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Charlie's best remark was as they were leaving and there were several cars parked near us, Willie said. "Guess the Masinoffs are having a celebration. Isn't it some sort of Jewish holiday." Charlie looked at me and said, chuckling. "Rosh Hashanna? or something like that." But tonight I couldn't help thinking that Charlie is somewhat of a GE tragedy too.

Erie, Pa.
Sunday, Oct.2, '38
Felt rather low the early part of the day. The Colonel was supposed to come and he didn't. That was a let down. Sunday is frequently depressing, always has been for me. The aftermath of last night's hilarity, etc., is downers. This afternoon we drove to the Peninsula and took a walk out there through the woods. I had that feeling of understanding people like Thoreau - out there along the pleasant trails, the air cool and clean, the trees above us, leaves turning, the lagoons, blue sky and sand dunes. Here was that fleeting, elusive feeling of wisdom, to ditch all work and prosaic things to live in freedom in nature - roam the fields and woods, forget the world and its artificial cares, and live as God probably meant us to live. The children gathered rocks, sticks and colored leaves.

The high spot of the day was Gigli on the Ford Hour. It is his first broadcast in America in years, and his voice seems mellower and more beautiful than ever.

Got in a few good cracks at Uzzell's exercises, which I am determined to stick out. They are like scales to a pianist and I know that, while tedious, they are what I need. By X-mas, I should be ready to start some real story writing again and be in position to make the grade.

Discussed possibilities with Willie of buying a home this spring. All we need is money. A chance she suggested is trying to get Irene to buy her share of the 4th St. property with some of the money Aunt Annie left her. $4000 from that would do the trick otherwise it looks like too much of a shoestring.

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