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have much social life for the next 3 weeks while I'm away. So, as I'm going to Syracuse with Mother tomorrow, I decided to go.

Yesterday, I felt like getting away from the house for a while so went down to the Peninsula again. I thought Rog would go with me and I was disappointed when he wouldn't, being engrossed in playing with Bab. The place is a shambles of ice. Bushes are encrusted with it inches thick on every branch, the whole thing being flowed together so it looks like the bowels of a giant. There is heavy ice on trees, 30 ft. above the water level and 100 ft. from the water line. What a spray that must've been! The ice is forming out into the lake now. What a sombre scene it was – dark slate sky, dirty green water, brownish ice, spectral trees molded in ice, devastation everywhere. I hope to goodness my movies turn out okay. It is something to have a record of.

En route Syracuse to Albany,
Tuesday, Jan. 3, 1939.
Spent the morning at the office except for a run downtown to meet Mother and get the Power Of Attorney for her income tax signed before a notary. As luck would have it, the notary at the bank was out ill, the one at the Chamber of Commerce had left her seal at home and we finally got it done at Attorney Lord's office. It [[underline]]would[[/underline]] happen that way! I went home at noon, had lunch, packed and we caught the 2:35 PM train for Syracuse. When I got home at noon, Bab was having a stomach upset.