George's letter home:
Dear Mom,
Yes I work on Sunday, and every other day too. It really
isn’t bad, and the garbage must be hauled. Heavy things aren’t bad to lift when
you get used to them. If I refused to lift them I probably would be home in
short order. I am going to bed early this evening because Lew and I have to
unload four tons of ice in the morning.
From all reports I must be escaping some very hot weather.
The days are warm here, but there is always a cool breeze. The nights are cold
too; so you can surely sleep well.
There is a boy from school here that gives real good
haircuts so this kid got himself a real cue-ball shaving the other day. My hair
is getting whiter and whiter, and my nose is getting reder and reder.
I sent my laundry today with my old cords in it. Don’t
attempt to wash them Mom, but I would like to have them mended and sent back.
If you get those films soon you could enclose them in my laundry too. Here is
something else; my haircut and laundry have left my pockets empty and I need
just a very little bit Mom.
Mr. Fred Ahern (I don’t know why in heck I tacked that Mr.
on it; I call him Flash). Well anyway, Fred and I went down to the lake and did
a little swimming. Very little too, that water is only forty-three degrees. We had a great time; Tom Moran gave us a ride
over to Wizard Island and back in the motor launch. He isn’t supposed to do
that little thing; so we have to keep it quite.
When you come up, don’t plan to stay all night; because the
cheapest hotel accommodations are six bucks and the cabins are two and half.
Meals are plenty expensive too.
I wish you would enclose Ray’s address in you next letter,
as I don’t have it. Well keep care of all the skunks around Portland and ask
Dad how his “corporasity is egashiating”.
Love, George
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