George left today for Chicago. It was certainly hard to say
goodbye to him. We all had dinner at the Hibbard's and Jim Wells came after him
about six p.m.
Note: This is the last diary entry until the end of 1936
when Ann briefly picks it up again. Coming up are letters from George to his
parents from his big Chicago trip as well as letters from Ann to George. Most of
the letters from George to Ann have disappeared. At the end of the summer in
1933 Ann’s father joins them from Manila, having permanently retired and they
all set up housekeeping in Lake Port, California. I have a large group of letters
from Ann to George that begin after that move. Ann lives with her parents in
California until their wedding in May of 1937.
Postmarked Aug 20, 1933
Addressed to GLH, 5836 Race Ave, Chicago, ILL
c/o J. H. Wells
From AEP, 1719 NE Knott St., Portland
Aug 18
George darling,
This will probably be the last letter of mine that you will
receive because it will go to the address where you will be and you will have
to call for the others. I hope you had a lovely trip, dear. I got your card
from Idaho Falls today and thank you dear. The calendar says that it has only
been five days since you left but it seems five
months to me. June, Imogene Wylie, and I went to see “Tug Boat Annie”
this afternoon and I got a lump in my throat because the last time I had been
there was with you. O lover I do miss you so terribly. My heart feels so empty.
Mom left this morning. Your father was very kind. He got up
at an early hour and took Mom down to the train. I felt very grateful. He
checked her grip for her and saw that she got off all right. June and I went
down, too, of course. Mrs. Meyers came down so we gave her quite a send off.
Then June and I went up town, or rather, your father took us and we window
shopped until the stores opened.
We got e a gray hat, shoes, and gloves. O, George, I wish
that you could see my outfit, dear. It is really quite good looking if I do say
so myself. We shopped until about 11:15 and then had to tear home because we
had invited Imogene to lunch so we wanted to get there before she did. About
three we went down to the show. It was awfully good. I hope you get an
opportunity to see it somewhere. Wallace Berry is certainly a good actor. He
can certainly look the picture of guilt to perfection.
I wrote you dear that we would be here until the 29th
but did I give you our Berkeley address? Well, here it is anyway in case I
didn’t. 2901 Piedmont Ave. Speaking of addresses, I discovered the other day
that we will be living on Lakeshore Blvd. Doesn’t that sound ritzy?
This evening Imogene took me to the Sign of the Rose to
dinner. It was very nice but we felt like a bunch of hicks because none of us
had hats on and we weren’t dressed up at all. Imogene is a lovely girl. She is
so polite and considerate! I wish she would go to Oregon. It would be a piece
of luck for the Alpha Phis don’t you think, to get a couple of girls like June
and Imogene? I wonder what the poor kids will do this year. O, by the way,
dear, I wonder if it would be too much trouble for you to send me the Oregonian
the morning after preference night so that I could see who got who and how
everybody got along? Imogene is going to Catlines this year so I am going to
suggest to the girls that they have her down to school for a weekend. You must
be sure and tell me how the Chi Psis are getting along because you know dear I
am very interested.
I haven’t seen any of the kids since you left except Adele.
I’ve been up to see her but Monday I am going to another party. This one is for
Jane Kaugler so I will get to see some of them before I leave. I certainly hate
to go. Most of my dreams are about coming up to see you dear. I picture myself
falling off the train into your arms. I’ll have to work it someway. I can’t
stay away for a whole year. We’ll be up here next summer anyway if it’s the
last thing I do.
All my love and goodnight, sweetheart, Annie
Postmarked Aug 20, 1933 Portland Or
To GLH, 5836 Race Ave, Chicago, Ill. c/o J. H. Wells
From AEP, 1719 NE Knott, Portland Or
Aug 20
George darling,
What do you think? I went to church this morning! June and I
went with Imogene Wylie. We went to the Episcopal church and heard a very
inspiring sermon about ideas by a Scottish Minister. I don’t know how I
happened to go except that I’ve been going places with June and Imogene since
Mom left and they were going so I went with them. I certainly don’t believe in denomination. I
want to go to whatever church I want to go to when I want to go. I have my own
beliefs anyway whether I belong to a church or not. Still I don’t criticize
people that do believe in creeds because it comforts them and after all that
seems to be the principle function of a church.
Last night June and I went to the show with Ellen Jean. We
went down to the Egyptian. Bill Greaper’s father was there (he owns it). He
knows Ellen Jean so he told the usher to seat us in lodges! I guess we sort of
rated but the show wasn’t any good so we almost felt that they were wasted on
us. There isn’t a decent show in Portland right now but of course as we are
leaving there are a lot of good ones coming.
Yesterday was a cold cloudy day. June and I didn’t do
anything worth mentioning but lots of little odds and ends that needed to be
caught up on. I was worried about my refund from the University so I wrote them
and the dim wits sent it out to Manila just as I suspected that they might. I
was surprised that June was contented to stay around the house like we did with
out getting restless. We did go down to the market so maybe that served
somewhat in a way of an outing.
We are going over to your house to lunch today. Something
went wrong with your father’s car, there is a leak somewhere. He is having an
awful time getting it fixed because of the N.R.A. so June and I are going over
on the bus at about two o’clock.
While we were at church two boys came to call on June and
needless to say she is quite excited and curious.
Sweetheart, I missed you so last night. O I want you to come
back soon.
All my love, Annie
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