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Wednesday 28 July 1915
A beautiful cool cloudy morning. I wrote and
sent two letters this morning, one to Lottie
one to Grace. Lib picked raspberries. Emma
mopped floors, I churned. Lib and Maud
washed breakfast dishes. Mr Watson read English
history, Clyde and Robert Jr went fishing.
Voltie and Bert working in harvest field.
Edith watching the cows and Robert Sr
went to bed right away after breakfast and
didn't get up till Lib routed him out to carry
the letters to the mailbox. Sylve sent here for
newspapers for her pantry shelves. She wont
get any more. Asked Bob Sr to get a little
wood so he took the axe and walked down
to the cedars and chopped down 18 beautiful
cedar trees that V had left standing separate
by themselves in one pretty little grove. Everything
around here is like a night mare.

Thursday 30 July 1915
A very fine day, arose early the Watsons took
leave of us this morning after keeping the house in
an uproar for a week. I was rather pleased to see them
but much more glad to see them go. R went to town
with eggs.