Tuesday Nov 23 9 P.M.
1937
[year was written by LP]
Dear sweet Paddy:
Your Saturday letter arrived this afternoon. It wasn't mailed until 9 P.M. My letters don't reach you so rapidly due to Linus and the three hour lag probably. I haven't depended on him today however.
I'm glad Dr. Landsteiner has been to visit with you. You did a great deal of talking didn't you?
Today I went to school to visit Peter. He was Captain Standish in a little play. He surely did well and was beautiful. Every one raves about him - simply every body. I took the children up to buy the things for their Thanksgiving offering to the poor and on the way back we met Mr. Crellin who helped us. He came in to see the baby who was in the kitchen. We purchased more than we could carry - potatoes, apples, etc. and so I had to send Peter back for his wagon while Linda and I waited.
We are going to the Bells for Thanksgiving and then leave very early Friday for Deep Springs at 6:30. Next week I have my luncheon, a tea at Mrs. Bateman's and the Crellins have asked me to be their guest at the Associates dinner on Thursday. You remember the notice came to us in
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Cornell.
I told Mr. Crellin they wanted you to return every other year and that they would give you more money the next time. He like all rich people, things money isn't of any importance.
Oh, my wound is practically well! Did Landsteiner say any more about coming to Pasadena? It would be nice if he were to come.
I have so many things I want to get done before you get home. I probably shouldn't go on this trip.
Your spirits seemed better in today's letter. I'm glad. There is a very loud car radio outside. It has a very good reproduction.
I'm in the kitchen tonight baking oatmeal cookies for our trip. I have a feeling you aren't liking the idea of this trip very well and perhaps it won't turn out as well as I hope it will. It may be awfully cold. I have the cookies all done now.
I want to do a few other things before going to bed. It is now 9:50.
Good night sweet Paddy, I love you.
Your Girl,
Ava Helen