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Thursday 17 March 1904
Well St Patrick's day has come again; what
silly, foolish celebration. Old St Pat. It is realy
disgusting but those Roman Catholics are witless as far
as their pretended religion is. Barometer this morning
registers zero. A clear fine day. Sr gone to Kingston
for the first time this winter. I'm glad he is gone for
a few hours, for the stove can have a peacable time as
well as the family; no slaming of stove doors to day or looking
into the tank to see how low the water is, or low muttering
growling. Voltie is taping [sic: tapping] our few maples. I am trying
to wash a few things. While I am resting a few minutes
the coal stove, the girls exclaim, Visitors! and
sure enough Old uncle James Gloyd has come. V
goes out & puts his horse in stable while uncle
Jim comes in shaking hands with us all around.
poor old man how white his hair is and how
old and decripted he looks. He said he had
not seen or heard from any of us in so long
time he thought he would drive over for
a little while. Well as he is an inssesant