13 Sep 1935
John and Dorothy Griffin to his Mother and Father / Washington D.C.
We have been having some more of that terrible hot weather. Yesterday it went up to 97 with a humidity that was just about as high. The landlady here is letting us sleep in an apartment on one of the lower floors during the hot weather and so I don't guess we'll move after all.
I am going to speak in church in Sunday night and it is over two years since I have spoken before an audience, and about four since I had any real practice at it. I am pretty scared and have been doing a lot of reading lately and will try to wade through it somehow.
Last Saturday I got a raise of about 10 dollars a month. They've classified us down there and everyone in our section got one. That means about $20 more a month than I was making at the Department of Justice so the change was really worthwhile, and besides the increase in salary I like the work a lot better, and too I think that there is really a good chance for advancement. I wish that I could have got in there about Christmas time and by now I would have had a good job.
It is bed time and there is work in the morning. I hope that I can get a few winks tonight and this hot weather. It is surely a struggle. Write us often and Dot sends her regards.
(Dorothy:) Regards my eye! The boy is very business like isn't he. Still miss you, especially on the hot days. You put up with them so gracefully while we just sit and moan and groan. I tell John the Frenchman (Ben, his brother) hasn't had time to write yet. He really isn't as put out as he sounds - only anxious to hear from them. Marge wonders what Elsie has to keep her too busy to write. I suppose all eighteen year olds have much on their minds - and to do. I guess you will now not get. After her talk with mother, we (all except me) thought it was surely off for good and the silver was taken back to Lewis's and the money refunded.
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