Friday, May 26, 2006

Tuesday, May 26, 1925

Tuesday, May 26, 1925
More frost last night. Too bad things are high enough as it is. Albert’s glands getting red. It is going to gather I expect. Baby as peppy and sweet as ever and the two big boys fine. So interesting at this age. Always so enthusiastic about everything they do, which is all “real boy” stuff.

(I'm not sure what it means for a gland to gather, but it doesn't sound good. At least the other three boys were all healthy.)

1 comment:

  1. I think she means the gland will have information come to head like a boil. may have been a boil come to think of it.