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things that represent the real values of life -- love, beauty, truth, nature, music, art, literature--the things that remain unalterably worthwhile from year to year and century to century.
  A week later I took a day off to nurse my "strain" and read a book, "The Macadem Trail," by Mary Winn, telling of a 10,000 mile journey around the United States by motor bus. I was fascinated by it and envied her her job writing such a book. It was illustrated by pencil sketches by J.C. Suydam, and I envied him. At the time, such a life as that appealed to me beyond words but I was sensible enough to grant that it would probably appeal to a lot of people. Whenever I was laid up as I was that day, I appreciated as at no other time, the value of living right and well, of having one's health and strength. And so I made new resolves in my responsibility to Willie and Bab and the little brother or sister to come so soon now. I knew there couldn't be any responsibility more urgent or more precious.
  Roger was born on May 24th and once more we felt very much blessed and were very happy. And then followed the two discouraging, disheartening weeks in the hospital with Willie repeating the identical trouble she had with Bab due to an adherent afterbirth ending in the necessity for a curettage as before. After this, however, she came along fine as did Rog. Unfortunately, in Roger's case I did not keep a diary of his first two months or so as I did with Bab so I have little more to report on him for awhile. As for Willie, by mid-June she was doing extremely well and was so happy that she was just about bubbling over.
  In spite of the Depression, we indulged in various diversions and had a pretty good time doing it. Because of her trip to Louisville in February and the advanced state of her pregnancy after returning, Willie couldn't participate in very much of this until after Roger was born but got back into the swing of things in the early summer. Early in March we had premature signs of spring on the Peninsula; in fact, neither the lake nor the Bay had been frozen all winter which was exceptional. On March 1st the fishing fleet began its season, a record early start. On March 5th we drove to the Peninsula and Bab had a grand time skipping stones on the beach. It was clear and sunny and the city presented its beautiful picture across the blue water of the Bay. Fishing boats could be seen on the lake, the bridle paths were full of riders and spring was surely in the air. But the next morning we awoke to find a roaring blizzard in progress and we took Bab for a ride on her sled, quite a contrast to the day before. And as a result of the unexpected blizzard, we were running low on coke and went to bed early that Sunday night due to lack of heat. But we'd had one break -- Baldwin had recently installed weather-stripping and the house was much tighter. The following morning we had to stoke the furnace with wood but Gebhardt delivered coke at 9 a.m., saving the day. And the blizzard continued for two more days -- it was the first real snow of the winter!