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Summer 1923
DEAR DIARY
by the wife of a barnstormer.

Chgo.--Friday nite.
Dear Diary;
My darlink_hubby Buck just announces that we fly to Atlantic City, starting Sunday: "Aintlove grand?" -- C.D.Dickinson, mechanic, BuckII (age fourand a half) -- and yours trooley (as Buck spells it). Lets see --- going back to Jersey -- my home -- Clothes! gotta look as great as they are -- these boys of mine. Laundry not back -- cannot be late or seem to rush -- flying back home --- whee --

Buck home from Tenn. have to make up for lost time lovin --- Life is great--

Chgo.--- Sat. nite.
Dear Diary;
To-day is a "scorcher" for June. Bought Buck II clean suits. Shortern the legs en route. First long ride in a cabin job. Can show the girls more of my darlink's ingenuity -- (This is a Bregget -- with a cabin where the pilot useter be. Of course he is smart!) New dress for me -- wont squash too much-- Buck's other flannel shirt is clean (the one with the "turned" collar. Buck ripped te collar off with a razor blasé while I got supper. The rest is easy. Due to the versatility of an aviating husbing I can really sew.
Leaving before noon. Who said a youngster cramps your style -- not in this family. we are Buddies.

Sunday-AshburnFie Field.
Dear Diary;
Delay-- well it always is so. Find the Pilot-- oh, no! that's the mechanic to do the greasy work-- yes --Buck is getting to look that way -- that old Renault aure throws the oil-- and look at her smoke hot dawg. We are ready. Now little Buck will retain a semblance of cleanliness
Later --
There are the some stacks of Gary, Indiana Calumet Lake is like a duck pond back there. Those are not mts. [[?]], they are sand dunes. uzzle: find the line where horizon and water meet. Bud is relaxing a good bit now. We are in the two front seats. C.D. has an altimeter in his pocket. Buck folded his Rand Mc Nally so he can follow it to Bryan. Now wasn't that a regular Pepsodent smile he flashes then? Some of the boys use compasses but Buck seems to think them superfluous.
Suppose like Huck and Tom I should be disappointed the state lines are not known by thei colors, We are over into Ohio now and it is the same color as Ill. Getting rougher. Nice black clouds. Storm to our