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