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103 Erie, Pa., Monday, November 15, 1926. This morning I started my new job, which is to be on gas and oil—electric locomotive and electric ship propulsion design work. Mr. Webb was exreemely kind and cordial to me and made me feel right at home the first thing -- said the difficulties were all passed now and he had every confidence that I would make good -- that he had chosen me from the start from Miller, Somerville and me and had wanted to see me get the deal that I deserved -- another good friend I feel sure. I must now show them all that I can make good, more than make good, do work that is far above the average. So I plugged into a study of all the new equipment for the three tankers for the Atlantic Refining Co. under Mr. Dunham's supervision, spending a1l day studying wiring diagrams, sketches and correspondence. It is at first a bit of a puzzle and maze but it wont take long to straighten things out and in a few days I shall begin to do some real work. I wonder what Mother's father would think if he knew his grandson was designing electric ships to ride the waves he sailed so many, many glorious years. And so we are off at last upon our real work to make of it a glorious success, a record to be proud of. May God help us to make good in this as well as in Life's many other phases. Erie, Pa., Tuesday, November 16, 1926. Ten days have elapsed since I wrote in my diary and now it is Thanksgiving Day, November 25th. Mother has been with me for five of those days so I have spent every minute I could spare from work to be with her. Hence, the long lapse in the Journal of Forman H. Craton, which journal however is to go on with renewed vigor because its author feels it goes a long way toward making his life more [[underscore]]life[[/underscore]] than most people's. Mother and I had a really lovely visit together, she arriving Thursday evening, November 18th, and staying until Tuesday, the 23rd. We made out the lists for invitations and announcements and sent them on to Willie together with a telegram saying, January 22nd would be all right, since I got Mr. Webb's approval, and he the approval of Messrs. Tritle and Case. So that date is at last set and arrangements are being made.....Of late I have seen quite a bit of Lenore Sterrett and have grown to like her and admire her very much. While Mother was talking casually with Mrs. Dutton about Lenore, Mrs. D. unexpected told her the whole story of Lenore's life, which I'd never heard, merely knowing she's an orphan and cousing of Miles Sterretts with whom she lives. And her story is one of the most tragic I have ever heard. I'm not going to put it down here because I shall always have it indelibly impressed upon my memory. Enough here to say that in her memory is an experience more terrible than probably one in ten—thousand ever have to go through. Now I understand why she is nervous. And who now would ever dream, looking at that lovely girl, that ten years ago she went through what she did. And
