Another letter from Ann in Portland to George at Crater Lake:
Dearest George,
It’s an awfully hot day. It’s hard to move around and at the
Cunningham’s too, where it should be cool if it is anywhere. It was hot
yesterday. Yesterday morning I washed stockings and sent out my clothes to the
cleaners so I will be clean when I come up to the lake. After lunch your mother
and I sat on the front porch and read the paper. I didn’t realize how hot it
was until Dorothy came after me and we left East Moreland. It was cool there.
Dorothy said she was coming after me at two thirty and in the Cunningham
fashion she arrived at about three thirty.
We went up to Ann Finley’s apartment to see her new baby but
she wasn’t home so we went downtown to pick up Mrs. Cunningham and I have never
been so hot. Last night Lois Floyd stayed here all night, too. After dinner we
went downtown to a show. When we were coming home we stopped for a hamburger.
By that time it was actually cool enough to go to sleep with all the windows
open. I am certainly glad I am coming up to the lake for more than one reason.
I don’t think I could stand to be away from you all summer the way Dorothy will
be away from Bob. I guess I am pretty lucky only I wish it was a week from
today. It is terribly cold up there, dear?
This morning after breakfast, Lois and I went down with
Dorothy while she went to the market and got all hot again.
Dorothy invited Karly and Mike to dinner today (I mean
lunch). We had a lovely lunch. I had a huge tomato salad. It was yummy! We had
strawberries for desert – yummy again.
Why is it that sometimes a week seems unbearably long, dear?
Love, Ann
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