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[[header]] DESKAIDE * THE SILENT SECRETARY * 1942 [[/header]]

DECEMBER
30
WEDNESDAY

Rainy + cloudy. In the morning Mother went down town (to work on her flea-beetles in the museum) + I stayed home. I got up late (8:00) took a bath, ate, + practiced piano, wrote last thank-you letter - for book "Clara Barton" I got from Helen Curtis (Mass.) [[strikethrough]] in [[/strikethrough]] a couple of days ago. After lunch when I got home I got a letter + little book from Miss Schieber with $1 in it!! Mother says she doesn't want me to pay her back for the embroidery any more so I won't. So I have no money in bank + $1.70 for bond (got 70 cents in stamps in book) + got $1 today) I got a handkerchief (very pretty) too. I got a thank-you letter from Helen Bullock for wooden picture + paper beads. Later I went to see Dolores for a short time. but went home because her mother was "so nervous". So went to Carolyn's + worked on handle of basket.
[[top margin]] hard - running stitch [[/top margin]]

[[continues left margin]] When I got home a plasterer was there - he mended crack in my bedroom [[strikethrough]] after sup [[/strikethrough]] + in living room above front door. But we still have to paint  [[/left margin]]
[[continues top margin]]-get someone to do it but hard. The plaster might have soon fallen in. We had to move out everything but got it back first before dad got in - at 6:30. [[/top margin]]
[[continues right margin]] He was slow to notice it! I wrote on my novel. Dad goes to Beltsville to work every day except 1 day when he can go to office in Washington. He went there today since last [[/right margin]]
[[bottom margin]] Sat. He has had to work all day Sat.   instead of 1/2 day. [[/bottom margin]]

[[footnote]] "Originality is simply a pair of fresh eyes" -T. W. HIGGINSON [[/footnote]]

[[header]] DESKAIDE * THE SILENT SECRETARY * 1942 [[/header]]

DECEMBER
31
THURSDAY

Fair at last & windy. In the morning mother went down town + I stayed home. At lunch mother got home - she got me a brown diary like this + a brown (dark) hat for herself + calfskin leather purse + exchange slippers for Dad - others were too big (size 11). In the afternoon I went over to Dolores's expecting to go to the movies, we couldn't her mother was nervously sick. So I stayed + drew etc. In the afternoon I strung the seeds of a big winter squash - about 190 big white ones. Pretty necklace. Goodby, old year! (Carol called me up in the evening, pretending to be Horace)

[[footnote]] "Education is the best provision for old age" -ARISTOTLE [[/footnote]]