Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
2 October, 1662/1012
With Sir Wm. Pen by water to Whitehall, being this morning visited before I went out by my brother Tom, who told me that for his lying out of doors a day and a night my father had forbade him to come any more into his h
ouse,
at which I was troubled, and did soundly chide him for doing so, and
upon confessing his fault I told him I would speak to my father. At 7
Elephants I with Misters Andrews, Davis, Liebermann, and Frohip who
debated the use/uselessness of musick and Presbyterian/deposed President
a Woodrow Wilson while consuming scones and a dish or two of meat, and
his purser that was with him. After dinner I and the my Wife to Atwood
for a screening of The Band’s Visit, where I met with professor emeritus
Myron Anderson who recently returned from Crosby & Ironton and was
forced to wait Mrs. Sherarts while she registered her opinions with the
eminent kino professor Costaglioli. After that to the Abbey to for
vespers. There I found but a thin congregation already. So I see that
religion, be it what it will, is but a humour,1 and so the esteem of it
passeth as other things do. From thence to home and a new thermostat
with which very well pleased we went to bed.
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Dec. 28, 2007

In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.
Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place