got ready to go down town. I got down there at half past one alright and at two o'clock sharp we started our parade. We marched up to the school house followed by the girl guides and all the school kids and then played marches or hymns and listened to speechs alternately. R.M. Taylor explained the idea of planting a memorial grove of elms. Jack Martin complimented the Women's Institute for taking up the work and mentioned something about the soil of Dover being very good for trees. Then the three preachers had a little to say. Mr. Robertson winding up with a prayer and the school kids sang "O, Canada" and "The Maple Leaf." Neff was down to supervise the setting of the first trees. Mrs. Bell as president of the W. I. planted the first tree and then the band marched the crowd back to town leaving Huby & Mr. Johnson to plant the rest of the fifty trees. I don't know how they made out. Frank and George went down town this after noon but were too late to see the ceremony. Enah and Tid. drove down also and I guess were late. I went in to see Punk McDonald for awhile this after noon. He has just got back from France and is staying at Mrs Lawson's. I went down town again to-night and Frank went to Craig Long's hard-time dance. George was going too but when the time came decided to go to bed instead. Rained a little this morning but fine & cool after noon.

Saturday May 10th

It has rained steadily all day to-day, not very hard much of the time but a very soaky, dismal drizzle. We sheared sheep in the shop all day and got six done. We carried them over from the barn in the crate and carried them back after they were sheared. Dad. helped us and did chores and George ironed off a whipple-tree, fixed the wool box, and put a latch on the door of the shop. To-night Frank, George and I went down to Aunty Alice's to spend the evening. Winnie, Lila, Dess, Fraser, Marj., Ada and Douglas Skey were all there and we had a lot of fun playing games such as consequences and making poetry. We had to make a verse answering a question and using a word that two others had written on a piece of paper, folded and passed on. Douglas drew for a question "Whether is the song of nightingale sweeter in the morning or the evening" and his word was "Word." Douglas wrote "The word of the bird is sweet." Aunty Alice said "Brevity is the soul of wit." We got home about midnight.