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Mon., 11 Morning devotions. Get a bath, which doesn’t happen every morning. Two books come for Ruth from the Markhams, father & son. Pick and “look over” a few currants, get dinner, etc. After dinner, Wilma & Shirley go out … Continue reading
Sat., 13 Morning devotions. Ruth makes pies, gets dinner, also picks currants & makes jell. (sic) I do a little mending. Send a letter to Tute Royce. Henrietta comes in the afternoon. She & Grace go to the Cottage. Rain. … Continue reading
Mon., 19 Warm weather. Work in the currant bushes & look over currants the rest of the time. Grace goes down town after dinner. Send the Bulletin & Ben’s papers & a letter to Mr. Lovejoy.
Sat., 26 Have a very busy day. Make raspberry & currant pies. Have greens for dinner. Cold pack 3 can raspberries. Glean quite a few from our bushes. Feeling under the weather. Pick sweet peas & wish they were for … Continue reading
Fri., 25 Ben’s birthday. Rain last night & this morning. Look over currants & make jelly. Have a dozen glasses. Tuttle kills & picks a hen which I clean. H brings some raspberries.
Thurs., 24 Not so good a day as yesterday. More clouds & sprinkles of rain. Glean 13 quarts of currants from our bushes. Write a little.