November 22, 1964
Sunday, 15-39, sunny, cold and windy. Roberta brought girls up to church and they were here in pm and for lunch at night. Wayne and Laura went with David and took Doug to Kingston. Tweet, our parakeet died.
Comment: "lunch at night", kinda different...until now I'd forgotten about Tweet, our first and last pet bird, (I think) we ever had. I remember him flying around the house landing on our outstretched fingers and sometimes our heads, cool little bird....and he looked just like this.....
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