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July 15

   Work was still uneventful, even

though I’m still rolling up experience

à la variety! After a day of diffugulties

in checking over yearly payrolls, I

met Mother and Dad at the Hotel

Pennsylvania for dinner. We talked

as usual about our prospects of a

chilly winter in Central Park. We

stopped at Gimbel’s for candy and

birthday cards for Cary.

   With looking through things, we

came across some poetry I’d written

as an infant and letters the class at

‘35 had written when I was sick with

the whooping cough. I laughed

long and loud over them – the

formal little notes signed “Your

classmate.” I really enjoyed

looking at them all and reminiscing

over the complexities of the sixth

grade.