Sunday March 24th 1935
Wally got a letter from his mother telling him she was through doing anything for him. He showed it to me at Fireside hour. Tonight is probably the last time I’ll see Mr. and Mrs. Wiley. He’s leaving after next Sunday.
Walked home per usual.
Had dinner with Aunt May and Grandma Cleo makes me tired always harping on Wally when she doesn’t know him.