Dream: at a picture show all of us. We chattered and laughed so much that we were finally evicted. When we were going up the street we discovered Arthur had picked up a fur coat of some other boy...
Wild sweet peas have remained in my mind as an impression of Ashtabula before I was five years old, as something wonderful and fabulous. I have never seen them since, until now.
Dreamed all night – waking after each dream. These dreams were all fascinating & delightful, but to my regret only one stays in my memory...
To be alive – to be a member of the human race – to belong to a people that has passion – joys & sorrows and aspirations – What a privilege!
A dream last night: Bertha & I were in a barn, looking through a big open door. Outside in the yard two great shaggy beasts, like oversized llamas were running around...
Cold weather – lowering skies and rain at times. Mounted some more 1917 sketches...
Last night a dream: I was in Salem, had been shopping “down-town” for my mother, having among other things a steak. As I was passing Doris’s my Uncle Jim was out in front...
Wake up in night in midst of thunderstorm. Morning hot, breezy and cloudy. Visit to Mullins. At library. Introduction by John Burroughs.
A dream last night (one of several lurid dreams, this being the only one I can remember clearly)...
How incongruous the song of a song-sparrow! More natural the cackle of hens.