This was certainly Labor Day for me. 20 rooms! I worked
straight thru from 8:30 ‘til 3:30. No stop for lunch even. To bed early tonight
– 9. Nothing new on George affair. We move to 2nd floor tomorrow.
George's Letter Home:
George's Letter Home:
Dear Mom,
Maybe you think I didn’t get a big laugh out of your letter;
the part when you write of canning fruit in the cool basement. Boy! Was that a
good joke; the snow was flying so thick outside that you couldn’t even see fifty
feet in front of you. What a life. This car of ours has no windshield, the snow
kept getting into our eyes and we just got soaked to the skin. My parka surely
proved its worth. My head and upper part of my body were dry as could be. There
were more people here Sunday than I have ever seen this summer. The Lodge had
every room filled. Rather disappointing for them though. They couldn’t even get
a glimpse of the lake.
Kenton Case left today and that just depletes our little
group more. We just sit around here
evenings and wonder what to do with ourselves.
My plans may change somewhat before I get home. Jean and I
feel that we should leave the day we arrive, in order to be of some value with
rushing. I will let you know for sure later on. That will mean forsaking all my
shopping but that can easily wait until some future date.
Love, George
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