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this man Dan Nolan, but when I tell him I can do him in one time he laughs and says "bring in your palette some day. That sounds very tempting." Bagley says he has negatives of a great many Copleys and can make prints for me has Mrs Watts and P Chardon that I want especially. Bagley says Red Cross Knight is owned by Gordon Dexter son of Mrs F. Gordon Dexter who has 27 Copleys and who is not on speaking terms with son Gordon. [[underlined]] Must get right [[/underlined]] to [[underlined]] use [[/underlined]] this in my book remember owner is [[underlined]] Gordon Dexter. [[/underlined]] T says Richard Codman wrote RCV that nephew Bogden Codman has photo of their Copley.
Saturday night Sep 7 9:30 Im writing again in the Salem Post Office Again I've had a trying day. This morning I left Gloucester while Carol was away with the children stopped at Val's a minute met Fern there who says he must go to a hospital - Val was depressed for lack of money but insisted on sharing his meagre lunch with me . I get car to go to Boston stop at Library & find in the Hartford "Courant" the terrible news of little Gertrude Bouchers funeral. Look up earlier paper and see notice of the poor childs death at Madison no cause given, I'm struck terribly with this as I recall how bright how happy how sunny how beautiful - that young life was - and now - gone. Poor mother Gertie oh poor girl
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I decide not to go on to Hartford not to go on but to return to Carol and my little ones My affair in Hartford must wait untill Im through in Gloucester. God bless the little child. God bless her poor mother Gertie Oh what trials what hardships - father, and now this bright little innocent . God help us. What tragic days these are When I stopped this morning on the hill near my studio to see Miss McIntosh's big Gloster picture I found An' Imlach in her studio and he said he had registered for the draft for the war and he told me I could do so here without going away. So here we are now all of us 18 to 45 ready to be lined up. Tragic days and yet there seems like something by and [[strikethrough]] lou [[/strikethrough]] terrible and fine in all this tragedy. What staggering blows. And to think where they fall. Poor Gertie oh poor little girl.
First I could do was to write to her in the library immediately after seeing the news in the paper. Poor dear god help her. Anin at Gloucester Find Carol abed and Aunt Theresa not arrived. Carol says Mrs[[?]] called and just as she was leaving Walter Eital and Anderson she met on the way to see me.
Sunday 8 Sep. dark day again Out in morn to pick berries with Jerome & Teresa. Hear someone calling on the hills "Hello Jim" and see Earnhardt tall fig coming over the rocks and through the bushes. I came down and we have dinner. G