Hello, darlin'.....
I started a letter yesterday but after reading it over decided that it wasn't worth sending--you would laugh too much and think it was too silly. Yes, I am working now, and is it a grand and glorious feeling to be actually doing something worthwhile instead of sitting around the house all day and fooling around downtown. And---I like my job very much. It is a lumber office, MacDonald and Harrington, Ltd. The girl in the office is very, very nice, and the boss the same. In fact, just a little while ago she said that I could do anything I wanted to for a while, so here I am writing, or trying to write this epistle to you.
I saw Bob (Robert Vaughn) Wednesday, and wow, is his uniform the nattiest one. Really very beautiful. Only I was disappointed, he didn't have any little pieces of ice running around loose, and it was a very hot day. Are you really serious about those socks, cause if you are, I'm just the little girl that can make them. I shall enclose a sample of the yarn and you can say "aye", yes, or no. It won't take at all long to make them.
Guess what! Last Monday I saw my grandmother Barclay for the first time. It was quite an experience because I never dreamed that she would ever get to Portland, and now she is going to be here all winter. It really is very nice finding out about one's family. I have three or four second and third cousins that are now going to Oregon State, but it seems as if I am the only one in the family going to Oregon. My grandmother herself went to Oregon State for three years. Sunday we are going on a picnic and one of my cousins will be along. Oh yes, and also, umph, umph, Prince Campbell, and Susan Campbell, and my third cousins. Both of them direct. Some stuff, eh what.
But enough of the above. I did get nice and tan, but now it is all fading again, and I shall look like a little while angel in a couple of days. Of course I look like an angel now, but not a little while one.
It is very sweet of you to offer to calsomine my room for me, and I think I shall be very inclined to take you up on it. Only yet I don't know which room and I am going to occupy but I am working on Annie to let me have the one I want. If I do get it, I thought I would try to come down the to the metropolis of Eugene a couple of days early, or something like that. Tell that person or individual down there that goes by the name of "Brooksie" that she had best write me or I shall be off her like a dirty shirt. And I don't mean maybe. I think it is disgraceful the way she is neglecting me, don't you, or do you?
Well, well, do I wish I were in swimming. Here it is only about ten bells and a half and hotter than the hinges of Hades. Of course it would wait until I began to work before it got hot. Why isn't the Mill Race just outside our door, the drinking fountain is, but that is quite a long way from being the Mill Race.
I am beginning to think that perhaps I might be quite gifted in culinery (?) skill. The other day I made a blackberry piee all by myself. I am quite proud of myself, considering that it was the first and only one that I have ever attempted and shall have to try it again sometime now. When I told the neighbor boy about it, he kind of looked at me with a funny expression in his eye and said that he thought that I didn't look like the domestic type. Can you beat it?
Am I boring you. This is getting to be quite a lenthye epistle, but after all there is nothing else to do, so I might just as well practice my typing. When are you coming down to Portland again. I think it would be very nice if you could come down soon, and maybe we could go on a picnic or something.
Ta, Ta, my pet, and write soon?
Love,
Dotty
I bet I did too see this. (get it?)
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