Easter Morn! Rain at 9 AM. A real Thunder Shower drenched everything. I arose at 7 A.M. and cooked Breakfast, ate alone. My lovely Bouquet of Tulips, Lilacs, Carnations and Ferns were gathered before the Shower. Many will rejoice over the Rain. Some will be disappointed who have gone far to witness the Passion Play at the Wichita Mountains. It is now so dark that the lights have been going for some time. Mary and Frank both at Clinton. That leaves Dad and myself here.
My room is prettily decorated with flowers cut and potted and Ferns, California Moss, Wandering Jew, Begonias and Geraniums of Ivy, Easter Greetings and plain double-blossomed ones. Scripture reading Col. 3:1, Matthew 28:1-9.
Dad is up late at 10:15 A.M. Wonder how we can get the mail this morning? The Car is gone. Dad won't go afoot through the mud after the mail.
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