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auspicious day with which to begin
a diary. To begin with, I hadn't
been feeling especially well all
week. As a birthday celebration,
Lizzie gave a gala luncheon for
Mother and me - steamed clams,
soft shell crabs and everything.
I wish I could have really done
justice to it.
In the afternoon, Bessie Davis
came up and inbetween showers
we dashed into [Jamaica?] to buy
records. He's a scream and lots
Mother and I met Daddy at
Dr. [Rencher's], ate at Loft's and
then took Daddy to the Hollis
station for the 8:31 train. (The
regular ritual since Dad's been
staying at the Hotel St. George
most of the week)
July 2, 1942
The day was rather a fizzle.