This is a cloudy day, not rain clouds, but high overcast clouds. Joan is still not feeling well but she is trying. She was doing some cleaning of boxes and reading old letters when she came across this poem that she had written back on January 1, 1943. I thought I would pass it on. Mom used dto write poetry and a song or two. She may have written this to Harlan because he was still in the Army.

Be it resolved this New Years day.
As I turn over a new leaf
That I will try not to do or say
a thing that might cause grief.
Each day attempt to wear a smile,
some cheering words impart;
Though I know I shall beguile
The aches in my own heart.
I hope that these new vows i've made
may influence others too.
Then visualize the great parade of
smiles that might great you!
It is signed Your Mother.

We are having a lot of memories as we read these old letters and we have stacks of pictures of days gone by. Some of them we don't know who they are. Today is the day that little McKay had her tonsils out. I was a teenager when I had mine out. I was told to chew asper gum and eat ice creme. My problem was that I had terrible ear aches.
Yesterday I got my shot in my hip that is supposed to stop the growth of my cancer.

One week from today we will climb aboard the silver bird that will head toward Houston. We are anxious to see the little ones down there. Next summer we are going to visit every one of our greats. Life is too short not to visit with them. Well not much happened today, we love all of you. Mom and dad.