Three Letters from ANDREW WYETH (American, 1917-2009) to Alice Moore and a Letter from CAROLYN B. WYETH to Alice Moore
December 12, 1938; mailed December 13, 1938
My Dear:
The photographs are good and I am glad to have them, in fact, I feel very proud to have them. The profile is the best I think. Someday when your writings are known all over the world, I will be able to say I know you, and if they don't believe me I will show them the photos your letters I shall keep for my self always.
You must stop having these foolish dreams about me getting married. God forbid if I ever did anything like that.
Well nothing has happened here since you left that is very exciting to tell about.
I have started fencing again and am getting along extremely well. I think I am getting the technique really down. My teacher tells me that I ought to make a name in it so here's hoping. Who knows, I may make it a means of support someday.
You were very sweet to send my mother candy which we all enjoyed.
I am planning to come to New York sometime next week and will call you and see if I can't arrange to get out and see you.
Nat and Caroline were here for dinner yesterday and they both looked quite well. Caroline looks a good deal older though but seems to be in good spirits.
I am starting on a large painting of a young Negro tomorrow and am really excited about it. This I feel is going to be really good. I will tell you about it when I see you. I feel I am gaining power every day and it won't be long before the world will see.
I am not blowing. It may sound as if I am but I have real confidence in what I will do.
[?] and many thanks for the photos my dear, looking forward to seeing you
Andy
[in marign: "I feel lonely tonight, I wish I was with you my love"]
Thursday, December 22, 1938; mailed Thursday, December 22, 1938
Dearest Alice,
This note I am writing in bed as I am sick that is the reason I didn't call you from New York. I am terribly sorry, I did much want to see you before Christmas. I have the same damn bug my father had in Maine this summer and I don't feel so hot. Will write you a real letter when I get better.
Much love to you
Andy
Saturday, January 21, 1939
Dear Alice:
When I look at the date and think how many days have passed and no word to you to thank you for the delicious candy and nuts you sent also the interesting little book you sent us Christmas, well, I feel simply disgusted with myself.
We have had such a gloomy fall and winter, every thing wrong. Frist the death of Nat's baby, then Mr. Wyeth and Andy both real sick before Christmas from the same bug they had last summer. The Doctor found Mr. Wyeth had a flabby heart muscle due to over weight, which means he must lose weight, also to avoid all excitement, go slow. All this has depressed me so I really have had no heart to write you.
But when Andy told me you were back in the Hospital again with your old back trouble I felt more depressed than ever not getting a note to you before this, do forgive me. Oh! yes, Peter Jr. and Ann Carol have whooping cough but at present are much better. I never had such a mess of things happen together.
The Cosmopolitan Club of Philadelphia are giving the family a show in Phila.
Carol is very busy painting a portrait of Italian boy and seems in good spirits. Andy and his father are going to Florida to look over country mentioned in the "Yearling" which Mr. Wyeth will illustrate this spring. Andy has been making some beautiful wash drawings of snow scenes around here.
Such grand snow storms we have been having, and sledding parties. I just made my first batch of doughnuts for the hungry youngsters, after sledding, only wish you could be here now to enjoy this real winter of snow.
I hope you are feeling better by now, and will benefit by a good rest. Let us hear from you when possible. Lots of love from Andy's Mother
February 8, 1939, Key West, Florida [postcard]
Dear Alice,
Well here I am down with the palms and green water and coral sand and it's swell. I certainly hope you are feeling better.
Love
Andy