It seems to me that “waiting” could be done better, staying young before school than growing old after school.
Got some Delineator magazines at Isla’s Sunday. Reading Phelps, Canfield and Conningsby Dawson.
More on Delineator magazine from Wikipedia:
The Delineator featured the Butterick sewing patterns and provided an in-depth look at the fashion of the day. Butterick also produced quarterly catalogs of fashion patterns in the 1920s and early 1930s.
In addition to clothing patterns, the magazine published photos and drawings of embroidery and needlework that could be used to adorn both clothing and items for the home. It also included articles on all forms of home decor.
“I find for every failure, a little bit of victory to urge me on. I may not quit. For every failing thing, though it be right, a living challenge ever rings “There is no night.” And now, I find it always to be true, there is no end. Just life begun anew after a rest, and nothing is that ends but ever onward goes: though it may bend, be last in awesome darkness for a night yet always is disclosed again, by dawning light.” A.M.I.
… There are several pages at the end of the diary, which Grandma Alma (A.M.I.) filled with two of her own poems. This is the first.
Alice is not coming home for Christmas. It will be the very first time away.
Oh, I think Grandma was very feeling sad that her big sister would not be coming home for the holidays.
Girda’s box-supper postponed on account of the sleet. Don S. took me over to practice this afternoon.
“There’s a schooner in the offing, With her topsails shot with fire, And my heart has gone abroad her, For the Islands of Desire.” - Richard Hovey
Pretty hot, grandma! I wonder who is on your mind.
Met Shambaugh’s hired man. He is certainly not the least bit shy. Name is Ralph McKevitt from Detroit.
I wonder if Ralph tried to pick up on Grandma - is that what she’s trying to say here?
Received a letter from Pall Audor in Hungary. He is a military student and next year will be an “officers” in the army.
Saw “Skippy” in the movies. Was a very interesting show though it could hardly be called educational.
I sense a hint of disapproval, Grandma.
Shopping day. We still have verbenas in bloom in our garden. Almost no coats in town today.
This sounds lovely. I wish I could see the garden! I ate my first tomato from my first tomato plant yesterday. I think I rushed it…
Alice’s visit home and our venture into the Clarke Hotel are the stars of October.
Up to Hastings to get Alice. We “lounged” in the Clarke Hotel. Um-m! A nice place to “study” people.
What would Grandma think of The Standard? Or The Huntley? I love people-watching there (okay, I’ve been there once)… My friend Tracy and I found the “service charge” for non-guests to drink over-priced espresso a little rough.
Through the magic of flickr, you can see what the Clarke Building looks like now, because it still exists. Ironically (?), as an assisted living facility. Built in 1914, Grandma would be happy to know that it’s listed in the National Register of Historic Places.
The Clarke Hotel was a luxury hotel that was “designed by architect C.W. Way and built by the John Hempel Company, both of Hastings. Bricks made in Hastings formed the exterior of the building, and local craftsmen made everything from the terra cotta trim and marquee awnings to the light fixtures, oak millwork and mosaic floors. It was named for Alonzo L. Clarke, a prominent Hastings businessman.” - Adams History
President Taft and future President Kennedy stayed there, you guys.
You can buy a $2.99 postcard of it on Ebay if you like.
Wish I could go back with Alice for a visit - and just for a visit. But I’m afraid I can’t.