Thurs., 31 Morning devotions. Calamity befalls us. the ditch digger has broken the drain tile & a new one has to be substituted immediately. The men move the little flower house & the back lawn has an ugly ditch across its length & a pile of dirt covers the rest of it. Returns from Toledo tell me I have Toxemia, whatever that is. We talk with Ben in St. Albans. Letter from Anna.
My suspicion is that the test for “toxemia” was a kind of 1929 quack medicine.