Morning is cloudy and cooler, a cloud passed over that sprinkled a few drops down. My flowers are badly in need of moisture and cooler weather. The most tender ones curled up into a crispness. Maybe Rain will come along and save them before the roots die entirely.
Mary is preparing her chickens to fry for dinner and supper. The hot weather is so disagreeable to cook supper and by putting other foods with chicken, melon and fruits it completely fills and satisfies even if it's cold.
Dad and Frank are at the Store before 7 A.M. beginning another long day of work. Scripture reading Matt. 6:5-15. Lord's Prayer.
I wrote Essa this morning. After our Noon Lunch Mary took Dad to stock sale. I went to Del Rio, saw a good comedy. We bought Melons and Peaches while at Clinton to bring home. Mary went to Carnival at night. The rest of us were glad to retire early tonight. My bones and joints ache. Clouds are gathering. Maybe there will come a Rain soon.
January 1941
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