The Jervis McEntee Diaries - December 11, 1881

Diary Entry:

Sunday, Dec 11, 1881 Have been getting my things together to go to New York tomorrow and in doing so came across so many reminders of dear Gertrude in many things she put away with her own hands: work with her needles still attached, her gold thimble and numberless little personal belongings which take on an increasing sacredness to me as a part of her sweet daily life. Over and over I could not keep repeating to myself her blessed name, "dear, dear Gertrude." and thus I have been brought very near to her and have spent the day alone with her.

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