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A Western Union boy brought a quart of ice cream from Mrs. Carr, Miss Giblin, Doc Gillilan, Rudy Krape Henry Guy and Art Parker, which I appreciated.

Erie, Pa.
Friday, July 19, 1940.

I got up at 7 AM, took a bath, shaved and got dressed as usual and outside of feeling a bit wobbly on my pins, and my throat being sore, I felt about normal and looked pretty well too. Spent the day sitting  in the yard in the sun or in the house reading, took a nap after lunch, went to the beach in the afternoon and sat in the sun while the children bathed. - a ride this evening winding up at the airport to see the 8:25 PM PCA liner from Pittsburgh come in.

Forgot to mention that yesterday Rog, against orders was using my hatchet as a hammer, and hit himself in the head with the blade, gashing his scalp so Willie had to take him to see Dr. Gannon but it was nothing serious. We have been rather disturbed about Rog lately - he has such a short and violent temper and is sometimes very morose - goes off by himself after a flare-up, mentions "getting rid of" himself, "nobody loves me", etc. Willie talked to Gannon about it today and he advised paying as little attention as possible to it - said it is just a phase he's going through.

Between Rog and me and all her other duties this week, Willie has been about wild and has lost weight but I think the worst of it is over now. All in all this week has been no bed of roses for her either.