March 14, 1937 -
     A cold raw day - washy misty skies, the sun mostly just a dim glow, the wind straight out of the east- “penetrating to the bone” it will snow.
     Late P.M. Arthur & I walk down North Ave, across fields to railroad.
     March 15, 1937 - Monday-
     The ground white this morning, the air full of a fine snow.
                                                                             March 16, 1937
     High west wind all day, driving snow thru the air in horizontal streaks - like midwinter.
     March 17, 1937 -
     A strong S.W. wind blows the sky clear almost noon and the snow begins to melt like magic. A riotous vigorous day, true March weather-
     At sundown the sidewalk and pools show spreading spears of ice, and the bushes & trees are turned to golden tongues of fire against the deep blue sky. I am never prepared for such a wonderful season - it seems always new and always intoxicating.