Monday, July 03, 2006

Friday, July 3, 1925

Friday, July 3, 1925

Ned slept better last night and wasn’t so feverish today, but awfully pettish and cross. Perhaps this attack won’t last long. Papa thinks not. Albert seems better. His glands going down. We have hopes of going to Crawfordsville in a week. They will surely be well enough by then. If I can get ready.

(Gilbert was from Crawfordsville, so they would go there to visit family. I am sure there was a lot for her to do to get everything and everyone ready for a trip like that.)

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