Love, your sweey baby.

                                                                                        March 10, 1930
                                                                                City Jail, Waco, TX

My Dear Cindy,
    How's my baby tonight?  We had a hell of a storm tonight, with lightin' and thunder.  What a damn racket.  I want you to know that your sweet words give me something to look forward to.  Next to Mama, your all I've got as far as people seeing me as more than a crook.  I ain't never had a chance at anything, never been nothing but poor, dirty and hungry.  But I wanted more.  I guess safe cracking and hold ups ain't the way to do it.  But you make me feel like a king.  How did I get so lucky?  A smart, pretty, nice girl gave me a second glance.  I know your mama and family don't like me-why with Roy in jail, and then you get hooked up with me.  I don't care, though.  I love you, Cindy.  If I have to flatten this time over me, I will.  I want to be a good husband to you.  Please say you 'll wait for me.  Get a divorce from Roy.  Wait for me to do right by you.  I would never leave you or hurt you.  I am not a smart guy, but my heart is true.  I should close now.  Please try and come to my sentence hearing.  I want to see my baby before I get sent up.

Love, Frank


                                                                                          March 13, 1930
                                                                                          Dallas, TX

Dearest Frank,
  I recieved your sweet letter today.  I believe you when you say you want to do right by me.  I know you are a good man, that's why I love you so.  After Roy was sent up, I thought of divorcing him, since we never really had much of a marriage in the first place, but mama said it would make me look bad-a nineteen year old divorcee.  But now I know I want to be with you forever, so I will file the papers soon.
    You've been the sweetest thing that ever happened to me.  My hard times are over, I hope.  Even if you go away, your mama's going to try and get a reduction of your time.  Honey boy, I will stick by you.  I want a man, not a crook for a husband.( I've already had one of those!)  So please know I'll be true.  Even though Pierce thinks he has a chance, I'm not giving him any time.  It's Frank Jettson that I love, and no one else. Enough about all of that.  I plan on riding the bus with your mama to Waco for the sentencing.  I already have my ticket bought.  I hope that bit of news brightens your day.  I can't wait to see you.  Onlt six more days.  These three and a half weeks since you were taken away have been hell on me.  If it wasn't for your letters and your mama and sisters, I'd have gone mad.  My own mama isn't much support.  She see's you as just another bad choice in my life.  She doesn't know what Roy did to me to get me pregnant, and she didn't care when the baby died.  She told me it was a good thing-God's way of clearing up an 'untidy situation'.
I don't hate her, but it hurts.  Even though Roy forced himself on me, I would have loved that baby with all my heart, even if it was part of Roy.
    Enough about sad times, lets look forward to our reunion.  I love you so much.  Please write back soon.

Love, your sweet baby
Cindy