October 8, 1933 - Sunday

Dearest George,

It seems as tho’ it has been ages since I have written to you but really I have only missed writing one day and that was yesterday. Lover, I feel so far away from you it is just about killing me. Bill has been very sweet about writing and I certainly appreciate it but it isn’t like hearing from you. I feel as tho’ I were suddenly cut off from you by some terrible force. I do so hope that you are out of the infirmary by now and that your face is all well. If I were up there we would be disfigured together because I have a lot of awful spots all over my face that I can’t explain or get rid of. When I started getting so many letters from Bill, Pop was beginning to get worried. He wanted to know who this boy was that was writing so many letters to me and when I said that it was a good friend of yours that seemed to make it worse than ever until I explained the circumstances. You see darling he is protecting your interests and he hasn’t even seen you yet but he knows what a swell guy you are and he doesn’t want me to be lead astray! But darling, I walked out on us last night! I went to a dance. I went with a dashing swain that had grey hair and glasses and graduated fro the U. of Chicago before the war sometime! I can’t remember when I have had such an awful time and such an awful blind date!! June and I got up here about ten thirty yesterday morning. I helped get lunch. In the afternoon, June and Eleanor went into town with me. It was so thrilling for all three of us to be together sailing down the road. In the afternoon all went swimming. A little before dinner Bud Clarke (Mr. Siumie’s nephew) called and asked me if I didn’t want to go to the dance. I declined saying June was there and I didn’t want to leave her but they called up a little later and asked if she didn’t want to go too, so I said sure because I tho’t it would be a change for her to have some fun and to get acquainted but I guess it turned out to be pretty much of a flop. Bill said that on Wed. you had your eyes half open and that he tho’t you were lucky because you didn’t have to go thru open house! O, sweetheart do get well and write me a lot, I am getting so blue for you!

The dance hall we went to last night was a great big place and the natives came there from miles around I guess. I have never seen such a collection of hicks and rot racers in all my life! There was one party of about four or five couples there that looked like college kids but nobody seemed to know them so I guess they were just up for the weekend at a house party or something.

Darling I wish I could come up and see you right now. Will you have an impossible amount of law to get caught up on?  I’ll love you forever, dear.

Ann

George's letter home:

Dear Mom,

They let me out of the infirmary this morning, and it seems mighty good to be walking around again. I had to laugh; they think it is nothing short of a miracle that I recovered so quickly.

My, I certainly enjoyed my visit with you and Dad. When you are down and out, there is no one like Dad and Mother to cheer you up.

I must start right in to study. A whole weeks work is quite a bit to catch up on. I am fit as a fiddle, though; and it will not take long.

Thank Mrs. McGinnis for me; I shall write her a letter soon.

Love, Brother