Sunday, Dec 4, 1887 Still foggy. Took a walk with little Marie Anderson out to the view and home by the Port farm around the North end of the Cemetery where dear Gertrude and I so often walked at this time of the year. I think of her most sadly for I feel lonely and half unhappy. I couldnt help thinking how little this happy little creature at my side could know of the longings and troubles which assail us as we grow older and lose our dearest friends. Girard and I with the children walked over beyond Chester St. where the Toboggan Society went to buy some land in connection with what they have bought of Mrs. O Reilly. Mr. Keatons house is up and enclosed but will not be a very attractive looking house for so prominent a place, as I feared. The weather was full and dark during my visit home and I feel tenderly toward the dear home which will soon be ours no more. We talked of all those who have gone out of it never to return and called up many recollections of the past. I shall be glad when the holidays are over for they seem to emphasise the changes which have befallen us.