Sunday, March 12, 2006

Thursday, March 12, 1925

Thursday, March 12, 1925

I finished my ironing and most of my mending. Mama came over for a little while. Nothing of special interest happened. It was one of those days when you work all the time and can’t tell what you have done and at the end pile in bed tired as a dog. Gilbert went to the fathers’ meeting after supper.

(If you are feeling a little tired after reading the diaries so far because of how tired Ruth is, hang in there, some things are going to happen as spring comes along.)

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