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54 father died on Saturday but she played all the same. It seems he was a drinking man and I dare say his death was a relief to the whole family Tuesday Jan 21" 1890. I see by the paper that the State Prison Commission appointed to find a new location for the Sing Sing prison have recommended the purchase of Fairview, Capt. Andersons place in Eropus for 37.500. It is not a pleasant idea to me. Began a little Winter, a recollection of a scene at Nyack Turnpike as I see it from the train. Went up to Dr. Patchins as usual. Came to my room early and wrote to Mrs. Dailey and to Jas. Gifford to acknowledge the receipt of the painting materials he sent me. Wednesday 22. The wind blew a hurricane this morning and has continued to blow all day and it is bitterly cold. Painted on my little winter but it does not please me. Went to Dr. Patchins as usual. I spent the evening at Marys and came to my room a little after 9. I feel more vigorous this bracing weather but so easily get out of breath. I am sore in my back, I presume from too vigorous rubbing yesterday at Dr. Patchins Thursday 23. Still cold and threatening snow, and all day it has snowed by [spits?]. I went up to Mott haven and called on Frederick Remington. He showed me his pictures and sketches which are always interesting to me. He was at work on an illustration of a horse down, and struggling with wolves. It was a cold day and snowing a little, a typical winter day and about the only one I have experienced so far, and I enjoyed being out in the open air. It was pleasant too to see a part of the city with which I am not familiar. Remington has a wife but no children. I did not see her but she requested him to ask me to stay to lunch, which I declined as I had not been expected. I took the Madison Av. car to 125" St on my return and walked over to the 6" Av Elevated road at 8" Av. It was just the weather I love, when I feel best and am happiest I love the short, grey winter days, the frosty air and the invigorating out of door oxygen, and am always sensible of a little regret when the days begin to lengthen and the doubtful weather begins which is neither cold nor warm. - I cut this notice of Paddocks death from the Tribune today. I used to meet him in society but for a number of years have not seen him - Wood came in to tell me that Robt. Wilkinson was nominated by the Century admissions Committee last night, and I had a letter from Geo. Smillie to the same effect which I have replied to thanking him for his interest in my candidate. [[newspaper clipping]] PADDOCK - On Wednesday, January 22, suddenly, at his late residence. 42 West 49th-st., Franklin A. Paddock, in the 63d year of his age. Funeral service at St. John's Church, Delhi, N. Y., on Saturday morning, January 25, at 11 o'clock. [[/newspaper clipping]] Friday 24" The weather remains wintry. Have painted a little on my small winter picture and spent a part of the day clearing and cleaning in my chest of drawers and book shelf. My room is not half taken care of and as I am unable to get things done properly I do them myself to avoid trouble. I understand our housekeeper is to leave in the spring and I will try to stand it until then. She is totally unfit for the place and we are all tired of her. - Went to Dr Patchins as usual which sadly interferes with my day. Called at Fred Nortons this evening. Gertrude [Tremper?] is visiting there. They invited me to dine with them on Wednesday to meet Mrs. Boorman Johnston and one of her daughters. This is my mothers birth day. Saturday 25". Mary and I went to a reception at Joe Cornells. It was cold and windy. There was the usual canopy over the side walk, the usual crush of well dressed women. After paying our respects to the host and hostess, Joes daughter Mrs. Young and his sons wife we got away quietly. What people do this sort of thing for is a mystery to me. I cant see what pleasure or satisfaction it can be to any one except as an occasion to air fine dresses. In the evening as we were sitting in the Parlor Julia Wilkinson came in. She had been to Princeton and expected to meet Robert here, but had got left and he had gone home. We arranged to go up with the 9.55 train on the West Shore tomorrow stop and I took her to the Everett where they usually stop and where she had a room and then went around to the Century where I spent the evening pleasantly. Eastman Johnson asked me if I knew Howard Butler and I told him I did not. He said "I have nominated him for the Century and I want to find some one to second him as I have never seen any of his work." I asked him Saturday 25". Mary and I went to a reception at Joe Carvills. It was cold and windy. There was the usual company on the side walk, the usual crush of well dressed women. After paying our respects to the host and hostess, Joe's daughter Mrs. Young and his sons wife we got away quietly. What people do this sort of thing for is a mystery to me. I can't see what pleasure or satisfaction it can be to anyone except as an occasion to air fine [dresses?]. In the evening as we were sitting in the parlor Julia McKinnon came in. She had been to Princeton and had expected to meet Robert here but had got left and had gone home. We arranged to go up with the 9:55 train on the [west?] [shire?] tomorrow and I took her to the Everett where they usually stop and where she had a room and then went around to the [Century?] where I spent the evening pleasantly. Eastman Johnson asked me if I knew Howard Butter and I told him I did not. He said "I have nominated him for the Century and I want to find some one to second him as I have never seen any of his work." I asked him
