Saturday, February 12, 1927
Fair but cold
I fell so depressed these days, as if something awful is about to happen. Uncle John’s death is awful enough, if I didn’t feel as if it were a beginning. Albert broke a looking glass yesterday which might mean something to the superstitious.
(Aunt Marjorie wrote, "Mother always claimed she was not superstitious. I do remember though when she asked me to sow some cucumber seeds in her garden when I was pregnant because 'seeds would grow when a pregnant woman sowed them'".
I've never heard that say before!)
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Back then I don't think there was any help for depression, especially thru medicine. Now she would be on Prozac. Although, if I were in her shoes I would be depressed too. Faulty furnace, not much money, no household help to speak of. Also having to take public transportation to go anywhere with 5 (6 later) kids is enough to wear anyone out.
ReplyDeleteJust fixing meals, cleaning the house, and doing the laundry for such a large family would depress me.
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