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moon that failed to appear almost fifteen years ago to the day and how its non-appearance maybe changed the whole course of my life and someone else's too. The full moon of late May will always bring that back.

We wound up unromantically in the "Eagle Room" of the Tavern Hotel drinking a few before retiring and playing the bloated phonograph. The "Beer Barrel Polka" was the favorite and made an opening to talk to a young couple in the next booth that seemed to be bride and groom. Just that little conversation seemed to rather save the evening.

And when we got out keys, a telegram was handed to Neil from Mrs. Knowles relaying a wire from Putnam. V.P. of the Montpelier & Wells River, saying we should postpone our visit as he would be out of town tomorrow. So once more I saw evidence of lack of arrangements, hit or miss and for a while it rather griped me. But I went to sleep. Tomorrow we go to Proctor to see Mr. Keefe if he'll be there.

Rutland, Vt.
Thursday, June 1, 1939.
We started out bright and early this lovely spring morning for Rutland and Proctor where the Vermont Marble Co. is located. The green mountains were lovely fresh and fragrant and beautiful. The little farms in the long valleys were active with plowing and planting, their fruit trees blossoming in the sun.