March 23, 1941, Sunday

Warm & Misty. A drizzle of Rain thru the night, clouds of Fog making the Air dense. Calm pleasant temperature. Have a very light blaze in Gas Heater to drive away the dampness that makes my lungs hurt and keeps me coughing. Dad and I ate Breakfast. Frank and Mary took their rest longer & later. Scripture reading Mark 10:45-52

We have the usual Sweet Peace that prevails in a God loving, Christian nation. Dad went to Sunday school. Cars are passing with families. Churchward bound. No other traffic mars the peacefulness of our Community.

Air is bursting through the clouds. Air is so calm and balmy. Just such a day as this I used to love to ramble about over the Rolling Hills looking at the tender greenness of growing vegetation, the trees budding out, the Yellow Currant blossoms filling the Air with their aroma, the water trickingl down the canyon bank into a spring and the White Gyp Rocks that nature had stacked up tier after tier and the Great Big Trees growing along the Creek. Now that I'm too stiff with Age to take these Rambling Walks I content myself reading Scripture and Poems written by God-inspired beings.

Mrs. Steinberg made a visit this afternoon. We had a very pleasant time talking over events. Mary took me to Del Rio to see Movie, Philadelphia Story, very good acting by strong Star Cast. The Drive down there and back didn't seem to benefit me any because I coughed a great deal then and afterward. Mary and girl friends returned to Clinton to stay for the Evening.