Postmarked Aug 24, 1933, Portland Oregon
To GLH, 5836 Race Ave, Chicago Ill c/o I. H. Wells
From AEP, 1719 NE Knott, Portland Oregon
Aug 23
Dearest George,
Tomorrow I will get a letter from Chicago, the land of
progress and heat. We have had a little heat here the last few days so be
careful how you boast about the heat. Notice I said I would get a letter, I
mean I am wistfully hoping I will. I give you fair warning, LaVictor, if I
don’t get a letter pretty soon I will divorce you, I’m getting darned tired of
post cards. The idea, going off and
leaving a poor woman with post cards to console her self with. So there now if
you aren’t quacking in your boots its not my fault.
Sweetheart, I am getting to be one mean cook. I’m so darn
good on top of the stove just think of the things I will be able to produce
with an oven and some utensils! I’ll make you fat and like it.
I think I told you last night that Imogene stayed all night
with us last night. Today I got lunch for them and then went over to Dodie
Reily’s (She’s that little married friend of mine that lives across from the
Portland Sanitarium). She just had some kids in and we just at and did handwork
and visited. I didn’t know any of them but they were easy to get acquainted
with. It was a relief not to have to play bridge. I took my afghan along and
worked on that. You should see our rug, dear. It is coming along famously. It
is almost big enough to serve as a pad for hot plates on the table.
Tonight I had to eat all by myself because June was over at
Imogene’s and she hasn’t come home yet.
Darling, I do miss you so much and I wish that I could be in
Chicago with you.
All my love, lover, Ann
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