Dear Dad,
I received your very welcome letter this morning. You are apparently going to be on a long trip if you won’t even be home for Thanksgiving. I don’t possibly see how I can make it home for that event. I know that mother will be lonesome, but there is so much work that I must get done that it keeps me hopping every minute.
During your freshman year in the law school, they just seem out to get you. They pile the work on thick and heavy, until you wonder when you can get it all done. I haven’t had a good nights rest for so long that I don’t know what it feels like. I feel all worn out, and the worst part of it is yet to come. In the LIberal Arts school I used to cry about the two hour finals we had, but in this place they last four hours. I shall be most glad when this term ends.
Ann is back home, now; and I guess she is getting into her old stride of chief housewife. That must be the crux of joy for such a young person. If you have your own home to keep up, I can understand where there would be some joy connected with it; but to have to keep things going for a very incompetent family must be the “nuts”.
It is too much to expect of a team to go up against that power house, I guess. They have it all together with a veritable genius for a coach. There you have a combination that takes more than a half pint college to beat. They have done pretty well this year, though; and the whole school is right behind them. In fact the students are getting up at six tomorrow morning to go and meet the train that they are coming in on.
I hope you find that the Gill’s line is better than you thought it would be. When I was home, you were a little dubious about it. It will be harder in that you are in towns where you are not as well known, too. Well, there must be an end to all bad things, and the general morale of the country is certainly much brighter than it was a few months ago, so cheer up, Dad.
Love, George
Darling,
Tonight I feel better than I did this morning when I wrote
to you. I still miss you almost more than I can stand, lover, but I don’t feel
quite so blue and desperate. I am quite sure that I will come up before
Christmas unless Mom breaks down and cries and makes me feel like a criminal.
Do you know yet what day you will come home from school? Will it be in the
afternoon or morning? Shall I come up the day before you get here or shall I
get there the evening after you do? I would probably arrive in the evening
about 8:30 as I was supposed to last New Years. O, sweet heart, the time will
just drag until I can be with you again! I was just looking at the calendar and
if I come up before Christmas I will probably leave exactly a month from today.
It has been four months since we have seen each other dear. It seems four years
to me!
Steve left this morning about nine. This morning was taken
up with house work and cooking. This afternoon I went to town and read and
sewed. No, darling I haven’t finished my afghan but I’m still working on it and
expect to finish it before we have a chance to use it.
I love you darling
Annie
PS I’ll love you forever and ever
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