August 21, 1932 - Sunday

I slept late today, as I didn’t have anything pressing to do. My what a busy afternoon, people and more people. I am certainly tired tonight. George and I read until time to go to bed.

George's letter home:

Hello Mom,

Upon this letter, I shall place one three cent stamp; and I warn you that it is my last. I am very very embarrassed as far as the economic field is concerned; and though the situation is not new to me, it is very apt to play havoc with my correspondence.

Young Field now bears the title of “uncle”; and the little man who brought all this glory to him, was christened Charles David. I am enclosing a letter to him, and I wish you would mail it on to him. You may read it if you wish.

You know how the cafeteria and store are arranged up here; the store at one end and the cafeteria at the other? The place is familiarly known to us as the “Café”. Somebody went to the store end the other day and asked Margaret Fry for a bottle of milk. “Oh! You get the milk at the other end of the “Café” (calf)”, quoth the young lady.

Anne and I took a hike along a trail altogether new to us, yesterday. My but it was beautiful. It runs downhill through great tall trees. The trees are far apart and the ground is free from underbrush; so the sun comes through in the little parcels and throws shadows in very direction (you should see Annie puff and blow when she hikes – Tee Hee).  I really believe one could spend a year here and be continually delighted by new sights.

When I receive some stamps, I shall write both Uncle John and the Grandfolks. I should be more thoughtful of Grandmother and Grandfather, I know. It is know doubt the selfishness of youth that prompts my neglect; but from this time on, I shall bear in mind all the wonderful love they have showered on me. “Thou shall not” remind me again, mother.

Yes, I would like to have some of my socks with clocks. Out of my own money, I shall buy one sweater and one tie for my attire. Other than for that, my wardrobe is going to remain as it is for another year.

That will be enough for me this time.

Love, Brother