, Texas.

    The Old Colonial Mahon House, one of the many girl’s houses on the campus of the North Texas State Teachers College where the bride spent a year and two summers, while attending the college from which she received her degree this spring was the scene of the wedding.

    Three spacious reception rooms were magically converted into a summer flower garden effect with ferns and flowering plants and a vine covered arch forming improvised altar.

    Mrs. J. E. Jackson of Denton sang “I Love You Truly,” accompanied by Miss Pauline Wilson of Dallas, who played the wedding march and fingered strands of the bridal music during the reading of the vows for which Rev. Charles Garrett officiated.

    The processional was led by little Miss Bettie Joe Bugg, dainty little flower girl dressed in pink, dropping pink rose petals before the bride, who was accompanied by her maid of honor Miss Marguerite Warren of Ardmore, Okla., a classmate at Wesley College.  The groom met the bride at the altar accompanied by his best man, Thomas L. Wren of Sherman, Texas, also a classmate at Wesley College.

    The bride made a radiant figure in her wedding dress of pale blue georgette.  She carried an elaborate bridal bouquet of shell pink sweetheart roses, gypsophiia and lilies of the valley.  Miss Warren was frocked in yellow georgette and carried an arm bouquet of yellow roses.

    The wedding is the culmination of a romance which began on the campus.  Mr. and Mrs. Hall were graduated in 1925.  Mrs. Hall received her Junior College degree from Wesley and taught the following three years before completing her college work at N.T.S.T.C.

    Upon their return from a trip to South Texas, Mr. and Mrs. Hall will live in Ravenna.

    Monday Morning  Dearest Family, We are getting ready to go to breakfast. I forgot to get my smock, mama, and I shall call Dean to bring it out to us as we come by Mrs. Mahans. I don’t want them to know we stayed here but I do want the smock awful much. I’m just beginning to realize how useful it will be.

    Well, how did you like the wedding? I was a little nervous, but Clayton says he wasn’t at all. I believe he was the calmest but I wasn’t at all frightened and I have never been happier in my life. I thought it was the sweetest ever, but of course I would think that.

    Did you see our new car? I can say ours now because he did come.

    Say! I’ll bet I kissed 25 people last night. It was a regular kissing game. I was so glad we stayed because it made people think more of us, put them in contact with us. It wouldn’t have meant half so much to me if I had left even tho’ I did let a few tears come. But thru’ all the weeks I’ve never really cried. I’ve almost several times.

    You should see my ring. It’s beautiful. And weren’t you surprised at Ruth. She just begged me to give it to her.

    Clayton says we will leave Denton at nine o’clock, going to Fort Worth. He says we may get to Waco tonight. At least we want to. He says we may get to Temple only.

    You don’t know how awful happy I am, but there’s plenty love for you all too. I feel fine! Love, Gladys  Wasn’t Betty Jo sweet!


    In a small notebook titled “Honey Moon” Gladys made notations:

    July 21 - Attendants:  T. L. Wren and Margo.  22 - First legal introduction as Mrs. Hall.  It thunders in Waco!  Clayton brought in the bacon & eggs [for supper cooked in tourist park].  23 - Insane asylum at Austin is open.  Clayton wins first argument.  [Arrival in San Antonio] Clayton is forced to eat sandwiches for supper.  24 - Breakfast idea.  Breckenridge Park scenes beautiful.  Alamo brought back a longing to teach History, but Government will do just as well.  Dinner was too big.  Show:  “Pleasure Crazed” given at Majestic was bad for Clayton to see.  He felt discouraged as a result, I think.  Evening meal at Grande Cafe—Subject of conversation—Cows.  25 - “I didn’t mean to start anything” but the morning began just the same.  Catarina bound.  Miles and miles of Moses’ wilderness.  Cotton—cotton—cotton—corn—land—weeds—forest —and a long wide smooth straight road before us.  People really should carry a gun on such trips, but we had a Chevrolet & lots of gas.  Can you imagine anyone going to sleep on such a ride?  I can’t.  We are followed by Mexicans.  Sandstorm—Box blows away & I went for it because Clayton wasn’t equal to the occasion.  Catarina—and Clayton—could I wish for more?  Letter from Mama.  Drive to see the little city.  Twin beds.

    Catarina, Texas. [Clayton writing to Maudie] Our Dear Mother, We were so glad to receive your letter yesterday when we arrived here. Oh! it was the sweetest letter. Gladys cried, and I could hardly understand why she did. But after I read it again, I almost cried too, because it made me feel that you really love me too. I want you to know that I love you too, and your family. Also, you all have been so wonderful to me that it’s quite natural that I do. How I wish you could know how much I love Gladys. She is an angel to me! I love her with all my heart. I have never, never been so happy in my life. Remember I shall live each day to make her happy.

