Friday, March 31, 2006

Tuesday, March 31, 1925

Tuesday, March 31, 1925

Dale laid around with hot water bottle most of the day. I washed and ironed the rough pieces. We all have pretty bad colds in our heads. Gilbert seems to feel bad, too. He is not like himself anymore. He hasn’t decided whether I am pregnant or not. No signs of anything yet, but what else could be the trouble with me?

(Fair weather and a fair day for all. Spring-time colds, toothaches. What else could be the trouble? As we all know, she is pregnant at this time.)

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