Went home by the Powell on Saturday. Gertrude and I had a charming ride on Sunday along the river road and around back of Hussey Hill. They all feel very sad about Dwights death and were glad to have me at home. Uncle Patrick my fathers oldest brother died peacefully on May 19 and was buried before he [?] knew of it. My father meant to have started for there today but now will only go to Uncle Philips. He went this morning. I came down by Wallkill Valley. Called on the Thurbers this evening but they were out. Wrote to Gertrude. It has been warm today.