Sun., 2 Raw & cold. Get dinner & Karl, Henrietta & Warner come. Have fish & a big strawberry shortcake. Grace attends church. The Fisher girls call. Write the Bulletin & read a little.
Perhaps the “Fisher girls” were relatives of Henry?
And here is a poem from Green Mountain Echoes:
I do not sigh for the Golden Streets
Or long for the Crystal Sea,
For my heart is thralled
By a golden bird
That sings in an apple tree.