June 20, 1932 - Monday

I worked this morning. I washed a pile of stockings and sent my clothes to the cleaners. After lunch and the dishes read until Dorothy came. Staying with her tonight. We went to a show.

George's first letter from Crater Lake:

Dear Mother & Dad,

Here I am, and it is all just as beautiful as ever. There hasn’t been a ripple on the water all day, and the reflections have been perfect. There is snow all over the place; thirty feet deep in some places. The only place cleared is the road and, it is walled in by great high banks of snow.

Barnes met me after that lousy bus ride, and took me home to a sumptuous feed. He certainly was nice to me; he took me to a show and all around the country – even to Ashland.

I have been working all day in the snow. The weather is actually hot; the old sun just beams down on one from a cloudless sky. It all seems a bit incongruous with the snow lying around.

Many of the old people are here, and a few new faces too. There are many nice kids and I am sure they will be easy to get along with.

I am tired folks, so good night. I will write often

Love, George