strain of the wind. Catherine in the meantime had come up on her bicycle. I jumped in the car to go & get another kite, and started to back out, when I heard a crashing noise & realized that I was running over the bicycle. The front wheel was ruined and various other parts twisted.
     This threw a damper on our spirits, but we finally decided to get a kite up at all costs. Our next trial was a success. A kite high against a blue sky is a fine sight.
                                                                          March 29, 1938-
     A rather aimless day. AM Arthur & I to get some geraniums for Bertha; (Arthur’s idea)- The sight of their cineraria made me determined to bring Bertha back to see them, which we did. We bought a cineraria for Mrs. Marcha, who has had a stroke, and a small red lily for Bertha - a delicate flower of a rich coral red color, and a rich odor.
     Cleaning up the backyard a little bit.
     About mid-afternoon it starts to rain & I play negro spirituals in the studio.
     I wish I could put down in words how the “Swing Low” and “Steal away” affect me. There is something so completely intermingled human & divine about them that fills me with longings that I cannot define.
                                                                    March 30, 1938- Wednesday-
     Last night I wrote this self-exhortation in my sketch notes “Have you grown so spiritually dead that you failed to make and notes of the strange and beautiful moonrise at dawn-light in the morning of Mar. 28?”- And indeed I am ashamed