Saturday January 1st

I went over to the farm rather late this morning and chored around till noon. Dad. felt pretty tough with a cold and so did Enah. I didn't go back to the farm after dinner till chore time but Marj. and I celebrated New Year's by just staying home reading over our old letters to each other which have been acumulating now with steadily increasing rapidity for the last nine years until now they represent matter enough to fill a goodly volume and for us make the sweetest story ever read. It was a happy after noon, quiet enough with no New Year's callers except Herb. Cook who came with a bag of chicken feed and gloomy enough as far as the weather was concerned, but for Marj. & me snugly camped in our cosy little dining room surrounded by the dozzens & dozens of wedding gifts (they total over a hundred) which form the nucleus of our new home, there was sunshine and music enough in our hearts as we lived over again the days when our love first came to us to make up for external conditions and I think we made an ideal start for the New Year & new life ahead of us by being exquisitely contented. I went over and did chores to-night. Winnie & Cecil were at the farm. Dad. called in this evening on his way down to see Aunty who has a very bad cold. Very mild & rainy

Sunday January 2nd