July 15, 1931 - Wednesday

The politicians have arrived. They are going to dedicate some memorial. They are a bunch of tight farmers and of course I was on duty tonight!

George's letter home:

Dear Mother,

Thank you so much for all the wearing apparel you sent me. I wear my boots all day long, and so those long socks were just the thing.

Just think Mom, I have been here a whole week already; and it seems like one day or less.  This job isn’t all pleasure; in fact it ranges from all extremes. The other morning Lew and I unloaded sixty-three hundred pounds of ice in hundred pound cakes. We have to do this once a week besides unload all the provision trucks that come here. That is one extreme, Mom, and here is another; every morning we clean out the washrooms in the rear of the cafeteria. The men’s is all right, but the big catch comes when we clean the women’s. Gee it’s funny, we peek in the windows, listen at the doors, and finally take a chance on going in.

Boy, you certainly have a time trying to keep clean around here too. That is why my clothes will be kind of a hardship for you. I’m sorry mother, but darn it I can’t do anything about it. When I send my laundry case, there will be a lot of things in it that I won’t need.

Thank Aunt Lil for me anyway; I like this job fine but it was nice of her to think of me.

Bye Mom, keep the old home fires burning; and say hello to mine Pop for me.

Love, George