Sunday June 16th 1935
Daddy got a car (‘35 Ford V8) from the Ford Garage to go to the funeral. Poor Mary Baker and Uncle Hen. Mary just simply went to pieces. Uncle Hen was ok until somebody new came. Too bad just when they had everything electrical. New stove, iron, sweeper and just ready to buy a refrigerator. Everybody in Forest was at the funeral. Approximately 300.
Mary rather taken with the hired hand- our third cousin. [could this be Loren Baker?]
Car did over 100 miles on less than 5 gallons of gas and does 90 [illegible]