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Erie, Pa.,
Sunday, May 7, 1939.

Another mid-summer day in the mid-80's, sun blazing down. I waxed the car, making it shine like a mirror and then put the top down. We all had a ride before lunch, driving leisurely down around South Shore Drive where the bay side places are perfectly beautiful in yellow forsithia, jonquils, daffodils, violets, and the trees and shrubs coming out in gentle, fresh new colors of opening leaves. We went on to the Peninsula but that was rather disappointing - it is still considerably behind the city because it is much cooler there and then too, the bare twisted remains of last winters storms are still in evidence to spoil the freshness of spring - too gaunt and evil looking for a happy appearance of spring. In the afternoon we took another ride down south of town, stopping to pick violets on a back road, again for ice cream cones at Amey's General Store at Sterrettania. The cones simply wilted in the heat and the destruction of clean dresses, shorts, and even my own trousers was terrific and the melted stuff dripped and blew in all directions. But we had a good time. When we got home I washed the car because of the immense accumulation of dust from the "exploring" and I couldn't stand to see my mirror finish thus defiled. Jack Benny, Charlie McCarthy, Ford Hour with Heifetz (marvelous!) and to bed early.