ToDay is the Birthday of
Fair and cold, wind No.
Mowed lawn and picked grapes, found some real mushrooms in Ida’s field.
Blue jays, cedar wings and robins are flocking up.
Thel and Ski are working for Earl today.
The girls called up from Mabbit’s to arrange to give Eleanor a party Monday night at Berts.
Saw a grey squirrel on my toolshed, it appeared quite tame.
I am still lame from slipping on Toot’s stairs last Monday night.
Bertha Lee called up tonight, she hasn’t heard from Bob for the last three weeks.
I oiled the floor for Thel tonight and put up some fly stickers.
The Driscolls are still here.
Saw a woodchuck over at Henry Hornblowers.
Had company tonight, have to put on the next page.
“Every man is the son of his own works.” Cervantes
Arrowheads Up the Hill 