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Regardless, Walter seems in a better mood than for a long time; it may be put on but it looks genuine. Personally I like Walt; I think he has a lot on the ball. I like Maybelle too, I don't know what all the trouble is really about. But apparently there is serious trouble. How it will turn out nobody knows. Erie, Pa., Sunday, Nov. 13, 1938. Had a sort of colorless day, at least so it seems as I think back over it. Fussed around the cellar this morning, rearranging the "game room" and figuring on how to improve it with a few good ideas. "I got a idea!" as Rog says. Rog is building a "home" in the backyard with Boyd Burt. Orange crates are the chief source of material and he is commandeering them right and left with contracts at Karis, Kahkwa Grocery, A. & P. and any others he can line up. It resembles Frank Lloyd Wright's cabin in the desert on youthful lines. We discouraged his building a second floor with difficulty. But is he [[underlined]] busy [[/underlined]] at it! And he asks almost no help; just barges away and for a six year old, gets very surprisingly good results. Today he built a "loom" to weave on because Bab refused to let him use hers - made it out of kindling wood and nails for the pegs, and started a job on it - very independent. It is is a [[?]] to watch his projects. Willie and the children and I went to see "When With Wings", Wild Bill Wellman's "Cavalcade of Aviation", this afternoon, a beautifully filmed saga of aviation from the Wright brothers to the present and in color. Rog got a great kick out of it - knew all the different kinds of planes. Bab enjoyed it but not as much as "the man" I believe. Spent the evening on my plots of Peggy Watts, the girl engineer, and have three done that look like possibilities.