Sunday again. It was cloudy and stormy all day. We got up in time. Didn’t go to church. Martha baked good bisquits for breakfast. I went out to get a newspaper and then delivered 150 letterheads to Mr. Carley the newsdealer. After diner we took a walk to the Hadley Bridge to see the high water. It is not as high as we expected to see. But it was awfull windy, we had to keep our hats in our hands the most of the time and could often hardly stay on our legs. Lots of peoples went out the same way, as I judge, just for a walk to take in the sights of the Conn. River. Wrote a letter to Mama. Chase yourself. That is what Martha just told me to do, but I wont, though. It is to good to stay. Had Hamburg Steak & mashed Murphy’s for dinner. At about half past 11 o’clock last night, a thunderstorm and lightening awoke us from a good sleep. It was the first this season. Martha was terrible frightened, she clung to me as the honeysuckle to his vine. It didn’t last long and peace was restored.
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