September 9, 1933 - Saturday

Sept. 9, 1933 

Menu from Pacific Steamship LInes mailed to Mr. E.T. Hibbard, 7437 SE 36 Ave, Portland, Oregon in handwriting of Annabelle Powell

Note inside reads:

Dear Mr. HIbbard,

Thank you so much for helping us get down to the boat. I don’t know what we would have done without you.

That meal looks pretty good, doesn’t it? The meals are very good but I think we would appreciate them more if we were on dry land.

Please excuse the writing. My hands are cold.

Love, June & Annabelle

MENU

Dinner on board the S S Dorothy Alexander

1. Borg, USNR Commander

Wednesday, August 30, 1933

Postmarked Sept 10, 1933 – Berkeley

To GLH – Portland

From AEP – Berkeley

Saturday

The house is empty except for me so I tho’t I would have a little talk with you. This is when I like to write to you best. When I’m all alone. I usually write in the evening when everyone has gone to bed and I’ll add to this tonight. I feel much better today, dear, than I did yesterday but I still miss you terribly. I’m convinced that it is being so inactive that has put me into such an apathetic mood. June has perked up wonderfully since she started school. Lakeport and work will put me into the right frame of mind. I bet!

I got your first letter from convention today. It was written the night of the fifth. Sweetheart, of course you and Jim stacked up well with the other Chi Psis! They probably looked at you and said “I’ll bet there are a lot of swell guys in that lodge out there,” and dear, I so hope you had good luck. I know how you hate to have to do it. Paying it back won’t delay your start but even if it does it won’t make any difference with me, lover. The fact of the matter is I can’t help myself. Because I never could love anyone else. You have cast some peculiar spell over me but contrary to tradition I don’t want you to come galloping up on a charger and break it.

Some people have come home, dear, so I will wander off until we can be alone again It sounds like conspirators, doesn’t it?

Later

Everyone has gone to bed finally. We had company for dinner tonight. A lady and her son and daughter who have lived out in Manila and who have a house out at Clear Lake. They are awfully nice people. The son’s just thru high school and his nick name is “Happy” and it just suits him. The daughter is a little older. Altho’ she isn’t ugly she is the kind of a person that one doesn’t look at a second time, if you know what I mean.

Tonight I called up Tom Moran. He seemed quite pleased to hear me and bawled me out for having been here a week and not called him up before. He made a very tentative date with me for tomorrow. He said that he sees Dan Longaker and Geo. Richmiller once or twice about every week. O’ course he asked about you and the rest of the brethren.  I had to call several times before I finally got ahold of him. I wonder what kind of a girl his sisters think I am. Hauela knows them both and she says they are just darling.

This evening we were listening to a radio program that was playing many college songs and when they played “Mighty Oregon”. I nearly went crazy. I was trying to croquet and my hand shook so that I had to stop.

Love, I do miss you so much and I love you more and more.  Annie