The other men with one breath said she was “loose morally”

To Bertha from Beth Cary – September 7, 1919

[Note: Though this letter doesn’t provide new insights into Bertha, the gossip of a young woman says a lot about the culture of the time.]

Dearest Bobby,

Don’t think I didn’t appreciate your last letter because of my delay in answering. It was such a fine honest letter that I felt both time and inclination must be awaited to answer it. Your opinion on the matter I wrote you of jibes of my own but your “if” is the rub.

You see the man has a very bad heart due to a goiter. I was removed five years ago but left a bum heart so army turned him down. Then last winter when the girl first started to make these disclosures, the man suffered horribly more than anyone I’ve seen. As each new disclosure was forced from her, he went thru a new _____ one and forgave her. To begin at the beginning, he fell as soon as she appeared to teach last fall and was engaged in less than two weeks. At that time, she said she wasn’t sure and acted as though she weren’t really in love with him. His father said she was fooling him when he first met her. (Dad was bedridden and had an unusual intuition when it came to the real thoughts and emotions of the few he saw.) They wanted to be married before Thanksgiving but his mother had a fit and it was postponed until spring. One red head told of her father, a piano seller, in _____ before his death and her sister who taught and her brother are in the army and one in the church – a priest.

Well, first it turned out her father was a dissolute drunkard whereabouts unknown and used to mistreat her mother, etc. – regular shanty Irish. Later at Christmas time, when man was to visit her at her home (mother dead), her aunt’s, she wouldn’t let him go with her at the last moment and finally he wrung from her that the aunt was a boarding-house where she stayed. Her brothers were not as she said but a younger one was in the feebleminded school (from results of scarlet fever, she says.) One sister teaches but two others are missing whereabouts also unknown. To cap it all, she insisted on going home with him for holidays – presumably because he had promised her a diamond but hadn’t brought it (native caution.) Well, when she finally got the ring, she wouldn’t have it because it was three stones instead of one. Wanted the solitaire he had given his mother and finally got it. (He got it back five months later.)

In the meantime, she was sized up by every relative, as being a “bad one.” The nicest, most innocent said a husband somewhere but the other men with one breath said she was “loose morally.”

Late in the spring, we found there had been a boy which she had given away. The man then gave her an education in payment or as reparation which ever you wish. Poor me had to get the confession from her and tell the man. Well, he _____ forgave her that and then I don’t know whether she began to love him or not. Seems to me love is unselfish, yet she begged and pleased until all hours of the nights. One mother was crazy of course but says she’d rather see him dead than married to her. Says they couldn’t be happy because she is such a liar. Now I admit she lied but say who wouldn’t. No sign she will on the future. She admits it; says no girl ever had more to confess and we really forced the lies from her. Kept asking about family, ect. Expecting and taking respectable antecedents as a matter of course. If she hadn’t lied she would never had stood a chance of getting him. In this day and age, successful living down a mistake means concealment for a girl.

Guess she has lived OK the past six years but for the five engagements and five diamonds (all still in her possession). The men were all boys of 21 or under and mad over her as only a woman’s experience can get them. She claims to be 25 but is 32 and looks it. She is a dandy teacher, perfectly presentable and attractive-looking with magnificent red-brown hair. She is rather dramatic which makes it hard to know where her real feelings stops and the grand stand begins. She knows the psychology of love and man backwards so knows just how to work to keep Mr. Man in agony.

I’ll admit the man surprises me at times. He has given up to his passion for her, inspire of the hurts she has given by not voluntarily hustling him. I’d tell him to marry her in a minute but for the fact that her past was well known at school and as soon as she married him, it would be dragged out sure as shooting. The Earth isn’t big enough to hide some things though it is not to anyone’s credit. He has always held his head with the best and has a chance to make a name in the state. The busybodies would soon say he thought he had to marry her, ect. And his mother would be entirely a stranger to him. She has lost him anyway, though, for he thinks her objections selfish. Lots of his thoughts and actions are not as he used to be yet he is not a weak man. If he was, she would have gotten him. When an experienced woman with nothing to lose starts after a man’s “goat,” she is likely to get it.

