Sally, Catherine, Arthur and I to get Bertha - how good it was to be together! And it was only a two nights and one day separation!
     Geo. Marcha here to do some work around the yard. Arthur stuck with him all day, talking to him.
In the afternoon, Charles Scraney, a colored man, out to see me. He used to live near us in Salem. At the moment he came, I had called McLeods over to look at the hepaticas. At his appearance, they turned without a word and went away. I am not sure, of course, as to their motive, but on the face of it, it looked bad, and I was afraid my visitor might be hurt. He gave no sign.
      I enjoyed his visit; we did the usual “remembering” and it was curious that with the exception of “Bottle” Bonnell most of the people we talked of were colored - Thad Ormes, John Davis, Lester (Cat) Carey, Raymond Logan, Frank White, Frank Smith, George Berry etc. I was surprised at the number of negro boys I had played with.
     I found I could talk to him freely about my pictures and he understood.
     What a chain of memories his visit recalled, and it came to me what a precious thing it was, that my boyhood was spent in complete absence of snobbery, either racial or social. We were all “little savages,” and it mattered not what our antecedents were.
                                                                        March 25, 1938-
     PM. Edwin Weiss and Mrs. Rohrer out to visit studio. It was a pleasure to show pictures to and talk to a man like Weiss, who showed all the “earmarks” of a real picture lover.