Sunday, Jan 9, 1887 Sara went up to Kaatskill by the 1250 train today to attend Aunt Anns funeral. Neither she nor I thought it prudent for me to go with my lame back, which is much better today. Girard could not go as Mary hurt her knee yesterday and is helpless today and he had to be at home to look to the children. I sat with my father the most of the day. He was up and dressed early and did not lie down nor go to bed until after Sara returned, after 8 oclock. It has snowed nearly all day and is still snowing and cold, only 4 or 5 degrees above zero. I drove up to the station for Sara at 7.45 and brought her home through the snow storm. This evening I wrote to Lucy for her while she attended to Jamies clothes and packed his satchel to send him tomorrow.