You thought I had forgotten! I DID NOT FORGET, it just took me... huh... an entire year... to watch this. Gosh. I am So sorry. If it's any consolation I was thinking about it the whole year, I just had a lot of delays getting it to watch.
(I quite liked Girl of the Golden West, though I also had Thoughts which I shall perhaps have time to write up... someday. I also found it absolutely hilarious when people would say things like "Wells Fargo!" in an Italian accent. I suppose it is good to know what the rest of the world feels like when Americans do it :P :) )
Dear Joe,
I was glad to get your letter, and glad to learn everyone at the mining camp is doing well. Give my love to all the others. I hope you are continuing to read your Bible now that I am gone.
I am doing well in San Francisco. I am working in a laundry and making good money, but in the evenings I am studying to become a teacher. I live with two other women. Alice is working here as a teacher, and Barbara is a singer. They are lovely and I am learning so much from them. Alice knows so much more than I ever even knew was in the world, and Barbara is teaching me a little voice and dancing when we both have time.
I hope you know why I had to go, Joe. I know you thought it was Rance, or maybe Sonora. It wasn't them, no. (Say hello to them as well from me, though.) I cared for all of you so much, but not the way you wanted me to care for you, and also I needed -- I didn't have words for it then, you see. I only knew I had to go. I needed to find who I was, who I could be, in a different place. I think you of all people will understand, you who left your own country to come here to the rough beauty of the mining country.
The life I'm living now isn't always easy, but I'm happy now, Joe. I hope you can understand that.
Oh! I almost forgot to say -- I am glad you were able to save the gold from the dastardly Ramerrez bandits who were trying to steal it. Too bad you didn't catch them. I thought the name Ramerrez gave you was an interesting coincidence -- long ago I once met someone named Dick Johnson, near Sacramento, who seemed like a nice man. Isn't that funny? Well, we can always hope the bandits see the light and are redeemed. At least they didn't get the gold.
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Date: 2020-03-10 05:39 am (UTC)(I quite liked Girl of the Golden West, though I also had Thoughts which I shall perhaps have time to write up... someday. I also found it absolutely hilarious when people would say things like "Wells Fargo!" in an Italian accent. I suppose it is good to know what the rest of the world feels like when Americans do it :P :) )
Dear Joe,
I was glad to get your letter, and glad to learn everyone at the mining camp is doing well. Give my love to all the others. I hope you are continuing to read your Bible now that I am gone.
I am doing well in San Francisco. I am working in a laundry and making good money, but in the evenings I am studying to become a teacher. I live with two other women. Alice is working here as a teacher, and Barbara is a singer. They are lovely and I am learning so much from them. Alice knows so much more than I ever even knew was in the world, and Barbara is teaching me a little voice and dancing when we both have time.
I hope you know why I had to go, Joe. I know you thought it was Rance, or maybe Sonora. It wasn't them, no. (Say hello to them as well from me, though.) I cared for all of you so much, but not the way you wanted me to care for you, and also I needed -- I didn't have words for it then, you see. I only knew I had to go. I needed to find who I was, who I could be, in a different place. I think you of all people will understand, you who left your own country to come here to the rough beauty of the mining country.
The life I'm living now isn't always easy, but I'm happy now, Joe. I hope you can understand that.
Oh! I almost forgot to say -- I am glad you were able to save the gold from the dastardly Ramerrez bandits who were trying to steal it. Too bad you didn't catch them. I thought the name Ramerrez gave you was an interesting coincidence -- long ago I once met someone named Dick Johnson, near Sacramento, who seemed like a nice man. Isn't that funny? Well, we can always hope the bandits see the light and are redeemed. At least they didn't get the gold.
Love,
Minnie