19 Oct 1932
Dorothy Griffin to Maude / Washington D.C.
Dear Mrs. Griffin
John is deep into some 14th century English literature. I quote from it.
"Ye have ryn in the myre and are weytt yit,
I shall make you a fyre if ye will syt.
A mores wold I hyre think ye on yit,
Well qwytt is my hyre; my dreme"
This is it.
I don't think its such a good way to improve on spelling and knowing how he dislikes most English, these ordeals cost him some effort. He likes geology though, and is half in love with his law - commercial. In the middle of a conversation he will abruptly ask me some riddle (so it seems to me) concerning the validity of a contract and I must answer with my reasons to be in his good graces, only to have him agree or disagree and quote the law. It's fun most of the time, but when I'm engrossed in a book, and am suddenly brought back to reality to imagine myself a disappointed grocer, a brawling salesman, then he finds me quite an unwilling pretender.
We have so few hours together that I welcome the evenings when we aren't going somewhere or someone coming here. Then too, our Sundays are over-crowded. John is a teacher of the Deacons at Sunday School. Church is from twelve until two, and again he is co-teacher of the M. Men at Mutual, at six on Sunday here.
Everyone, the people we know here, is so sweet to us both, and since most of us are here for the same reason it gives all a common ground for conversation. Last Saturday evening we were to George Rand's to dinner. You'll remember he came home with John. He and his wife are both very courageous, working a week or so in a month, yet always jolly. You find so much of that sort of thing back here; couples with a determination that will surely succeed finally. For ourselves, I feel that we are very fortunate and we do find so many things, little and big, to be thankful for.
Thanks so much for the recipes you sent to me. Those I've tried are delicious, and I hope to try the more elaborate ones on extra-special company. John is writing soon but worries about not hearing from you for so long.
Hello to all, Dorothy.
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