Love Letters - Harold E. Hullinger

Harold and Jennie wrote a number of letters to each other while living apart during their college years before they were married.

At the time this letter was written Jennie was in Vernal, UT teaching school. Harold was in Provo, UT to work on his teaching degree.

They were separated for two years before they then married and moved to Provo while Harold attended the BYA.

This is a letter Harold wrote to Jennie:

My Darling Jennie,

It seems like a year since you were here, and I am darn glad that there will be only a few days more pass before we can be together. Dear, I try to speed time by, by working at the present and living in hour. Each hour I find you and where ever I go or what ever I do, there is my dear also. And this day has been no exception.

This morning I attended Conference at the Stake House. I heard some splendid discourses by Pres. Harris, Bishop Nibley and Ex-Pres. Ballard, I think of the Swiss-German Mission. I thoroughly enjoyed them. I haven't been feeling the best for the past few days so this afternoon I took the cot for a couple of hours and didn't attend any sessions. My eyes aren't working just right. I can't tell you just where the trouble lies.

Dear, I had a dandy little car ride last night. I drove a new Coop Ford to Spanish and back. It was a little new experience for an old chap like me.

Friday another sweet letter came from your dear. I would have answered it sooner but I had just sent one that morning and all day Fri. and Saturday found me up and going. I will kinda be glad when I can feel that I can use an evening or afternoon without knowing that I ought to be busy. I wish you could sneak up right now, dear and give me a great big hug and a dozen kisses all in one. Yes, I am all alone - come please?

Guess you all enjoyed Frank coming home when you were all there that way. I am wondering how many I'll find home when I return. You know, that every time I've gone home after being away for a while there is always a big crowd there. I am getting anxious to see Mother and those kid brothers and big sisters.

Dearie, I am counting so much on the cool evening of August when we can be together. The old days are nearly dreams, aren't they dear? But as the summer's moon spreads forth her golden rays of love, surely we'll be there. I must stop dreaming and get to work.

My darling, I send all my love to you.

Forever yours
Affectionately
Harold

Love Letters - Jennie L. Hullinger

Harold and Jennie wrote a number of letters to each other while living apart during their college years before they were married.

At the time this letter was written Jennie was attending the Brigham Young Academy. She was enrolled in a one year "Normal Course" to fulfill the requirements to become a school teacher.

Harold was working in Vernal.

When Jennie finished and returned to Vernal to teach, Harold came to Provo, UT to work on his teaching degree.

They were separated for two years before they then married and moved to Provo while Harold attended the BYA.

This is a letter Jennie wrote to Harold:

Dear Harold,

I received your dear letter today and altho I am always tickled to death to receive them, this one rather made me sad. Dear I wish I could express my feelings and say to you what I want to in the right way but as long as I can't I guess I had better keep still. Only I was awfully sorry you couldn't or felt you could not come out for Christmas. But dear you know best what you can do.

I have such a lump in my throat tonight I am afraid if I was talking to you instead of trying to write I would certainly have to stop. Daddie got in last night and believe me it sure seemed good. And O, if my Harold could just have come with him. I just can't tell you how I feel tonight. Half of my time I can't see my paper.

Well school has been fine today.

Listen dear the school had a dance on Armistis Day, and a guy from out that way (you never could guess who) wanted me to go to the dance with him. And altho he is a splendid good boy, I didn't go with him. I went with the girls.

I heard Victor Wilkins was going to be married, and I don't think I ever heard of anything so ridiculous in my life.

I was sorry to hear about you breaking your glasses, but sorry they didn't have to send you to SLC instead of them.

Please dear let me put my hands in your new overcoat pocket for just a minute. Will you let me? Alright.

I am almost afraid to send an application home, I think that old Olson is a regular old pill anyway.

I certainly hope you can come out to school next year, for dear you can't help but enjoy it, only a normal course is enough to kill anyone. I make plans and teach kiddies and worry over my school all night long in my sleep.

I heard Bill P. (Pierce) had got an office job in McGill for $4.25 a day, so that isn't so worse.

Well old dear write often and everyday if you can.

Yours forever
Jennie

*Harold would mark on the envelope the date he answered the letter
A (Answered)
Date (Nov. 18)
Year (1922)
H (Harold)