Sunday, December 18, 1927
Cold, snow flurries
Mama’s big day. She has talked of nothing else except Eastern Star for months. Uncle Jess sent us 2 turkeys. Plenty! Everybody seemed to enjoy themselves though I had rather dreaded it, the kids usually make Mama so nervous.
(Grandma didn't note in her diary that this was her birthday. She turned 35 on this day.)
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