as some people do rare plants.                                    
                                                                                  July 5, 1925
     A sultry July Sunday.  Bright and still outside the garden and fields.  The cries of my children below- sometimes of glee, sometimes of invitation – the swift buzz of machines going by.  I discover a spider has built his web over my desk and table; from the extension cord to the light – what a reflection on me! I must put up with his impudence until I really do something – he must stay where he is until he is actually in my way.
     At 10:20 baby girl born.  (The long heart breaking ride to the hospital over bumpy roads in a Ford with Bertha in agony).
     I missed the11:30bus to Gardenville and went outSeneca St.  I missed the last car and walked over.  A moonlight night.  I tried to convince myself that I was not disappointed that I wanted a boy, but failed.  Had it been a boy I would have walked all night.
                                                                               July 11, 1925
     By now Sarah Ruth has earned her way into our hearts – that she is not a boy is forgotten now.  She is a perfect baby.
     We had a hard time picking the name she having been Rebecca Anne for a day.