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To Anne Lindsey1
June 27, 1937 Vancouver Barracks, Washington
My dear Nan:
I found your nice note on my return from five days on the sea shore, where Mrs. Marshall had the loan of a cottage near Tillamook. Look that up on your map. It is famous for cheese, gorgeous scenery and the finest fishing in the northwest.
We were interested to know that you and May happened to hear the broad cast. I am sorry that you could not hear Katherine. The radio people were determined that she should say something, but she was adamant. The truth was, by that time of the evening she only wanted to sit and listen. The three fliers dropped in our lap at eight thirty of a Sunday morning; more than sixty press, radio and photographic peopl[e] had accumulated by ten or eleven; and the Ambassador, arriving at three thirty, only brought six in his party for lunch. Our house closely resembled a union station, except that all had but one object in view.
Entertaining the Russian air men would have been a ver[y] simple problem, except for getting them complete civilian outfits, altered and all, on a Sunday afternoon. It was the swarm of news people that we had to shelter—for it was raining hard all day and we could not leave them out in the weather. Three different broad cast setups were established in the house that evening. Fortunately, we have an unusually large place — tremendous hall, one living room, forty feet long and one about thirty feet square; also a detached library with phone, lavatory, etc., where we parked the press. In a large bed room at the back of the house we opened a complete clothing store, with outfits, in such quantities and sizes that any one could be satisfied. One item, there were fifteen pairs of shoes. Cheval glass, sewing machine, tailor to make alterations, three Russian interpreters to help the men in their choice and fitting. I think there were fourteen calls from Moscow in the first few hours. London had me on the phone within a half hour of the landing.
Enough of the Russians. Katherine and I have had a delightful time this late spring and early summer. Whenever we do not have a dinner date we take a frying pan, our fishing tackle, and drive to some lovely lake or waterfall to fish and cook our supper. These places are so numerous and so close by that is a delight to utilize them to the full; and the twilight lasts until almost nine o’clock. So we usually do not start out until after four.
Ten days ago we returned from a 1400 mile CCC inspection trip in Easter Oregon. I did the inspecting of camps, and she and I fished and did scenery in the intervals. We crossed mountain ranges seven times, cooked our lunch in mountain passes or by beautiful waters; spent one night in Canyon City, a famous tough, shooting gold mining town of the old days—one street wide, in a stream, and a dredge is working the creek bottom. K. landed between four indians at the corner in the one little eat joint, and one of the braves was drunk. She got quite a thrill out of that. We rested up several days at a lodge on Wallola Lake, near the Idaho line, and fished for rainbows with a back ground of snow peaks and ridges. Next week off again toward central Oregon, and plan to fish the famous McKenzie River and spent several days at Crater Lake.
I was off at maneuvers for a month in April and May, near Tacoma, Washington; and I return for some larger maneuvers the last two weeks in August. Katherine and Molly plan to meet me there at the close of the maneuvers, to motor up to Victoria and around Vancouver Island, British Columbia. Then the middle of August we are taking a party of people to Wallola Lake for a week, to end up at Pendleton Round Up for a day or two. I said August, but I meant September.
Katherine joins me in affectionate regards to you, May Catherine and the Armstrongs. We often talk of our delightful visit with you last September. K. objects strenuously to my dragging her, impromptu fashion to see my friends; but you all made everything so charming for her she has forgiven me my previous failures.
Incidentally, the lady whose wedding we were enroute through your place to attend at Exeter,2 will be with us here in two weeks, enroute around the world.
With my love,
G. C. M.
I fear poor Harry Cootes is in a sad way.3
Document Copy Text Source: Catharine L. Armstrong Papers, George C. Marshall Research Library, Lexington, Virginia.
Document Format: Author-typed letter signed.
1. Anne (Nan) Lindsey and her sisters May and Catharine Lindsey (Mrs. Egbert) Armstrong were childhood friends of Marshall in Uniontown, Pennsylvania.
2. Mrs. Emily Russell Brown.
3. Colonel Harry N. Cootes retired at the end of June, 1937. He died on October 29, 1938.
Recommended Citation: The Papers of George Catlett Marshall, ed. Larry I. Bland and Sharon Ritenour Stevens (Lexington, Va.: The George C. Marshall Foundation, 1981- ). Electronic version based on The Papers of George Catlett Marshall, vol. 1, “The Soldierly Spirit,” December 1880-June 1939 (Baltimore and London: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1981), pp. 546-548.