    [Gladys continuing] Dear mama, Will finish Clayton’s letter and tell you he started to cry and couldn’t finish it. Funny, but true. We’ll see you in a few days. I love you so much. Rags

    Thursday Night. Dearest Mama & All, We left San Antonio about 10:30 this A.M. and reached Catarina about 5:30. Catarina! the land of Clayton’s dreams and plans! It’s a beautiful little place, but was made for rich folks, surely!

    Clayton went in the first thing for the mail. Your letter was here, mama. Oh, it was so sweet! I hope you are happy, because we are and it would hurt me a lot for you to be sad about it. He is wonderful to me, and you appreciate it as much as I do, don’t you? I am a long long way from home tonight, but I’m safe. Our room is awful nice, and we are in the Catarina Hotel. It’s keen.

    Lelia said she was going out to see our things but you didn’t mention her doing so. Guess she didn’t. I’m so anxious to get home and have you tell me about the wedding. Just what you thought about it and all. I never was so happy in my life as I was that night, and now, we are just as happy as we thought we would be. Hope you got my letter o.k., and cards too.

    We drive 15 or 20 miles today without ever seeing a house or anything. All was forest just as far as we could see and a long straight road before us. I felt frightened and Clayton got the gun—pistol or what ever it is—out and I was scared more than ever then. As we neared Catarina an awful sand storm came, didn’t last long, was a change and lots of fun.

    Haven’t heard from Dean or Clayton’s family yet. Hope to get a letter soon. Clayton cried because he didn’t get a letter and I cried because I did. But I must be excused because today was my first time to. I couldn’t help it because the letter was so sweet. It just broke my heart because you are so wonderful. I don’t mean I would have you to be any other way, but you know how it is, don’t you?

    Clayton says he isn’t going to stay here but two nights so guess we will star back Sat. afternoon.

    I will write more in the morning because it’s late now. Gladys

    Friday A.M. We are getting ready for breakfast and I will mail this as I go down. It’s 7:30. The week will soon be over.

    Clayton insists that he didn’t cry and desires that I straighten up the fib I told on him. Today we are going to just look around.Catarina and the nearby country. How is Dad? Ray? Wanda? Worth? Mina? Bobbie? I love you all so much. Gladys

    26 - Catarina breakfast.  Ride thru Catarina farms, orange trees.  Sudden change in plans—Preparations made to leave in the afternoon.  Old man says he never laughed or cried in his life.  27 - Mexican Gem—Hot tamales, “Beer.” “Put ‘im to bed, I don’t care.”  28 - Change in plans.  29 - Forgot hat.  Breakfast-supper, eggs-bacon.  30 - Drive to Denton.  Seeing Dean.  Going home.  Feel badly.  31 - Visit to Aunt Dora’s, cabinet inspected.  Leaving home at 2:00, no crying.  Drive pleasant.  Clayton is a good boy to ride with such a bad girl.  Courthouse twilight.  Home again at a different place.  August 1 - Pulling, pealing, canning peaches.  Met Isabelle—talked Spanish.  Clayton put up hay.  Felt badly, worse.  Met Edna, Willie.  2 - Felt badly, worser.  Rested some.  3 - Went to Dr. Gray.  Strong medicine.  Most awful night.  4 - Sunday school.  Good dinner.  Rest in Lelia’s room.  Clayton & I went to Allie’s.  Tires flat.  5 - Wash day.  Clayton and I took Negroes home.  I am blue a little bit because I want a home and a really, seeming like husband all of my own.  “Honey, Sweetheart dear, Precious!”  6 - Made grape jelly. Washed odd pieces.  Washed cars.  Clayton is sweet; we rest & talk a long time at noon.  7 - Watch fixed.  Rings cleaned.  Gift from Lena.  Ice cream.  Can’t get rooms.  8 - Willie’s house?  Visit to Edna’s.  Yellow house.  Home again.  Drive to Bonham.  Rain.  Furniture.  Happiness.

Dearest Family, [Gladys, writing her family in Gainesville]

    We stopped to see Mina and baby and drove steadily until we reached Clayton’s home.  They were surprised to see us.  They are canning peaches today.  Clayton had to go to Paris today to see about a business deal Mr. Hall has pulled.  They can’t do a thing without him, but it won’t be long until they get used to it because they say Clarence is taking the responsibility fast.  The hay isn’t up yet, so don’t know for sure if we will get home this week end.  We will if we can.  Haven’t had time to see about the house yet.  If we get Allie’s house we may just rent rooms until then.

    I like them all fine.  They sure are nice.  Mr. Hall said he thought I was a big girl but I sure wasn’t.

    I’ve met Isabell.

    I must go mail these letters.  Feel fine.  I’ll write more later.  Gladys