Sunday, June 04, 2006

Thursday, June 4, 1925

Thursday, June 4, 1925
Hot

Baby so bad his temperature 103. Poor little soul doesn’t know his daddy or brothers. His feeble cry for “mama” all the time breaks my heart. Gilbert and Albert better. My mother is never on hand when I really need her. But she seems to think she helps me a lot to hear her talk. Dick bit by Kersey’s dog and G. attacked.

(I am not sure what "G. attacked" is all about.)

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