Saturday, Nov 14, 1885 I concluded not to send the letter I wrote to Lambdin yesterday. There was a tone of despondency in it which on reflection I thought it wisest not to display to him or any one else. We put up my fathers stove (coal) today and put his wood stove in the spare room. Sara and I went down to Rondout to do some errands and after dinner she drove to Kingston taking my father along. He does not care to ride far now and tires easily and when the weather is chilly it is best for him I think to remain in the house. Sara had a letter from Lucy today. She thinks this is their last month there and is full of the idea of coming home. I began my preparations for going to N. Y. on Monday. I dread the change and am troubled at leaving Sara here alone. I wish Lucy and her family were here.