June 16, 1929
Ethel graduated at Powder Springs with high honors, cramming two years into one. She came home almost blind from so much studying, and Daddy took her to Rome to the eye doctor immediately.
Mama is not feeling well these days, still grieving for Blanche after almost a year gone by. Her feet swell so huge she can't wear any shoes, putting her feet into Daddy's old house slippers. My feet and hands have begun to swell. I tease her and tell her it must be contagious. The baby will be here in another month.
Ethel has us both with our feet propped up, peeling apples. Ethel always goes in a hurry, bonnet in her hand, running to see about the cows, running to the orchard, running to get the mail. I come every day when I can, trying to help. Daddy sold off all but one milk cow, so all that milking we used to do is off our list of burdens.
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