Monday, August 25, 2008

Thursday, August 25, 1927

Thursday, August 25, 1927

Mama wanted me to come over as the boys were going to cut the grass. She said it would be about my last chance – I hope so. I went but she spends so much time running down Papa that I don’t enjoy her company.

(Aunt Marjorie wrote, "As I was growing up, Grandmother always gave me the impression that Grandpa was perfect!)

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