Postmarked Aug 16, 1933 – Portland OR (there is another stamp that says Aug 24, 1933 which I assume is the
date it arrived at the hotel – mail took 8 days)
To GLH at Hotel Stevens, Chicago
From AEP in Portland
Tuesday Aug 16
Darling,
Tonight I’m not going to write a long letter because it has
been such an awful day and I am rather in a hurry to get into bed. In the first
place it was hot. I tho’t yesterday was hot but today was much worse. I heard
that it was 104 degrees in the shade downtown. At the drug store down on
Broadway I saw a thermometer that was in the sun and it registered 130. I don’t
know how correct it was but maybe you will get a hint of how hot it was.
Well today it was decided that June, Sleepy, and I will go
down on the boat Aug. 29. We have made our reservations and everything. Mom is
leaving Thursday night or Friday morning for Eugene and points south. She has
to be in Berkeley Sunday morning. After the twenty ninth my address will be
2901 Piedmont Ave., Berkeley Calif. We will be there for about two or three
weeks and then I imagine just Lake Port, Calif. will get us until we get a box
number or some more definite address.
Well this morning a man came out from Bekins to see about
shipping our stuff. We talked it all over and he is coming out for it at eight
tomorrow morning. They will pack our books and crate the furniture and take
care of all the little things we don’t know what to do with but Mom and I had
to pack our trunk and my camphor wood chest today and believe me it was a job.
Mom said she wished it was more of a joy to me to be packing to go home. I
didn’t say so but that will never be home to me but just a place to wait for
the next few years to pass. O sweetheart, I love you and I do want the time to
go by fast.
Tonight we had to go out to dinner. So in the midst of our
packing when we were about at our hottest we had to stop and dress and go clear
across town on the bus to that cousin in Westmoreland. I tell you this life is
getting me down.
I am enclosing some clippings that I tho’t would interest
you and Jim which probably wouldn’t get into the papers you are reading.
This letter looks like one long complaint but I love you
dear, and life could be worse.
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