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Wednesday, March 11, 1942

I have felt terribly. I should like so much to be with my Mother these few days. But we’re at war! And war is not soft – it has no time to indulge even the deepest and most sacred emotions. I loved my Dad. I think my Mother the finest person I’ve ever known. She has been the inspiration for Dad’s life, and a true helpmeet in every sense of the word.

I’m quitting work now – 7:30 P.M. I haven’t the heart to go on tonight.