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I am able of courtesy and consideration for others and to cultivate fine manners because they grow out of my heart's desire to make the Golden Rule my measurement of thought & action. I do not know of anything in everyday living that is a better insurance against small, worrisome faults than the innate courtesy of the well bred. And if good breeding didn't begin generations back of us, we can at least determine that it is going to start with us." ("These I will Keep" by Mrs. George B. Simmons) ....... Among people who try to practice luxury & charity at the same time the only ones who ever learn to care about other people, outside of their own families, are those who are attacked by a mortal disease themselves (Anthony Adverse) ...... Just because you are engaged, is no reason to shut off every avenue of escape. (Dan & Sylvia Radio)
Almost every day at tea my teaspoon is a Waldorf-Astoria spoon, made by Gorham. We also have cheap silver (German silver) spoons in the exact pattern of mother's latest I believe it is "1820". 
I slept most of the early part of the afternoon & Dick & I talked until supper time, - about "just things."

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[[underlined]] Saturday, February 22, 1936 [[/underlined]]
Most of the morning was spent mending and darning. About 11 o'clock the Hatchs came by to take us swimming. We went to the Aquatic Club - as nice a place as the one in Grenada - situated on the shore facing Young's island. From where we were we couldn't see Fort Duvernette. The sea was very nice and we didnt stay half long enough. I wish we could have gone earlier. 
The afternoon was spent working on a few stamps. The usual Saturday afternoon programs were on the air - & enjoyed.
I got the book "Green Hell" by Julian G [[/strikethrough]] Duguid from the library this evening.

[[underlined]] Sunday, February 23, 1936 [[/underlined]]
"It is one of the tragedies of travel that friendly personalities flash across one's path, and like shooting stars vanish forever in the darkness." - Green Hell. This is becoming quite true in my case. 
I went to church again this morning. The sermon was poor - and I hardly heard it at all. It was brought to my notice that Margaret the little Hatch girl is quite a pretty child. She was dressed most becomingly