Monday, January 25, 2016

PERSONAL LOVE LETTERS FROM MERVIN SIMMONS

      My great-grandfather, Mervin Allen Simmons, was a successful businessman in Maerengo, Iowa. He was a well-respected member of his community- so much so that shops were closed for his funeral... which was conducted by no less a figure than the Very Reverend William Hannon, President of St. Ambrose College, Davenport, Iowa. He lived most of his life in the 19th century, and he lived in a world that was filled with "old-fashioned" values. Thus, he was hardly soft and I doubt if he had much of a feminine side... but he was in love with a woman... and as a young man, he expressed his love in letters. He married Mary (Mollie) Agnew on July 2, 1866 in Iowa City, Iowa... and I would like to present two of the love letters he wrote to her before they were married.

March 10, 1864

Dear Mollie

You are aware this 10th of March A.D. Eighteen hundred and sixty four- is my 21st birthday. And I sincerely say it is the happiest I ever witnessed. Although the mind is more at ease and the heart knows no sorrow during (childhood), it is momentary as it (pales) in comparison to that to that which has deeply penetrated my heart this day. And is this happiness a momentary feeling? I solemnly vow it is not. The present bestowed upon me this day by her whom I so truly, and devotedly love, shall be held in sacred remembrance, as a token of your true, pure, and unfaltering love, you bear for me. It is a true emblem of yourself. Not only does it represent you in splendor, beauty, and brilliancy, but it contains the richest and most valuable qualities the world ever produced. I (the) future, if I ever should chance to be separated from you, this ring will be my companion and great consolation. In all my trials and afflictions it shall serve as a guide, to direct me in all my actions as your true representative. Daily will I kiss it and think of you. If it is for the honor and glory of God and our salvation we should ever be united, may the love we bear each other be such that none can sever. Hoping you will receive these few words as my most grateful thanks for (the) blessing you have bestowed upon me. I remaine (sic) your ever devoted.

Mervin

P.S. In (the) future, if you ever desire, or request, anything in the name of this ring, if it lies within my power to grant it, by the grace of God it shall be done.

Adieu


August 9, 1865

Dear Mollie

I know that you are anticipating a letter and I cannot be so wicked as to disappoint you, although I have no doubt you are enjoying yourself well/ You are of a roaming disposition and I know it is a source of great pleasure for you to mount a spirited steed and fleet over the Prairie by moonlight, your true little heart pounding with joy and seldom thinking of the lonely heart which is longing for its companion. Yet I love such a spirit. I would not that one thought of me should cause you one moments sadness. As for my part, I assure you it is a great pleasure to know you are happy and contented. Had I my wish, never a moment of sorrow should cross your path, but so far your troubles in life have been but imaginary cases and I know it is with me that your future happiness reposes. May God give me grace to prove worthy of the love and confidence which you have bestowed upon me. Oh! Mollie I need not try to express how lonely I feel during this beautiful weather. It is of great gratification to me to seek some retired spot after the days labors have ceased, and indulge in the many thoughts of you which are continually pressing themselves upon my mind and which, of course, I do not care to resist. Now Mollie I have a "streak" of good news for you. It is with much pleasure that I announce to you another little Brother. He was introduced to the world yesterday morning. Now Mollie, do not let your great anxiety to kiss the little dear tempt you to anything rash. Do not attempt to walk home but be patient and I will come after you next Sunday if nothing happens to prevent. Dear Mollie be true happy and contented and great will be your reward.

Yours Truly,

Mervin

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