Wednesday, November 18, 2015

November 18, 1933 - Saturday

My darling,

This has been an awful day for me. I have been perfectly miserable most of the day. I made an angel food cake this morning but when I had lunch just about ready I had to give up and go to bed. I perked up in the afternoon but I feel like “the last rose of summer” right now. Please excuse my complaining but I miss you so terribly today. I love you lover!

Wasn’t the game today a disheartening disappointment? This first time I listened it was 12 – 0, the next time 19 – 0 and then last time 26 – 0.

Sweetheart, I don’t mind your letters on a typewriter but I can’t think as fast on a typewriter because I still have to concentrate on the keyboard so I will continue long hand. In spite of the fact that they are much harder to read.

Please pardon the brevity to this letter but I feel so awful. I want to go to bed.

Living for Christmas!


Annie

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