Thursday, old snow nearly gone, very little now. Cloudy and cold, 25, windy with light snow. We cleaned house all through. I ironed, Laura here for supper and David worked all day. New Years Eve...I'll be glad when the miserable thing is over again.
End of 1964: A message on the back inside hardcover of the diary reads:
We fume and spout
We mumble and grumble
Our feelings get hurt
We can't understand things
Our vision grows dim
When all the we need is a moment with Him!
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| New Years Eve In The Catskills....7am.... |
Comment: Mom not too happy with the carousing....last year, she did not even mention New Years Eve. They were visiting Marilyn in California and she probably did not have to face all the drinking and partying.....
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