Clara left 12-30 noon today
George, Bertha, Chester, & Christine came about two hours this p.m.
Harry took us for a ride after they left and Aunty & I called on the Hamiltons and Ed Emmons
Iliff called this eve-
Mother very restless and unhappy since Clara left us-
If I thought a word of mine,
Perhaps unkind and untrue,
Would leave its trace on a loved one's face,
I'd never speak it--
If I thought that a smile of mine
Might linger the whole day through
And lighten some heart with a heavier part,
I'd not withhold it--
*The above poem was found in Irene's diary. It was cut out of a newspaper, & I thought I would include it here. Nice sentiment.