Wednesday, January 9, 1929
Not much doing today. Among other things, I wrote three letters and read Scoggins’ book some. Had a letter from Eleanor postmarked the 24th. Seems as though my spelling has gone off on a tangent. But anything is likely to go that way in some of these places. Played washday and then got cleaned up and went out to Mrs. Yarde’s for dinner. Rev. Brown is in bed with an influenza cold so his “Ant” lecture was called off. I think I got some of his cold the other night for mine is a little worse. Played the radio tonight, getting Sweden, Germany, and France, and read the paper and magazines. I am fed [up] on my being fed so well for I’m sure I have gained several pounds since arriving here. Well, they will start to melt tomorrow and especially aboard the boat or I miss my guess. Cloudy and cool.