My grandfather Frank was 18 in 1912 and it was then he wrote his first letters to my grandmother Blanche, his new girlfriend at that time.
He was attending Indiana University and studying business. He was young and restless and somewhat of a rogue. He was far enough from home that visits were often far apart.
Little did each of them know that it would take until after WWI for them to be married. There would be 100s of letters like these that would help them get to know one another.