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Conger Reynolds correspondence, April-December 1919

1919-09-07 Conger Reynolds to John and Emily Reynolds Page 2

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to get along on the salary we pay him. His chateau is simply a house he rents out in the country, and it costs less than an apartment in town would.  His finances seem to have gone bad.  I don't know whether he has spent all his patrimony or whether it is simply tied up so he can't.  I hope it's the latter. Relations between us have not been too pleasant the last three months owing to the fact that I have had to be his boss.  He hasn't played quite fair to me in some instances and he thinks I haven't favored him as much as I should.  This business of being responsible and of having to be taskmaster for a staff is a pretty heavy load at times.  Almer is a good fellow to play with but not a good fellow to depend on for hard work.  But please don't say anything about that to any of our mutual friends. What happens is wholly between us. 
One thing Dee and I miss over here is the chance for good solid, substantial friends.  The Americans we get acquainted with are too often frivolous or even unwholesome -- too worldly wise.  We cherish good and holy things ourselves and we prefer people who are the same sort.  Sometimes I think they're mighty rare outside my own family and a few of my old friends. 
Dee is sending you from time to time bundles of our paper.  Do you get them?  And does any of the stuff in them interest you?  I hope you'll notice our Pershing Edition, which we were rather proud of.  I wrote an editorial for it, the first I have written in a long time, and got together most of the other special stuff.  Incidentally, Dee and I went down to the station the Sunday he left and saw the old boy go.  Afterward we felt as if we were in a foreign city. It was as if the last American soldier had left -- in feeling, not in actuality, because there are still many soldiers here. 
This is a long letter for me nowadays.  It will show you that I do think of you and love you heaps, my dears.  Your youngest daughter does too.  She isn't here to say it, so I say it for her.  We often wish you could come in on us.  We are wonderfully happy, folks.  Every day we get more deeply in love. 
Both of us send you our best love in heaps and heaps,
Yours,
Conger.

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2 to get along on the salary we pay him. His chateau is simply a house he rents out in the country, and it costs less than an apartment in town would. His finances seem to have gone bad. I don't know whether he has spent all his patrimony or whether it is simply tied up so he can't. I hope it's the latter. Relations between us have not been too pleasant the last three months owing to the fact that I have had to be his boss. He hasn't played quite fair to me in some instances and he thinks I haven't favored him as much as I should. This business of being responsible and of having to be taskmaster for a staff is a pretty heavy load at times. Almer is a good fellow to play with but not a good fellow to depend on for hard work. But please don't say anything about that to any of our mutual friends. What happens is wholly between us. One thing Dee and I miss over here is the chance for good solid, substantial friends. The Americans we get acquainted with are too often frivolous or even unwholesome -- too worldly wise. We cherish good and holy things ourselves and we prefer people who are the same sort. Sometimes I think they're mighty rare outside my own family and a few of my old friends. Dee is sending you from time to time bundles of our paper. Do you get them? And does any of the stuff in them interest you? I hope you'll notice our Pershing Edition, which we were rather proud of. I wrote an editorial for it, the first I have written in a long time, and got together most of the other special stuff. Incidentally, Dee and I went down to the station the Sunday he left and saw the old boy go. Afterward we felt as if we were in a foreign city. It was as if the last American soldier had left -- in feeling, not in actuality, because there are still many soldiers here. This is a long letter for me nowadays. It will show you that I do think of you and love you heaps, my dears. Your youngest daughter does too. She isn't here to say it, so I say it for her. We often wish you could come in on us. We are wonderfully happy, folks. Every day we get more deeply in love. Both of us send you our best love in heaps and heaps, Yours, Conger.