George Hibbard!
What do you mean getting yourself all messed up with poison
oak. Such carelessness! How do you expect me to have a whole normal husband if
you insist upon getting yourself into scraps? And just think of the work you will
have to catch up on in Law School. When you do get your eyes so that you can
see out of them you will probably read for whole days straight and give your
self a “hell of a” headache to say nothing of weakening your eyes. I knew I
never should have left you to take care of yourself. It was good of Bill to
write to me because I certainly would have worried if I hadn’t gotten a letter
after your telling me about the dog bite. Is that wound all right? I am glad
that you had someone write for you but I hope that you didn’t have anybody read
mine to you! After I got Bill’s letter this morning I got all panicky because I
couldn’t remember what I had written the last few days that other people
shouldn’t read! I certainly hope by this time that you have your “eyes opened”.
Did you have to go to the infirmary, sweet heart? I am very concerned about
you, dear, so as soon as you possibly can you must be sure and write me about
all the little things that other people have out. I want to know about
everything that happened.
Bill Russell drew a beautiful picture of you and sometime
when we are old and grey I will show it to you!
Well, I guess it is definitely settled now that I will go to
San Francisco this weekend and get June. It will be two round trips in one week
and Mr. Cresap was horrified at the idea! Mom is worried about the trip because
I have never driven the road. But I think I can manage. If Mr. Cresap and Mr.
Simmie can do it I certainly can!
I started to sandpaper the dresser I bought today. I had big
plans of how I was going to get that all painted up and have clean bed spreads
and be all spiffed up by the time June got here. But the dresser is a bigger
job than I planned on and the bed spreads won’t be back from the laundry until
next Monday so I guess I will have to plan my party for the next time June
comes up. I just this minute talked to June long distance and I am going to
meet her at the Yellow Jacket, that’s the store near the school. Darn Mr.
Cresap anyway. He is talking to Pop now and convincing him that I couldn’t
drive back from Berkeley and get over the mountains before it gets dark. He
says, he won’t let his daughter. Why if they drive over forty miles an hour
they can’t drive the cars any more. I wish he would stop talking and go to bed!
Well, lover, please take care of your self and don’t get
into any more poison oak bushes. I love you and I need you, dear.
Good night,
Annie.
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