Saturday, July 26, 2008

Tuesday, July 26, 1927

Tuesday, July 26, 1927

Ironed. The grass looked about dead on the bank so was sprinkling that when Anna and Ray drove up to tell me Anna wouldn’t come to spend the day with me this summer as she had promised. Feels too bad. Rained at bedtime.

(Aunt Marjorie noted that Anna Mock died of a heart attack about 10 years later...)

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