November 21, 1933 - Tuesday

Dear Mother,

I received a letter from Dad, yesterday; and he is in the very scenic country surrounding Bend. He was going on to Baker from there, and I dropped him a line there. He is going to be gone some time, I guess. He asked me if I couldn’t get home to be with you for Thanksgiving, but I don’t know about that yet.

We had our regular Monday night meeting last night, and it was a formal one. As in all formal meetings of this nature, there is quite a bit of ritual connected with it, and it is my duty to carry on the heaviest part. WEll, I was so darn tired last evening, that I just bungled the whole works. I am going to bed at ten tonight in spite of all the work I have to do. I must get some sleep sometime, that is all there is to it.

Ann writes me that you sent her a nice invitation to come up for the Holidays. Thank you so much for doing that, Mother. She has promised to answer it soon, and I hope she does. She is a rather lax person in her corresponding habits.

Before long, now, the term will be over; and I will certainly be glad for it. There is much to think about and do, before that wonderful event rolls around, though. We had a Criminal Law exam the other morning, and I flunked it flat. Luckily it doesn’t count anything on our final grade but is merely an opportunity for us to learn how to write law examinations. It makes me feel pretty discouraged, though; I am spending so much time on the stuff and yet seem to comprehend so little. Well, I guess it will become easier as I get further into it.

Eddy Field went south with the team, and he had a wonderful time. He was with Bob Timm quite a bit, and he saw Case and Udall and the whole outfit that used to be here. This weekend we play St. Mary’s in San Francisco. I would give anything to be able to go down there and see it. I would wire Ann to meet me, and we would have a wonderful visit, even though a short one. How is that for a pipe dream? I have plenty of them even though I am twenty one.

I must go to bed, Mother; take good care of the old homestead and don’t get too lonesome.

Love, George

Penciled on the back handwriting of Anna Catherine Hibbard. “Miscellaneous writings pg. 190-23 Dumbness, an error of material sense.

You are a Spirited Idea and devil in Divine Mind, you can have no fear because you reflect all intelligent mind. No professor can test you. “We test our lives by thine.” Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of Thy laws.”

I assume the preceding is a passage from the scriptures as interpreted by Mary Baker Eddy.