bringing the Ponds and towing the
Dymonds. We all put on clean shirt waists &c
for after supper we were going to our "party" at the
Headlands - as Mr.
D. said it was "calm" at last - tho' the wind was still
strong. We sat on the piazza talking a long time and then Mr. D.
said it was time I went so I got
'em started & Mary & I each took on oar and
Miss & Mr
Dymond in the boat, and went to the store first. Sure
enough my letter from dear Mother
was there. Mr. Taylor
and Mr. Tate were serenading us with a banjo
and "Yankee Doodle" when we came in and "Blinkie" &
another dog insisted upon shaking hands with me. We were led up the
path & introduced to Bishop(?) McCulloch
and Canon Sprague and then taken to the
observatory on the roof where we spent a breezy half an hour, I talking to
Mr. Taylor and admiring the views thro' a nice
field glass. Then we came down & sat on the piazza which looked
'way to
Boschink and sang & [illegible] for
a long time. Mr. Taylor sang "Misses
'Awkins" and "I lub a lubly girl I do and I have
lubbed a gal or two And I knows what it is to lub a
A lubly gal, I do." &c.&c Go out & search the
world around - Her equal it cannot be found. And this
I'm tellin' you is true! After awhile they invited us in to
whist and
1897
bringing the Ponds and towing the
Dymonds. We all put on clean shirt waists &c
for after supper we were going to our "party" at the
Headlands - as Mr.
D. said it was "calm" at last - tho' the wind was still
strong. We sat on the piazza talking a long time and then Mr. D.
said it was time I went so I got
'em started & Mary & I each took on oar and
Miss & Mr
Dymond in the boat, and went to the store first. Sure
enough my letter from dear Mother
was there. Mr. Taylor
and Mr. Tate were serenading us with a banjo
and "Yankee Doodle" when we came in and "Blinkie" &
another dog insisted upon shaking hands with me. We were led up the
path & introduced to Bishop(?) McCulloch
and Canon Sprague and then taken to the
observatory on the roof where we spent a breezy half an hour, I talking to
Mr. Taylor and admiring the views thro' a nice
field glass. Then we came down & sat on the piazza which looked
'way to
Boschink and sang & [illegible] for
a long time. Mr. Taylor sang "Misses
'Awkins" and "I lub a lubly girl I do and I have
lubbed a gal or two And I knows what it is to lub a
A lubly gal, I do." &c.&c Go out & search the
world around - Her equal it cannot be found. And this
I'm tellin' you is true! After awhile they invited us in to
whist and
1897
bringing the Ponds and towing the
Dymonds. We all put on clean shirt waists &c
for after supper we were going to our "party" at the
Headlands - as Mr.
D. said it was "calm" at last - tho' the wind was still
strong. We sat on the piazza talking a long time and then Mr. D.
said it was time I went so I got
'em started & Mary & I each took on oar and
Miss & Mr
Dymond in the boat, and went to the store first. Sure
enough my letter from dear Mother
was there. Mr. Taylor
and Mr. Tate were serenading us with a banjo
and "Yankee Doodle" when we came in and "Blinkie" &
another dog insisted upon shaking hands with me. We were led up the
path & introduced to Bishop(?) McCulloch
and Canon Sprague and then taken to the
observatory on the roof where we spent a breezy half an hour, I talking to
Mr. Taylor and admiring the views thro' a nice
field glass. Then we came down & sat on the piazza which looked
'way to
Boschink and sang & [illegible] for
a long time. Mr. Taylor sang "Misses
'Awkins" and "I lub a lubly girl I do and I have
lubbed a gal or two And I knows what it is to lub a
A lubly gal, I do." &c.&c Go out & search the
world around - Her equal it cannot be found. And this
I'm tellin' you is true! After awhile they invited us in to
whist and
