Thursday, August 25, 1927
Cool
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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