February 17, 1927: “had no presents for her”

Thursday the seventeenth
This is Audreas birthday + she is eleven years old. Had no presents for her because on account of my sickness Edith could not get into the city to get any, but we will celebrate later in the week – perhaps Saturday.


Happy birthday to my Nana! She would have been 99 years old today. Hope she ended up getting presents!!

So Annie must be having an attack of something or a bad spell, if it is something that requires Edith’s constant attention.

She also seems to be looking toward religious comfort. In between the two pages of this entry, it looks like Annie accidentally skipped a spread. I’m not sure if she came back and wrote this later or if it was around the same time, but this is the left page of the skipped spread:

1927.02.16 - Annie F Morris diary - proverb insert

It’s part of a poem called The Eternal Goodness by John Greenleaf Whittier.


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