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Looked around a bit this afternoon for an early U.S. stamp for Rog for him to put on the first page of his stamp book.  He had one which I discovered I didn't have and as it was one of my supposed duplicates, I took it and put it in my book. It nearly broke his heart. He went off alone and cried and wouldn't tell us for a long time what was wrong. He was terribly disappointed because he wouldn't have a stamp on the first page. So I promised him that I would get him one. I think I've located a stamp store on Fremont when I can get him one or two.
Last night we drove up Beacon St. past the home where Aunt Sally Patrick used to live and it made me sad to think I hadn't stopped in to see her again. Now she is dead. Somehow, for a few moments, I realized how lonely mother feels to see her old friends dying like Sally. Some day, I shall be in that position - seeing the old friends of these young and happy days, falling away from me, and then I shall really know what it means.

Boston, Mass.,
Sunday, Mar.10,1940.
Spent most of the day in my room at the Parker House calculating the Bellows Falls to Fitsbury job for Larry. I did go to King's Chapel to church this morning, sitting on one of the high stalls where George Washington and other early notables may well have sat. Somehow, the thought of King's Chapel takes me back to Shoals days when all the Unitarian shrines were familiar and brought a rare thrill. Somehow today, that thrill is gone but I believe it could be recaptured. I believe in two weeks at Shoals would do it.