It seems incredible after last weeks of mild days.
     I cannot quite analyze the magic of snowflakes in spring.
     Yesterday to Buffalo to have the car gone over. Downtown met Jim Sides and we stand and talk awhile. He gives me all the “news” of the Birge plant.
     Everything is changed there, all the “old” men being “let out.” Furman, Paddy Lyons, Schlacter and others; the plant now shut down for two weeks; only one machine going; and in the office Ed Irwin dead, Dunbar & Stroman about to go; Mr. Wood long disassociated with the Birges etc. There is something depressing to me in this tale of the disintegration & change in the place where I spent so many years. I think we like to remember scenes of our former activities as remaining much the same - we are jealous of every change. I had thought once this winter of going in for a visit, but I am glad now I put it off.
     Spent all of today putting frames on the pictures the children had chosen last Christmas, with the two for     Bertha - & we hung them this evening.
                                                                          April 6, 1938-
     Down to 26° at 8 AM - it is strange to see long icicles on the houses.
     PM. By auto out for a jaunt.
     First to the Land pit near the airport that S had told me about. Picked up some stones here for Arthur’s     “collection.” A raw penetrating wind came from the east.
     Drive to south of Cowlesville. Park the car and go for a walk down in a valley to the east. A fine spitting snow has commenced. I enjoyed this walk - The physical activity seemed to suit