November 19, 1933 - Sunday

Darling,

Please excuse the awful wail that I wrote last night. I didn’t get into town today to mail it and I am only enclosing it so that you will know that I wrote to you last night and that I love you and think of you all day long everyday. I feel much better tonight and I expect by tomorrow morning after I have had some sleep I will feel like the top o’ the morning.

Steve is still here but he leaves tomorrow morning. I’m afraid I haven’t been a very good hostess to him. I have done all most nothing to amuse him. But he says it has furnished him with a much needed rest. He has been sleeping until about ten in the morning.

Today I made some of your mother’s raised rolls. They weren’t as good as hers but I guess they passed as a first try. I also made some apple pie at Pop’s express wish. He says that I make excellent apple pie. Do you like it?

Today was a very dull day and think as I might I can’t find anything in it to make an interesting letter.

But I do want to tell you how much I love you and I will always. Christmas is the most important thing in my life right now. It’s like being a little kid again because I believe in Santa Clause!

I love you and good night sweetheart,

Ann

Dear Mother,

I am a pretty neglectful boy, am I not? I haven’t written to you since I returned form Portland, but then even Ann has suffered this week. The work is being piled on heavier and heavier, and it keeps me up until about twelve and after every night. I shall try to write more regularly, though.

I am catching up on all my correspondence this morning. This is the fifth letter I have written, and I still have three to go. It is getting pretty near lunch time, so I will have to finish the rest after that.

The Sophomore Informal was last night, and I took Frannie Johnston. She is certainly a wonderful little girl; she is on of the nicest girl friends that I have. There was some girl at the dance that had long false eyelashes on, and a bunch of us followed her around all evening. They certainly were intriguing. After the dance, we went home to Frannie’s house, and I showed her how to make those ultra good egg nogs. If I could have enough of those things, I think I really would get fat. You fill me up on them when I get home.

Our Chi Psi formal dance will be on the twenty-third of December. Ann will not be up by that time, so I will have to get another girl to go with. I don’t know who the fortunate person will be as yet, but she will have to have a bit of personal charm and some characteristics of beauty. I go out so seldom, that they must be just about perfect when I do. Is not that the right attitude to take?

It is raining very hard here today. For the past week it has been cold and foggy; but this rain should break it. I wouldn’t be an Oregonian if I didn’t like the rain.

Well, the term is drawing to an end, and I must get in some good studying before it is too late. I shall be glad when this term is over. Entering the law school is just like starting the whole thing over again. It is entirely new, and you don’t know just where you stand. After this term I will know what it is all like, and what to expect. This uncertainty that I am reveling right now is disheartening to say the least. I hope I am not on the wrong track.

Take care of yourself, Mother; and don’t get too lonesome with Dad gone. Soon you will have a full house again, and that will make up for all the lonely days.

Love, Brother