Wednesday, September 21, 1927
Cold, fair
I wish we could have a fire but the furnace isn’t in shape. Painters finished. Got so cold and it clouded up after noon that I built a fire. We were waiting on furnace men but don’t believe they will get here for a few days. Marjorie has a bad cold now.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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