Wednesday, Sept. 6, 1944
The railway delivered almost all the furniture that was shipped from Washington, DC. Daddy doesn’t have time to set up my crib but that’s no problem. I can sleep in carriage. Mommy used it this morning to wheel me to the farm next door where she can buy milk for 30 cents a quart. Mommy got a short note Grandma wrote on Labor Day. She is hoping we won’t have to move again. She and Grandpa took yesterday off and Pa “was sitting in the front room reading and looking like a retired millionaire.” Meanwhile, we’re hard at work here unpacking while Daddy writes up lesson plans and lectures. My job is to stay out of the way and be as quiet as a mouse. That isn’t easy now that I’m almost walking by myself. The kids in the motel are back in school so I have no more playmates. The fat lady didn’t sing today.