Spokane, Wash., Nov. 18, 1914.
Dear Cousin John,
I am writing this simply to find out if I can if you are still alive or have gone to your reward. The only word I have ever heard of you since you left here was a card you wrote me from Ellensburg. Unfortunately it was nearly 10 days on the way, and although I answered it at once, you had evidently gone on your way, as I have never heard from you again. When you left I feared I would never see you again, but if they get that national highway across the continent within the next couple of years it will be easy to run across in a little buzz wagon, and I am going to try mighty hard to do it.
Do you know, John, I was not at all myself while you were here. You remember you left me sick in bed, and it had evidently been coming on for several days. When I got well it seemed to me we had had no visit at all.
I have just been elected to the legislature, and will go to the capital early in January. I am feeling fine and am happy and content. I would be delighted to hear from you, and hope God is good to you in your declining years.
Your cousin,
(signature) L. Frank Boyd
Care Chronicle. (might be the clipping enclosed)
[John Whitmore was a first cousin to L. Frank Boyd through John's mother's sister Rebecca Miller. John Whitmore died 26 Feb 1913, so this letter did not reach him in time. ]


Comments: 6
I am gravely disappointed that the addressee never recieved it. It seems so unfinished, and doubly tragic.
We forget sometimes how, in the years before antibiotics, any infection and illness was a serious thing.
Thanks for sharing.