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full moon attended by one bright star, stood out above the little church. All the light from the moon was white. In contrast was the yellow candlelight shining through the old windows and out the door, lighting with a yellow glow, those who stood outside. The blue-black sky, the silver-white moonlight, the mellow yellow of the candle flames, the black silhouette of the little chapel against the sky, the people standing around the door -- what a picture it made, and how much I wanted to make a picture of it.

[[underlined]] To Mother from Shoals, July 9, 1925: [[/underlined]] Last night was the occasion of the Great Marshmallow Roast but Willie and I went with the Dorchester crowd (Newt Lincoln's game) and we had a lobster roast all our own. There were about 25 present. I am still surviving this morning. so am convinced I have a strong constitution. Willie has not come down yet so I don't know how she survived. I guess she did though. You know lobster roasts -- lobster, marshmallows, sour pickles, ginger ale, saltines, cookies rolls, etc. Isn't that a lovely combination? ...... These moonlight nights have been beautiful. The moon comes up like a big orange out of the ocean, and when it gets higher, turns to a lovely yellow.

[[underlined]] To Mother from Shoals, July 10, 2915: [[/underlined]] Willie and I caught the 8:30 boat and had a nice ride to Portsmouth yesterday. It was a beautiful morning -- just the kind one would want for people to see the Shoals for the first time. When we arrived in Portsmouth, there was no sign of anyone, so we went and got a shine. After that, I got a haircut and Willie did some shopping. At 10:45, we went back to the pier rather disappointed and wondering whether to stay in Portsmouth all day or not. But as we came in sight of the dock, there they were waiting for us. And so I met my further father and mothers-in-law. Mr. Frischner looked the same except that he was dressed in summer clothes including a very gay Panama hat with a blue and cream band on it. He was awfully cordial and nice and relieved me of any nervousness at once. Mrs. Fritschner is just as nice as she can be too. She is rather quiet and reserved but nevertheless awfully pleasant and cordial. She is something along Miss Comstock's type as to appearance, being quite dark -- dark-brown hair just beginning to gray (she is fifty, Willie tells me), dark-brown eyes, and skin slightly dark. She is just about Miss Comstock's size -- not quite as large. I would describe her face as being kind and gentle. She is a very lovely lady and I know you will like her. But [[underlined]] you [[/underlined]] are [[underlined]] my [[/underlined]] mother first, last and always. Mr. Fritschner is a regular boy just as Wilie has told me. He was hailed with great joy by the two other girls here from Louisville just as though he were their father too. He seemed never to be able to get over Willie's tan and how well she looks -- laughed and "carried on" with her for two or three miles out of Portsmouth. He is a great tease too, a regular boy. Willie says he is right in his element when he gets with young people.