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Erie, Pa.
Sunday, Sept. 25, '38.

In general this seemed to be a gloomy day although bright and lovely outside. The European situation is tense and depressing. Rog was fussy about his medicine although much better today. The house was a shambles with the children's stuff all over the living room. Before dinner, Willie said she felt "numb" all over and her jaws ached and she was sure she had lockjaw. In a couple of hours, it all passed. Mother was not too cheerful. I was nervous with it all and this morning felt rocky from the ginger ale highballs. We heard Paderewski play from Lausanne, Switzerland, but with things as they are over there, even that beauty seemed like a mockery. We took a ride in the afternoon but the children cut up so, there was scant pleasure in that. It looked less like fall than two weeks ago. Tonight there was a brand new, moon just a curved line of gold in the west, and that was the first thing all day that seemed to cheer me. It seemed like a good omen. And then, later, after Rog had hit Bab in the eye with a towel, I held her on my lap and comforted her, and that seemed to to comfort me, renew desire to be good and worthy of her and all she thinks I am when she says, "Daddy." For she is so lovely and clean and sweet - makes me want to be supremely worthy to be her father.

Erie, Pa.
Monday, Sept. 26, '38
Felix was swamped trying to plot up the freight tests alone so I came to his rescue today and took over the 2500 ton run. Felix had spent much of the weekend on it, and proved again he's a worker. Bob didn't report today, probably because he "worked" last Monday, his day off. An examination of his temperature records shows them

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