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was too bad for all to go down to the Reis. The crazy things were expecting to go. Frank has gone down long enough to tell them he can't get out of our love. Sick, come over about 5 o'clock. He expects to go to New York on Saturday; he only stayed a little while as he wanted to get the snow shovel for Quali before dark. Heard from Loby today—he is having a good time, although kept pretty busy.

January, Friday 1970.

He got up a little earlier this morning as Tracks wanted to go after the buttermilk. She got started around 7:30 and went by way of town to see if Otto's coal was ready, and it was not, so she went on to the factory. He hadn't been gone long when she came wanting the buttermilk as Tracks had his trip for nothing. If he had only known, he could have taken a load of ice to Dia Marshal, as they were drawing that day, but Farmer Lied forgot to tell us. Vanil cold.

Saturday, January 20%. I started Friday's diary for today as we did not get up any earlier yesterday, but did today. Frank got off this morning at 9:20 instead of yesterday.