October 11, 1933 - Wednesday

Darling,

Please write to me. I am dying of lonesomeness!! I get such a sinky feeling when the mail comes and there is no letter from you as it was this morning. I know you are busy but just say you love me. I need that to hold out! Sweetheart, I’m not picking, I just love you and miss you terribly.

We certainly had a hot and heated argument at the table this noon. Pop and Mr. Cresap were running down our generation saying that we weren’t as smart as the older generation because we didn’t have as much of the rudiments of reading, writing and arithmetic. I was trying to hold up my side of the argument against those two men. Mom didn’t say anything except that she tho’t that the younger generation was smarter than the older generation.

This morning I laughed till tears came to my eyes for the first time I think since I left Portland. I was laughing at a story Mom was telling about her girlhood. We were washing dishes and she started to wash a set of measuring spoons. She looked at them with disgust and said, “I have often wondered if they did any good.” I looked at her in surprise. She said her oldest sister used to have a set when she was first married, and she was too terribly particular about all her things and Mom used to have to wash them when she went to see them and she always tho’t they were a lot of nonsense. It sounded so funny but probably not to you. Then she told some more funny stories about the relationship between her sisters. It seems too funny to think of my aunts as girls. She says that my two oldest aunts used to quarrel terribly. Much worse then June and I ever tho’t of. If you knew them as I have known them you would just about die laughing at that revelation! It was fun finding out a lot of things you have never known. Now I can better appreciate Mom’s feeling about living out here. She used to loath everything about a farm when she was a girl and lived on one and it can’t help but be rather ironical that after successfully getting away from that life she should leave to return to it for the last part of her life.

Today I put some icebox cookies together to be backed tomorrow. If they are good I will send you some. I will also send you some almonds that are from this place. I think they are better than any other I have ever tasted and I don’t think I am prejudiced. Write and tell me what you think.

This evening was reading my Old Oregon and I noticed that Oregon was playing Washington this weekend. O’ what I wouldn’t give to be able to see or at least to be able to listen to it over the radio. I’ll bet it is one swell game. The radio announcer just said that you were going to have fair weather Thursday and Friday. I hope it is nice for the game.

Lover, good night and don’t let the law school get you down.

I love you, dear

Annie