Friday, August 7, 1925
Finished my ironing and sat and did my mending while I rested. The boys all are so well and happy these days. They surely are growing now. Ned says lots of words and is as cute as a button these days. The boys think there never was a baby as sweet.
(I guess a benefit of the older boys being grounded to their own yard and house is they spent more time with their little brother, Ned, who was 2 at this time. Grandma still refers to him as the "baby". I assume she stopped that once she had her next baby in a few months.
And for those who read the diaries all spring, it is nice to no longer have to read about all that illness they had, isn't it?)
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This is so cool! I stopped by to say thanks for visiting Petunia's Garden and saw this blog. I'm working on typing my mother in law's childhood memories she's written(born 1926) from a homestead in Montana to teen years in the 40s. Thanks for sharing the diaries!
ReplyDeleteI'll be back to read more.