Tuesday P.M.
March 29, 1921
Dear family,
I've just done up Frank's book and will send it right out. Am not in much of a mood for writing a decent letter. It's been a sticky hot day and such mobs as we did have. Everything is terribly overcrowded at the school and everything is piled on to us poor teachers something terrible. Think they need about 3 new teachers.
Imagine I'll have to be in school at about 8:00 o'clock every day. I think it's awful. We do get out at t
hree o'clock though. The new set of teachers are simply terrible. I see where I'll pass out. The only one that's anything like even possible is fat-and if there's anything I can't stand, it's a fat person.
The dearest little boy sat with me all the way from Stroudsburg to Philadelphia. He was only eight years, but talked a blue streak and knew more than any of my high school kids. Talked about everything from giants, soldiers and bull fights to all the present day events and high taxes. Asked why the sea was salty and what made deserts. He gave me all his ideas About school teachers and how only cranky ones could teach you anything.
I wonder if Betty left today. I'll bet you're lonesome, but I'd rather be lonesome up there than down in this godforsaken county.
Do you remember I was sort of outlining some biology work on a pad paper? If you can find it in one of those pads, I wish you'd send it right along. Do you suppose Carl will be using or needing that biology book? I need a copy of it quite badly as I can't find the copy that belongs here. Please be sure that he doesn't want it to give to the teacher there and if he could lend it to me for a week or so, it would help a lot. We'll want it right away. I think we're going to have new copies of that text, all right, but they won't be here for a couple of weeks. I have my truck now and must get it unpacked. It's too hot and sticky here to write at length all this summer. Seems like a dream now. I had too good a time to suddenly be back in school.
Lots of love, Marion.
Editor's notes
I must say I don't remember my grandmother being this judgmental. Yikes! My mother struggled with her weight throughout my childhood, and I never heard anything critical from her so I'm hopeful this is just the immaturity of youth. And I note, these letter were not intended for public consumption.
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