Monday, Oct 18, 1880 My mother and Julia Dillon went to Troy this morning to visit cousin Mary Waldo. A brilliant but cold day. Great snow storms in the west and rail road travel delayed. My father started the fire in the hall stove and put on some of the double sashes. I worked all day in my studio and advanced my picture considerably. The house seems strange without my mother. Mary and Sara and I sat in the parlor and talked of dear Gertrude and of the future life. We talked of her last hours and of the closing scene and felt afresh how sad her absence is and how hard it is to realize that she will not come to us again. Sara received a letter from Oscar Sawyer this evening from N. Y. where he has just arrived from Japan.