Sunday, March 13, 2016

Saturday, March 13, 1869

This has been a cold, windy day. I moped and baked bread this forenoon, and this afternoon did not do much of anything. This evening I finished reading my Book through that I borrowed, so I have no more reading now.

            Will went down town this afternoon, but he got no letters for us. I was hoping he would get one from James so we could hear how Ruth was.

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