Mar. 28, 1926 (con’t)
     in all completeness.
     Day dawns with a snowfall, but later the sky cleared off with scudding clouds sailing across.  The air was full of electric snap – houses stood out sharply + trees quivered with light.  I did not get started tillnoon.  Made a sketch inHamburg, then proceeded down road toward Boston Hills – A man with foreign accent driving a horse and buggy asked me to ride.  I did for the sake of riding behind a horse again.
     He seemed much amused but sympathetic with my desire to walk for exercise- Leave him when he has to stop by house by the way.  Strike out over fields.  The long knoll with big chestnut trees on it – the shgur camp – young fellows chopping wood – little or no sap running.  Up the hills, part way up sit on a round log in a clearing where there is a portable saw + much woodcutting has been done.  Here it was warm for altho much of the wood had been cut down it still formed a wind break.  On all sides were hills of sawn logs, bushes, brush of all sorts.  Whenever I am out like this thoughts of my family go flooding thru my mind.  Usually it is the last little event that sticks; thus today as I sat here with the wind blowing the then scrawny birch tress that were left standing, I could see Sally in Bertha’s arms coyly hiding her head on her shoulder when I would speak to her + Bertha smiling happily at the play between her daughter + husband; Martha sobbing against me as I tried to comfort her after scolding her to sharply for pulling the strings out of one of my shoes + Mary Alice with one of my big shoes on her little feet, grinning at me tomboy like;