May 4, 1939, Thursday
This goes on and on one day after the other merely passing on. One day isn't very much different from the other but then I suppose I shouldn't feel this way about it- Jane had her 24th birthday today and she brought in a cake for us. It was good and I got mocha frosting all over my fingers. Mmmmm. We took pictures in the back yard when I got home tonight hope they come out good. Of course Pop flatly refused to have his picture taken. Went up to Rachel's and played with the baby, he's adorable - Now I've got to take a bath and read some more of my book.
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