December 19, 1932 - Monday

Eleanor is still in bed. I slept until about eleven this morning. I played with Eleanor in the afternoon. Went on an errand too. At six went out to dinner with Mrs. Williams and Bill Earl.

Dear George,

Just before lunch I got your first letter. I just love it, dear. It was so sweet and like you. It is such a pleasure to get your letter so soon after leaving you instead of having to wait a week like I did last year. It was good of you to collect that money and make that poor family more comfortable.  It is hard to realize how bad off some people are until we rub up against them. Mrs. Williams took a big basket of toys and food to some poor children this morning. Mrs. Williams is very enthusiastic about her decorations. She is determined that they shall be carried out in much detail. She has a very large Raggedy Ann and very large Raggedy Andy doll that go in the Garden.

I don’t know the story but there is a cookie bush in it somewhere so there is going to be a cookie bush in the decorations. Her Christmas tree is always very lovely. She puts starch all over it and then rolls it in snow and then with the colored lights on it, it looks just beautiful I slept late this morning. In fact it was eleven o’clock before I got up. Isn’t that disgraceful? But it is such a luxury.

Eleanor is still in bed. They want her to be thoroughly well before she gets up so that there won’t be a chance of anyone else catching a cold from her. I think she will be running around tomorrow. She will probably come in my room and sit down very quietly until she wakes me up, the little rascal.

Both Mrs. Williams and Miss Stilson (the children’s teacher) asked me if I wasn’t getting thinner. Wasn’t that nice of them? I am afraid I will be even plumper when I see you on the thirty-first than I am now because they feed you so well here and will I be healthy. Just ask me! All I eat is vegetables!!

It is awfully warm and nice down here but everybody seems to think it is cold. They even had some snow down here last week.

George, Dear, I will try to get my letters to you as regularly as I can but if they don’t come thru when they should it isn’t because I’m not thinking of you. Mrs. Williams is a very busy woman and I want to cause her as little trouble as I can. If I can get some stamps I may be able to send them off by myself. Maybe I can put them out in the mail box.

Much later

Now I am in my pajamas and robe waiting for my phone call from the lodge. O, excuse me, that is another story. However I am in my pajamas and robe and ready for bed but I must take time to say good night to my sweet heart.

Mrs. Williams has been very busy today. She took me with her this afternoon where she went on an errand and this evening she took Bill Earl and me out to dinner. Mrs. Williams and I were going out to dinner and Bill dropped in on an errand and she insisted that he come with us. She is so afraid I will not be entertained. Bill is the older brother of one of the little children. He graduated from Stanford last June. He is a Figi. He is a charming boy and interesting but he can’t compare with a certain blond that I know.

He brought us back to the house and then Mrs. Willimas started her work on the decorations. I don’t see how she can keep it up day after day and still be the engaging person she is.

My eyes are getting heavy, dear. Good night.