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Friday May 19" 1882. Spent the day packing away things to leave for the summer. My picture went to Buffalo sent by Wilmont. In the evening Calvert, Emma Brace and I went to Wallachs new theatre and saw "La Belle Russe" with Rose Coghlan as the principal character. It was a dreadful play and made me feel badly. Emma's father and mother and her mothers sister Dora sail for Europe at 7 tomorrow morning.

Saturday 20". Came home by 11 oclock train for the summer. They were sorry at Marys to have me go and I left them all with regret for they are all very dear to me. I cant help feeling badly even at these temporary partings. When I got home found Lucy, Girard and his wife had gone to N.Y. with the Mary Powell. We met her just this side of Yonkers with her flags all flying and the Eastman College students on board. I thought of Jensen and how he had looked forward to this day and now he was in his grave.

Sunday 21. Sara and I walked over to the cemetery after breakfast. The grass is growing nicely on our lot which we had graded last fall but I fear the sweet brier I set out on dear Gertrudes grave is not going to grow. We walked around by Jenson Andersons new made grave and then came home. It has been a pleasant day with a tinge of melancholy in the air. The apple blossoms are slowly coming out and the leaves are slowly unfolding but it looks more like the first of May than the last. Sam Cuykendall came up this afternoon ostensibly to talk about buying the Stephan place for the "Home" but before he left he spoke to me about buying my place and about 175 feet this side of it to build upon. I told him we would sell and we walked over and looked at it and I think he wants it. He said he would talk to his wife but they have referred to it before and I am in hopes we will make a bargain with him. 

Monday 22. Dismantled my room today preparatory to having it cleaned. Carried the pictures out and all the small articles which I wiped off carefully. There seems no end of the things in this room. I got rid of some things which were of no value but still which had some associations connected with them. It costs me a pang to destroy any thing I ever had with which dear Gertrude is even remotely connected but I find it is better to put some of these things out of my sight. The room