Sunday, May 8, 1881 A heavenly day of soft skies and all the budding life of the spring time, but I could not help a very sad feeling for it all made me think of my dear Gertrude who was always so happy in the spring time and welcomed it with such unaffected delight. It seemed so still and sad here without her who was in my thought all the time. I tried to tell my father, in the morning as we walked under the cherry trees, and he called my attention to the view down by Hussey Hill, that it all made me think of dear Gertrude, but I could hardly speak her dear name for the tears and he could only say "that with her it was eternal spring.["] I proposed to Girard to take the children up to the ice house above Brighams and get a boat there for a row which we did taking Jimmy and Charlie and little Walter Jones and Louis Anderson. Park went along. I enjoyed the childrens happiness. We had a lovely ride and a row in a boat and got home to dinner. I wrote to Booth in the afternoon, from a pretty lonesome, home sick heart. I found a letter from him at home dated Apl 24th with not much that was cheerful in it. It seems lonely at home with Sara and Maurice gone.