June 26, 1963
Wednesday, another beautiful day, 82, a little breeze and more humid but still clear and fair. I washed in pm when we got back from Vacation Bible School. David signs up for unemployment. Had a letter from Marilyn. 49 at Vacation Bible School.
Comment: Beautiful day on the hill, panoramic views of the old Catskills, tree leaves rustling in the wind. Not sure why David out of work but thank FDR for the FUTA act of 1939 that saw millions of people through hard times, including me and most of my family. ("If we don't learn from history, we are doomed to repeat it"...comes to mind in the current political environment of benefit curtailment and union-busting.) Mom and Marilyn sent letters almost daily to keep in touch. Our son David was in China and we could see his apartment and him and communicate almost daily if we wish to through online video and email. Here is a blog entry about the seasons on the hill:
Seasons On Hubbard Hill
And the seasons would come and the seasons would go and our whole world would change with the flow
As the sharp verdant springtime resolved in soft focus as the hills drowned in summer’s warm glow
And the mountains in Autumn were like purple haze that muted fall colors soaked through
Then winter’s keen breath brought the snow and white frost and another new year for us too.
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| View Of Catskills From Gilboa Cemetery Where Dad & Mom Are Buried |
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