It was serendipity
to have Mittie's Journal to read and share in 2008. The calendar days of 1941 are the same as 2008. Richard received the Journal from his mother, Fannie, and gave the Journal to his cousin Betty in spring 2008. This great-granddaughter first had it in hand in July 2008. For a few weeks it was transcribed to email for family. Mittie's Journal blog began October 12, the anniversary of the day Mittie and Rufus landed at Gip, Oklahoma 1892 in open prairie. Check out that Journal entry. It is a blessing to share this Journal with others. To stay in the matching year the remaining Journal days appear in the Journal Archive as they are posted. Thanks for stopping by. The 1936 journal and part of 1937 is also available for transcribing. Work in progress.
January 19, 1941, Sunday
Bright, warm Sunshine. Cold South Wind. Weather not so cold as yesterday. To look out my Window South it appears to be beautiful and pleasant Outdoors. My nite was more restful and pains not so numerous, was awakened several times by coughing and ear hurting. Throat is slowly healing. All except myself sleeping late. I had to get up to doctor throat and ears. Then I put Coffee and Oats on to cook. Dad come down and fried eggs and sausage, then Frank and Mary. Mary put the chicken on to cook before leaving for Oklahoma City. She will do some shopping while there. Opal Farnsworth went with her. They will return tomorrow night. Scripture reading Phil. 4:8-23
Frank washed Breakfast dishes and finished dinner of Chicken and Dumplings, asparagus, cottage cheese, pears and fruit pies. Grace and her five children drove up while we were eating, then the table was set for them to eat their dinner. We had enough food cooked for all.
Cecil, Lena, her mother Mrs. Standley, and her sister Elaine Gore and husband Dick come to spend afternoon with us. Mrs. Standley will start home in the morning with her children to Thurman, Iowa. I hope they have a nice day for traveling and good luck, no mishaps or accidents.
Thus went the Day I thought would be long. Often when we Dread anything we find at the End there was nothing to fear. We Borrow troubles. The little Sparrow sings the Heavenly Father will care for me.