Wednesday March 6th 1935
The toast smelled so good when I came down and Aunt May had packed my lunch. Quite a change from what I’ve been used to.
The weather is perfect. I wish I lived close enough to walk home or and 1/2 miles is too much.
Wally down. He visited his mother upstairs and I sewed downstairs.
Loaned her my lamp and slippers. She’s not feeling so well.