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#6 continued Dear Diary; Buck phoned from Winburne last nite and my voice is gone -- from the tonsils -- and Phil had to tell him I couldn't talk and why -- and now this morning my eyes are so swolled up that I can hardly see the DOZEN and A HALF American beauty rose buds that he sent me. "Aint" women fierce, defe mable" Fourth week Dear Diary-- If that dear little husband of mine doesn't get home soon I'll die. The ship is ready now but Buck is having a series of boils and they now closing his eyes so he has to wait and his letters are pitifully brave they nearly burn me up; Boo-o-o-o-o! Well maybe you were never really in love. Dear Diary; BBud and "are visiting" Grandma Weaver to-day. I am just about so sick with loneliness I can't snap myself out of it. Gosh -- -o- my Gosh -- here is a wire long delayed that Buck is due at Ashburn at dark. Oh -- and it is nearly dark now -- no supper ready - no pretty little lights to great him in the house - no - us -- Buck just phoned that he is in -- the house -- oh how terrible -- I mean us not there -- well we are on our way and Buck flew the golden ton of trouble home. Whee -- do you hear me he FLEW it out of that little field out of trouble -- he finished what he started -- how many people can finish as nicely as they start -- if they finish at all [strikethrough] ? Oh, it is how we live out the forced landings not the straight flying that tells -- and Buck flew her home. Finish. 9/1930 - Buck flew Home! July 31 1924 Executed Oakwood cemetery [?]