Thursday, February 3, 1927
Gilbert forgot to call the service man, so I didn’t get to wash. Mama came over, and I felt just too lazy to work anyway. Marjorie is a darling these days, so short to be walking. Mama curled her hair over her finger real cute.
(It was Thursday, and Grandma usually washed clothes on Mondays. She must have been getting pretty far behind on the laundry.)
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