September 20 Monday, 1943

ToDay is the Birthday of

Fair and warm, Wind SoW.

Missed Chet on the hill.

Mrs. H and I picked a bushel of wild grapes on the avenue.

After dinner, I saw Bud and had a talk with him, he is looking fine. Went over to the Vickery lot and picked over two bushels of grapes.

After supper I changed into my uniform and took a ride with Eleanor as far as Toot and Maya. Toot is building a new hen house.

Toot took me down cellar to see all the stuff that Maya has put up for winter.

This week is State Guard recruiting week, I hope that get their quotas.

All the of the panes of glass have slipped out of Percy Finney’s skylight, he will be able to dig snow in his attic this winter.

“Watch lest prosperity destroy generosity.” H.W. Beecher

One Reply to “September 20 Monday, 1943”

  1. It’s a joy to follow in my grandfather’s footsteps. We used to pick the wild grapes along Sandwich Road as a child, and my mother would make batches of grape jelly. I’ve been watching my Concord grapes for the past couple of weeks, trying to decide the best time to pick them for making jelly..and now I know! I’m sure the birds have been watching their ripening as I have.

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