Thursday, December 21, 2006

Monday, December 21, 1925

Monday, December 21, 1925

Dale slipped upstairs while Albert and Dick were playing and I was washing and hulled all the peanuts for the candy before Dick missed him. I started to clean furniture. Want to clean the house but the boys dirty it up as fast as I clean. Feel awfully hopeless. Wish I had time to read more. “Little Journeys” are awfully interesting.

(Aunt Marjorie wrote that the peanuts were probably for peanut brittle, another favorite homemade candy.

I'm sure Grandma did find it hopeless to try to keep a house full of 4 boys and a baby clean!)

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