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Saturday 19 March 1904
The snow and weather looks as much like winter as
ever; more like January than nearly spring. The fog
and snow this morning gave a ghostly appearance to
all nature. Maud and Irene hustling around to get the
Saturdays work done. I must make pies and cookies for
Sunday. We may have visitors. Charley and Belle may
come, wish they would. Every body but my children visits us.
The ones I so long to see dont come, Gladys the dear little one write
to me so I have one steady correspondent among my
grand children and now and then an occasional one
among the others. Fourteen Grandchildren! I have belonging
to me! Well Well! I must be growing very old, seventy!
what an age! Muriel sent me this diary, my pretty
grandaughter. Well I think grandmothers like the kind
notices taken of them. Maude & Irene expecting
evening visitors from the Niles family, teacher and all
the young trash, but it beging [sic:beginning] to snow and rain
and they do not come. Maud & Irene sing and dance
in parlor.