December 22, 1932 - Thursday

I was still dead to the world when Mrs. Williams came in to wake me at eleven. We went downtown with Mrs. Edwards and shopped until 5:30, then we had supper and came home. Then helped Mrs. Williams decorate ‘til 12.

Dear George,

Here it is in the middle of the afternoon and I still haven’t anything in the way of news to add to this letter. Mrs. Williams has been working on her decorations for the Christmas party all day. She says she wants to be finished by tomorrow night. I am perfectly content to just be with Eleanor but Mrs. Williams is so afraid that I will be bored. I have been watching them decorate most of the afternoon (Mrs. Williams won’t let me help.)

The darn old mailman didn’t bring me any letter yesterday or so far today. I think the mail service down here is terrible and I miss you so, dear.

Ann

George dearest,

I am so lonesome tonight. It has been two whole days since I have heard from you. I spend my time thinking up awful names to call the California Postmasters. I know no nice kind Oregon Postmaster would keep a precious letter from its rightful owner. The days are so long when I don’t see you or at least read something that you have written. I hope that you don’t hurt again dear and that your cold has gotten better. Please take care of yourself dear and do be well. I love you so.

Well today I actually did something besides set around and watch Mrs. Williams work or play with Eleanor. After supper this evening I went downtown with Miss Stilson (one of the teachers here) and did a little shopping. I got some little things to put in Eleanor’s stocking. I also got her a doll trunk to put her dolls clothes in and I got her a nice soft cloth horse.

After we got home Mrs. Williams let me help her with the decorations. We worked until about ten thirty. Mrs. Williams said that she didn’t believe anyone had gone out to the mailbox to see if there was any mail this afternoon. My hopes went up sky high but alas when it was brought in there was none for this lonesome down hearted girl. I dream of you every night, dear. Last night I dreamt that I had a whole stack of mail in front of me and about half of it was from you.

Tomorrow afternoon Mrs. Williams has a lot of shopping to do in Los Angeles and she has asked me to go with her so tomorrow I will be in the wilds of the big city. I’ll finish this letter in the morning and mail it from there.

It’s late, dear. Good night, sweet heart.

I’ve got them, dear. Two wonderful letters came from you this morning. The mail service is such a comfort. Maybe that postmaster isn’t the awful dragon that I painted him.

Mrs. Williams came in at the disgraceful hour of eleven o’clock this morning and here was one Annabelle Powell fast asleep. She woke me up and started talking to me. I didn’t make any sense out of what she was saying until she said “I didn’t think you would mind if I woke you up as long as I brought you two letters.” That brought me to with a start. I just gobbled them up. I have to finish this letter before lunch because it seems to me out of that dim hays I got the idea that we weren’t to leave immediately afterwards. I have only been up half an hour so I am afraid there isn’t any more in the way of news to add to my last night’s letter. I’ll tell you about the glamorous city tonight.

Thank you for your letters, dear.  I love you.

Ann