September 6, 1933 - Wednesday

Postmarked Sept 7, 1933 Berkeley Calif

Addressed to GLH at 7437 SE 36^th Ave , Portland, Oregon (the address that I knew as my grandparents house).

From AEP , 2901 Piedmont Ave, Berkeley, Calif.

Wed. Aug 6^th

Dearest George,

Today has been a very long and eventful day. I didn’t get a letter from you and I worried a little for fear your cold had gotten you down in bed. I certainly hope not. I know how terrible your colds get. How did you catch it? Has the weather in Chicago been terribly hot? I’m afraid you just wear yourself out running around trying to take everything in. It is easy to pick up colds when you are in that condition. I wish I were there to take care of you. The last letter I got from you was written the 1^st and this is the sixth so I hope that you are over your cold a long time before this. It would be too much if you started this year with a cold too.

It will be a long time before you get this letter but I am going to send it anyway. Have you been getting my letters right along? I have written everyday because I love you, sweet heart.  Even if my penmanship isn’t what it should be. No, darling the healthy Cresap kids haven’t gotten me down in fact it is a very well organized household I can’t say that I am looking forward to Clear Lake exactly. I know I have a good stove but that is all.  Two bed rooms for six of us and electricity only at night! We have our own lights like that old motor at the Lake. What a life, Pop is going up to the Lake tomorrow I f I don’t have to ride in a rumble seat I might go with them then I will have more to report. We might have to go on over to another place to see some poultry farms, too.

Today I read, principally. I straightened my room and did a few odd jobs until about ten thirty and then went down to the Post Office and sent a letter to you. On the way back I passed a rent library and went in and took out Galsowrthey’s “maid in Waiting” the first book of the third trilogy. The next one is “Flowering wilderness” and then the last is “One Long River”, hasn’t been published yet. I read more than half the book today so I imagine I will be waiting for the last one to come out before very long. I’ve about worn out now but the books are so darn absorbing. You remember Michael Moret that Married Fluer at the end of the Saga? Well this book is about one of his cousins.

Lover, I would so love to be up in Portland instead of this measly old letter. I’m afraid it’s a pretty poor excuse that you can barely read. But that’s not the right way to talk, you say, but that’s the way I feel, dear. I do so love you.

Annie.