Friday, June 26, 1925
Ironed till 1:00. Got all done. I washed this week and a few pieces left over from last week and week before done, too. Feel awfully bum. The boys all better. Dick had a little fever this PM. Wish Albert’s gland would go down to stay. He has a better appetite but so pale and thin. It makes my heart ache to see him. Will he ever get over it?
(Sounds like they were getting back to a little bit of "normalcy", whatever that meant for them. I'm sure their laundry did stack up while Grandma was sick.)
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I wonder how often they wore something before they laundered it? With a family of 6 people I do about 4 super-sized loads a day. And I NEVER iron anything.
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