He was an unusually fortunate man in having few if any of the fights that usually come to the young men but it left him particularly unready for the difficulties in the present situation. Only a man educated to feel that marriage was the first requisites to have, in the satisfaction of his love, could have resisted her. His mother refused the inability to love the girl and my warning that even his children would be called on to suffer for the mother’s sins keeps him from her.

How about it? Do you still think he better try to fight it out or had he better take a chance and marry her? If one could only be sure she really had repented and loved him. It is a mess and no mistake wouldn’t write you all this _____ now it will never go farther and chances are you will never see the interested parties. Oh, yes. Man feels his ideals must be lowered because he wants to marry her anyway. Do you think so?

Have mailed you a set of pictures of the kiddies. Hope you like them. Fred is especially good. Wonder how you and Reba’s boy are getting on. Must seem funny to have a little one in the house. How old is he, five? Fred will be three soon and the baby crawls all over upstairs and down. Sure do think funny sometimes.

Wonder if I’m degenerating or are the animal or rather rather India stories in the Post good. I think them as good as Kipling’s and can hardly wait for more same school of writing _____ are by Will Levington Comfort and Jamin Ki Lost one in Sept. 6th number is particularly good.

Really must ring off or you’ll be bored to death. Lots of love and don’t lose sleep over the puzzle as I have. Could like red head fine if she was only square but had to learn to like her. My instinct is to say, boy you’re 27 years old and ought to know what you’re up to. If your heart says to go on, why hop to it. When it comes to marriage family has no right to interfere and others are too often jealous of their sons and can’t realize they are grown men. On the other hand, the cleaner and finer the man, the easier it is for a wise woman to catch. If more “nice American girls” know how and weren’t afraid to use the wiles the Lord gave them for the purpose they would get the nice man they want every time. Foreign women and southern women do but the northerners and New Englanders either don’t know how or are afraid. The more one studies, the more one finds it is the little things that catch a man they are only big boys after all and one might as well start in managing them from the first, only don’t let them know it.

Lots of love,

Beth

He kissed me in that dratted taxi

To Bertha from Mary Schubert – (Date is approximate)

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350 High Street
Newburyport, Mass.

Oh Bertha – What an adorable hanky. Many thanks – It is too pretty to weep upon but what else can I use it for.

Everything is weary. I was never so in love and he was never so cool. It couldn’t be worse and the whole darn family is in bed and everythin’ – I’m so weepy. Never mind lots of things turn out all for the best though perhaps we may not see it right away.

He kissed me in that dratted taxi – as I never was before. West Point must be one of the happy hunting grounds.

Loads of love and best wish together with a bunch of thanks.

Mary

P.S.
After all the other bosh, I ought to have agreed. Broken hearted or some such thing – but it’s a little too late to wish, don’t you think?

I deserve all the hard names you can call me

To Bertha from Irwin Hoffman – 
February 18, 1925

Cagne, France

[Note: Irwin Hoffman is the young art prodigy mentioned here. In 1924, Hoffman received The Paige Traveling Scholarship, the Boston Museum School’s most prestigious award. Traveling abroad with fellow award recipients, he studied and painted across Europe. Upon his return from Europe, Hoffman established himself in a NYC studio, which he maintained until his death in 1989.]

Dear Bertha,

Yes, I deserve all the hard names you can call me, but wait until you get over and see many letters you will write. It’s hard to say how Europe reacts on me. One day I feel one way and the next day different about the same thing. So, I would say a word to you of my impressions, every one I’ve met treats them in their personal manner. You undoubtedly will see Europe much differently than I do. But anyway, I’m having a great time, painting and door stuff, and the best of all, doing any damn thing I wish to at the moment I have the impulse. My wings are beginning to grow and life grows more interesting and bigger proportionally. Europe has a wonderful way of turning one upside down and brings one down to earth. Also, it puts New England in its relative position, a position so insignificant that it’s influence of 23 years is getting severe knocks. And thank God for that.

