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this that I am going to send to Milwaukee, and matting which Sara brought for my mothers room came today as well as the two parlor shades which I measured [[wrongly?]]. Tomorrow we will get my mothers room in order.
Saturday June 14" 1884. Cousin Rachel went to Walden today. We regretted to have her leave. Sara and I put down the new matting in my mothers room and got it all in order this forenoon. It is very pretty and makes what we needed a very nice guest chamber. We talked of our dear mother while we were at work there and how pleased she would have been with what we did. John McEntee and Girard  wanted me to go fishing with them and after dinner we drove out to Leggs mills but did not get there until after 3 o'clock. It was a cool grey day and we fished until nearly 7 catching 14 black bass. We did not get home until 8. Fuller did not come. this is the first anniversary of Maurices death. Sara told me she went over to the cemetery with some white roses from my mothers garden.
Sunday 15". The weather is remarkably cold. I slept under three blankets last night and could have borne another one. All day in the shade it has been too cool for comfort. It has seemed so lonely here. I wrote to Joe and to Alice. Just before dinner I went down and got John McEntee to come up and dine with us. He was alone at home Nannie having gone up to Clermont. He staid here until after 4 oclock. Sara and I have talked a great deal about my mother and Gussie and Maurice. They have been in our thoughts all day, and somehow the sense of their absence has been particularly felt today. I think it has been a homesick sort of a day with almost an autumnal feeling in the air. Girard brought me a letter from Mr. Gilman in Detroit to where I offered my little picture for $150. He says he can only spend a hundred and I think I will tell him to pay me the balance at his convenience.
Monday 16. It has been a pretty long and not very happy day. I begin to have worries and anxieties about my money affairs and cannot help looking into the future, vain as my experience teaches me it is. Then the sad thoughts of those who have gone are constantly present in this great silent house. Sara and I drove down to Ned Tomkins after tea and called on them. Ned and Henry Snyder were in the garden watering it with the hose from the hydrant supplied by the new water works. We had a pleasant call for they are always glad to see us.  When we came home I remarked how strange it seemed that there was no one here but my father. I am constantly oppressed with the idea that we three are alone here. It seems so unlike all our former family life. Mrs. Davis spent the day here and went to Kingston with Sara. I think she wishes she were back here again.
Tuesday 17. Mrs. Lindsley called. She looked very young and pretty but evidently finds Rondout pretty dull. A letter from Mary to say she is coming up tomorrow, enclosing a letter from Julia from the Kaatskill Mountain House where she and Henry are spending their honeymoon and having a delightful time. I have bustled about at all sorts  of things and yet found time to be troubled and unhappy over the daily anxieties of life.
Wednesday 18. It has been a hot day. I picked some cherries over at my place. A telegram came from Mary saying Julia was coming Saturday and that she could not come until Tuesday. This will leave me alone here as Sara and my father leave for Oneida Co. tomorrow. I had a talk with my father and advised him to take measures to sell this place if possible. It is too much care and there is too little money. It cannot go on so much longer. I am getting discouraged. He finally did not object but I can see he would regret to leave

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