Feb. 4 - 38
Well this will be the last letter I will write to you at college. I almost didn't get this one off. I didn't realize I hadn't written you this week. I knew Dad was writing and that was from both. Then when I awakened this morning and realized this was your last day. I hurried breakfast and now, I want to get this to the office by 9:30 so you will be sure to get it. [In the 1930s, and possibly even a little beyond then, there was morning and afternoon mail; much like how there's a late edition of some newspapers.]
Now have a nice time at Johnstown and don't worry, every thing will be all right. We have thought of a possibility of you getting something at Harrisburg. Anyway it won't hurt for you to have a little vacation.
I'm so anxious to have you home a while even if we do just talk. You know all there is to do here.
Kathleen [my dad's mother, who I never met], Bob [my great-uncle who's still alive], and I went to see the Prisoner of Zenda up here last night. It was very good. [According to IMDB, The Prisoner of Zenda is about "an Englishman on a Ruritarian holiday (who) must impersonate the king when the rightful monarch, a distant cousin, is drugged and kidnapped." Also, Ruritania is a fictional country in Europe where three books, including Prisoner, take place.]
We have had horrible winter weather this year. I think the sun is going to shine today but that makes every thing look so dirty. I wish we could have snow instead that covers up the dirt.
Well dear not much news in this letters but I just wanted you to know I was thinking of you on your last day of college.
Loads of love from Mother and DadUnfortunately, I forgot to grab my great-aunt's yearbook so I could scan in some pictures, but when I go home next weekend or so, I'll definitely grab it as well as another letter. I'm interested in what you guys think, if you like the idea or not, etc.