Thursday, Feb 9, 1882 My father and mother, Gussie, Mrs. Davis little Charley and I with Jamie to drive started off for a sleigh ride on the Flat bush road. The snow was very deep and in turning out to pass a load of hay the sleigh upset, pitching us all out when the horses got away from us and ran a mile with the sleigh on edge. They were stopped beyond old Mr. Olivets place with no injury beyond a broken dash board and some bruises on the legs of "Billy" who struck the whippletree at every jump. Just before we got home it began to rain. Came down with the 6. P.M. train. Sat in the seat with DeWitt Roora. Met Lily Wilkinson in the car. Arrived here it was raining hard and the streets in the worst possible condition with the melting snow. At home I looked into some of the bureau drawers where I keep darling Gertrudes things and it nearly broke my heart to see these belongings of hers and knew afresh that she was gone. With what a dreadful pang it still comes over me whenever I suffer myself to look at these little trifles which were once and are still so entirely a part of her sweet personality. I find myself less willing to sadden myself with these reminders of her but once in a while I find it my only satisfaction to look them over and to consecrate them afresh with my tears.