{"id":722,"date":"2018-06-13T14:06:34","date_gmt":"2018-06-13T18:06:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/?p=722"},"modified":"2018-06-13T14:08:03","modified_gmt":"2018-06-13T18:08:03","slug":"oh-ma-you-cant-guess-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/?p=722","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Oh Ma you can&#8217;t guess&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This card is one of my favorites because I really had to wrestle with it. When I first read the back I thought it seemed so forlorn, but I hoped I could find a happy ending for its author, so I bought it off eBay. In the end it was really hard to &#8220;solve&#8221; because <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-716\" src=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/007-Stevens-Point-Front-640x408-300x191.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"191\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/007-Stevens-Point-Front-640x408-300x191.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/007-Stevens-Point-Front-640x408.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>at some point someone had erased the addressee&#8217;s name, leaving behind only the vaguest scratches, and the writer only used her initials. So I knew this card was mailed to a married woman at a rural route postal box in Wisconsin in 1922, by a person with the initials H.E. who lived in a different city. I am proud of figuring this one out!<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>H.E. went by Helen and was writing to her mother Emma, the wife of a German immigrant farmer a few counties over. Helen wasn&#8217;t doing well.<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-717\" src=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/007-Stevens-Point-Back-2-407x640-e1528910599722-300x191.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"191\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/007-Stevens-Point-Back-2-407x640-e1528910599722-300x191.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thoughtsredacted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/007-Stevens-Point-Back-2-407x640-e1528910599722.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Dear Mother: Marie sent a card the other day and she said you wanted to know if we got that yes and did you get my letter I wrote right away well I am still in bed can&#8217;t get up yet I hurt quite so sore. But oh ma you cant guess how I wish to get out of bed I must lay on my back day in &amp; day out your daughter H. E.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Helen wrote this card on July 13 and died exactly two months later, &#8220;suffering with a complication of ailments,&#8221; according to her obituary. She left behind a three-year-old daughter named Mildred. A year and a half later, her husband Fred married a divorcee with a daughter slightly older than Mildred. That second wife died not quite 10 years later, after a prolonged illness of three years and a confinement to bed of several months.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This card is one of my favorites because I really had to wrestle with it. 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