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.
Please excuse the delay! I set this weekend’s entries to automatically publish, but clearly I didn’t do it correctly. Investigation under way.
NOTES + EXPLANATIONS
“Invite my soul”, I believe is referring to a poem by Walt Whitman called “Song of Myself”. It begins like this:
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
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