June 29, 1933 - Thursday

It makes it so late getting back that George said he wouldn’t come in again this week even if Stan did. So I won’t see him again until Saturday evening.

Letter from Ann to George:

Dearest George,

This will be the last letter I’ll write to you while you are at the rifle range. You will get this Friday but I’m afraid you would not get one Saturday.

Last night we went for a ride with your mother and father. We almost came up to see you but your father wasn’t sure where it was so we went for a longer ride along the Columbia on the Washington side and your father let me drive going up. I think he was kind of nervous tho’ because altho’ he didn’t say anything he sort of quietly suggested that he drive back. I know my mother was nervous. She took up her post as back seat driver as soon as I got behind the wheel.

The funniest thing happened when we started out. Mom and I have been eating onions and when we went down to the car we were chewing frantically on peppermint candy. We got in the car and your mother was chewing gum and she explained right away that they had had garlic on their chops. Mom and I just howled. Then we explained our situation and they laughed, too.

The Alpha Phi picnic was lots of fun. It was out at Lake Oswego. The water was perfect. I swam until I was exhausted. I haven’t had such a good swim in years. We had about five darling little rushes with us. Mary MacCraken is coming down to school this fall. If she doesn’t pledge Alpha Phi I know a good many people that will be very much crushed. She is so darling. Maybe Ruth and Mary Dixon are coming down, too.

Darling I don’t want to go to California! I have to get a job here in Portland. Your father said he would see a man at J.K.Gill about me when we were on our ride last night and he said he knows the head of the book department at Meier & Franks. There may not be anything in it but my hope goes shooting every time.

Hurry up and come home, dear. I will be waiting for you to pick me up at about 12:30. That’s right, isn’t it?

I love you, sweetheart. Annie

Jane's Notes: The diary gets very spotty in July and there are no supporting letters since everyone was in Portland together. So you should expect two to five day stretches with no entries. The next posting is July 1, then not again until July 4, etc.

June 28, 1933 - Wednesday

I was certainly surprised when George came in again today. I am so glad Stan has a girl that he simply must see. It makes it nice for us.

Postmarked June 28, 1933, Portland Oregon

To GLH, ROTC Camp, Vancouver Barracks

From AEP, 1719 NE Knott St, Portland  Ore

George Darling,

This won’t be more than a note because I only have a few minutes to write now and I won’t have another chance until tonight after the mail has already gone.

This morning Mom and I went downtown and straightened out the finances and then Mom met Mrs. Meyers and I came home alone. Now as soon as I have lunch I am going on an Alpha Phi rushing picnic at the lake.

I got your letter this morning dear and thank you so much, I love it. I got a letter from Steve, too. He understood what a fraternity pin means all right but it didn’t seem to dampen his sprits. What am I to do, for heaven sakes!

Well, darling my lunch is ready but I’ll start another letter tonight.

I love you, Annie

June 27, 1933 - Tuesday

Even Bonneville isn’t too far for Stan so I had a letter from George, and himself, too, today. It is so lonesome without him.

Postmarked: June 27, 1933 Portland Oregon

Return Address: A E Powell

1719 NE Knott St

Portland  Oregon

To: Mr. George L. Hibbard

ROTC Camp

Vancouver Barracks

Vancouver Washington

Monday Night

Dearest George,

Goodness, it seems as though I have written a lot of letters to you with Monday at the top within the last 24 hours!

My, O, My, My. Have I ever been domestic! Yes, I have if I may say so. This morning when I mailed your letter I had just been to the market for two days supply (in case we get snowed in). Then I came home and washed some under ware before lunch. And I was hungry by lunchtime because Steve had gotten me up so early if you remember. After lunch I mended stockings and I had an awful pile of holey stockings. When I had finished mending I ironed my under ware and then I cut a pattern from a pair of shorts and started to make another pair from an old slip that is too short for me. Now is that domestic or is that domestic, I ask you.

But I relaxed tonight and went to the show with Ellen Jean. We saw “Warrior’s Husband”, a very funny show which we enjoyed immensely. I think she is darling. She asked me if I didn’t think that June would like to meet some of the other girls and not just the Alpha Phis and I said that I was sure that June would. And I am glad that she suggested it. Frankly, George, I like the Kappas very much and I would rather see June a Kappa than anything else if she weren’t an Alpha Phi. Now don’t hold that over me when I make some kidding remark about them.

This pen is getting run down it is so much harder to write with than my nice broad point but you like it and on accounts that I love you so much I will never write with a steel pen for you.

Well, darling, I got up early this morning (8 o’clock!!) so I am getting rather sleepy now so I will sign off now and take up the broadcast sometime tomorrow morning.

Tuesday (about 3 PM)

Darling I haven’t anything to add in the way of news to the letter except that we have a telephone now and the number is Garfield 0056. Your mother was the first one to be called on it. I called her up this morning and we chatted. I gave her our number and she said that she was going to have us over to lunch sometime this week. We are going downtown tomorrow morning to take care of our finances. The darn postman didn’t bring me any letter to day. I’m sure mad at him.

I’m waiting for you to come home, dear.

I love you, Annie