The Jervis McEntee Diaries - January 20, 1887

Diary Entry:

Thursday, Jan 20, 1887 The weather is much milder. I walked down to the mail [?] received a very friendly letter from Fuller telling me he had had [?] discounted and deposited the proceeds $393 in the Bank of the [Metropolis?]. I came up home for my check book and wrote him a brief [?] thanking him but before I mailed it I went in to G[?] Websters [?] to pay our taxes. Instead of there being $351 they were $451. I [?] made an error in adding them up. I was completely taken [?] and told Webster I had not money enough. He was most kind [?] accommodating not only waiving the 2 p. ct extra I was liable to [?] me to date the check Jan 12 and he would hold it until [?] it good. I then went to Girards office to gather my wits together. We thought Sims might go up and select the lot for Mrs. Folant today and I could make out a deed and he would pay the money as he said she was anxious to have it consummated, but on telephoning him he said he could not go today. After talking the situation over with Girard he advised me to make a new note for $500 and send it to Fuller and explain my dilemma which I finally did. Fortunately I had not mailed the letter I wrote him up at the home and I enclosed the two together. I am sorry for it will give him trouble and cannot complain if he feels annoyed. I came home and Sara and I started at 130 to attend Mrs. Kate Davis' funeral at the Episcopal Church in Kingston, Tom driving and stopping for Mrs. Cantine as agreed. The last time we were in that church was at Mr. Waters funeral and we sat in Mrs. Davis pew with her. We drove to the Cemetery where her body was placed in the receiving vault and we came towards home, turning in to see the tobogganers. While we were looking at them Sam Coykendall came up and wanted Sade to ride with him which she did once or twice. There was a crowd of spectators and it was a most favorable day. So easily one goes from a funeral to a feast. The most touching thing to me in the services at the Church was the beautiful hymn first sung. It brought tears to my eyes and somehow recalled my dear Gertrude in its sweet melody. This evening Sara and [I] went over to the slide and had three or four rides. There was a great crowd there and we came home at 9. Mrs. Judge Parker was injured or frightened by being run up on the side of the slide and fainted but I imagine was not hurt seriously.

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