Portrait by Irwin D. Hoffman (1926)
Portrait by Irwin D. Hoffman (1926)

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Aaron and I are flying to Rome in about three weeks, arriving there about March 8th or 9th. We are planning to stay in Italy until the Irish gather for holy year and make things to best. We shall quit Italy in June, then I go to Paris and then to Holland and don’t know what Aarons plans are. But we are to be in Rome for a month. When do you come over? Or are you over here now? I’ll send this to America and another to Rome. It would be droll if you have been there for months already. My address is always C/O American Express, II Rue Sicily, Paris. Best of luck in all you are going.

Regards from.

Irwin

Miss Bertha Ballou

262 75th Street

Brooklyn, New York
 U.S.A.
Irwin D. Hoffman 
C/O American Express

II Rue Sicily
 Paris

How are things going with your husband? How is your religious life and your life as an artist?

To Bertha from the “Bishop’s Office of Fiesole” – December 15, 1931

My dear Bertha,

So long I waited for a moment free to talk with you… but I feared to reach xmass without answering to your dear and enriched letter. I am sure you did not forget the beautiful language of Dante and Petrarca then I continue in Italian.

[Translated from Italian]

I have never forgotten you; in fact I often look at the card which I keep enclosed in my vest pocket: Giulia Bertha Ballou; Behind that one specific column in the Cathedral I always see a tiny green hat and I wonder to myself if one day we will se each other again.

Miss Reid actually remembered this time to show me your letters but I could never explain to myself how she could forget about her long lost friend or of the “dear Florence” and the “dear Jule”. You remember Saint Antonino’s, well, so much has changed and so many people have died!

Our poor Lady Ida is all by herself now: Even our beloved sister Giuseppina has passed away and Ida has retreated to the four tiny rooms in the basement surrounded by that filthy little parlor and full of so many good memories where I spent many hours over the past 30 years. Lady Ida also wanted to make room upstairs for the hospital which has grown a lot. Ida’s health is fine but she is just tired now and her legs refuse to carry her. I feel that I never loved her more than a monk – She is poor, ill and alone. I would like to be near to her until the death and close her eyes.

My life goes on as usual between the Choir and School and the Bishop’s Office. I often escape to the market, which is my biggest treat oh, how many memories of that street! My health is keeping up: but I do feel the first aches of old age settling in however they do certainly (tell me) that I don’t look my age and that I would have appeared to stop aging at 35 if it wasn’t for the fact that all my hair has fallen out.

I am so anxious to hear some news from you: I did hear about your past woes and your wishes and hopes cut short but I look forward to hearing all the details about your new life in Spokane. Are you living with your mother, sister and the kids? How are things going with your husband? How is your religious life and your life as an artist? How is your health? How is your garden? Our garden at Saint Antonino’s is a mess and all but abandoned.

Miss Reid is still in Fiesole but she is no longer at Saint Antonino’s so I go out to visit her every so often but the situation between Italy and England has cast long shadows over our relationship. [Note: After Mussolini became Prime Minister of Italy in 1922, he was initially accommodated by Britain, which accepted the expansion of Italian sphere of influence over modern Ethiopia. However, future British governments showed more opposition.] Miss Reid is really English and I am not and never will be. Today I am with Ferdinando a fierce Anglophobe who after having eaten a ton of stuff fights over a small strip of land, it disgust me; thus every conversation with Miss Reid ends in a fight…bloodless though.

I received greetings today from Austria from Mrs. Berta who has returned to her house in Chaperon! Donna Ida and Commissioner Batelli have asked me to send you many, many, many of my most affectionate greetings to the unforgettable Bertha. I want to send you an entire bundle of hellos and best wishes to our dear sweet friend on the wings of my affection for you which has never dwindled but only grown in your absence. As for any future letters with your news that I should be expecting that means out of the two addresses I would choose the older one.

Happy, Happy Christmas and Happy New Year dear: Pray for me as I remember you always in my prayers Christmas wishes to your mother and sister.

