Monday thirty first
A beautiful day but very windy. Edith came home a wreck. her face swollen past recognition with crying. It was harder than even the day of the funeral, for on that day there was a great deal of excitement, so many people + so much to do, but now they are all alone + realize more what has happened. I am afraid Edith will be sick if this keeps up long. Edith’s head troubles her so.
Sunday 30th Dull + rainy. Did not get my Sunday forenoon nap had to rise earlier so Edith + Clarence could go to Salem. Had no chance to read or “invite my soul” Audrea was nervous + followed me every where, but was very good. They found the Salem friends trying very hard to be brave + that only makes it more pathetic. At times Fred does not seem to be quite himself, thinks he sees Mattie everywhere. It gives one a feeling of unrealness + as if it was not of much use making plane. It hard to think your dear one can be snatched away from you like that.
Saturday the twenty ninth
A beautiful warm day. Audrea + her mother went down to the center for her violin lessons. One can notice a great improvement in her playing. I wish she could take private lessons but it seems impossible. Have dragged around + got what work I could done. Did some mending + repairing this p.m.
Friday the twenty eighth
Dull and threating rain all day. + did rain at night. My back is a little better but I can’t stand on my feet long because it pains so. Had dinner read some + went to bed. No nun’s could lead a more secluded life than we do, poor Audry is growing up in total ignorance of anything beyond her school + her home.
Thursday the twenty seventh
A beautiful day + some warmer. Am feeling a little better perhaps, but my back is very painful + I feel bad otherwise. A pain around my heart + in my right side. Mrs. Parker’s sudden flitting has saddened us all. I say it over + over to my self that “she has gone” but I cant believe it. It seems that if I could go down I would find her waiting for me at the door