Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Thursday, August 15, 1929 - Out of Wilton, ND


Grace and I slept on a swing on the porch. The porch part was lovely but the swing wasn’t so hot. I liked Grace some but she kind of rubs me the wrong way. Ester is a peach and as cute as can be. I was terribly lazy all day today and I guess Grace was rather discussed with me because I didn’t want to do anything. Right after we had washed the breakfast dishes and made the beds I picked up a magazine and started to read and I read right up until lunch time. As soon as the dishes were done Grace wanted to go in swimming but I put her off by saying we would have to wait an hour. Well we did and I read then I made a pretense of getting started to go in but finally I just told her I didn’t want to go in. Mom tho’t I was sick because I never turndown an invitation to go swimming. But that just showed how tired I was. About four thirty I went out in a boat fishing with Pop. He caught one then I caught two and Clarence and I fixed them but they weren’t much good. Talked after supper.

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