Good bye, Good bye, Good bye, with love.

My dear, how dreadful about the fire in your old home!

To Bertha Ballou from “Anne in Florence” – November 20th, 1936

[Note: This same month, Benito Mussolini first referred to the existence of a “German-Italian axis,” Germany announced that it would no longer observe the articles in the Treaty of Versailles, and Winston Churchill said: “The era of procrastination, of half measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays, is coming to a close (…) In its place, we are entering a period of consequences.”]

Dearest Bertha,

Thank you for your sweet letters. Needless to say, I am delighted to hear that you are seriously considering the possibility of joining me over here, and I do hope something satisfactory can be arranged for us both. I wrote you a long letter two days, tore up half yesterday, and rewrote it – then tore it all up this morning! There seems so much to say and yet. Long letters seem sometimes to convey so little.

Marjorie has had the excellent idea that she write you herself because she could perhaps explain better the kind of thing she does for me and the kind of life we together here.

Rodolfo is here for a few days so Marjorie’s time is of course much taken up with him and when not with him with me. But when he leaves on Sunday, she will be able to settle down again and could write you. Therefore perhaps it is best that I don’t go into too much detail now.

They are now planning to be married early in February; her brother and sister are coming over for the wedding and afterwards her sister could stay with me until you could join me in April. Agnes Walker, the sister, is very different from Marjorie; and and we all think that she and I would not get along well together for a long period, but for a comparatively short time, it should, I hope, work out all right.

My dear, how dreadful about the fire in your old home! I was so distressed for you, but what a mercy that none of you were injured at all. It must have been an awful shock and no wonder your poor mother collapsed! And how particularly trying for you too to have this happen just at the time you were also having the ordeal of divorce proceedings. Comble de malheur, indeed. Wow, you need a lot of good luck, to make up!

I feel so happy and secure about Marjorie’s future – Rodolfo really is one of the best – an exceptionally fine person combining so many admirable qualities, not the least of which is unselfish and consideration for other people. So I really feel she is getting a husband who is worthy of her.

My non-future, like yours, seems to present many problems: But as you say things usually work out for the best in the long run, so we must take things a step at a time and hope for the best.

For a while, I felt that I wanted to make out of this apartment soon after the wedding, into something with more space and a little more in the country. On second thought, I don’t know: I would have to sublet this place first, in order to move, as our lease here does not expire until next October. And with the general political situation in Europe so very problematical I hesitate to tie myself up with a new lease too hastily. There are so many pros and cons on so many sublets, so much to decide – if only one could be sure of peace and a fixed income life would be simpler. However all may yet be well, and we have much to be very grateful for. Everything at the present moment is going very well indeed here and so far as M. is concerned my mind at rest.

This is rather an unsatisfactory letter my dear, that I feel it is not fair to you not to ____ it if ______ further revision and rewriting. Marjorie will write you later and that will help you, I feel, to decide whether you really want to come over for a year. I would love to have you, be assured of that my dear, if I feel sure that you yourself will be happy taking on these new responsibilities and ties.

But as I say you will know better when M. writes you perhaps – I want you to know everything in advance – I would hate you to be disappointed afterwards and feel that things were not as you had thought. I want you to be happy. Then I will be very happy, too! But if you feel that it is not a life that would appeal, please tell me so frankly first. Our friendship won’t suffer, I know that and we will have some good times together yet, as you say, whatever is decided.

Oh, Bertha, let us hope that peace can continue! The world is so beautiful, life is so pleasant as it is. I try to tell myself that it will go on and yet something whispers, deep down, that it won’t. That because of that horrible thing, Bolshevism, that war will come again… When, we don’t know…

Meanwhile, let us be happy and enjoy the present and hope… M. naturally feels she wants to be safely married first, as all nice women do. I know I would in her place – it’s one of those elemental deep rooted instincts.

Well, my dear, baste per ora. I appreciated your letter more than I can tell you. You are so wonderful about everything.

Much love,

Devotedly,

Anne