Tuesday, Oct 30, 1888 Beautiful day. Down town after breakfast. Painted the smaller front porch and the back porch. My barrels for the apples came from the Cement Co. after noon and I filled seven barrels with apples. Tom is still picking from my trees. The job seems interminable. I began reading "Robert Elsmere" aloud for Lucy and Sara. There is a Republican meeting tonight and there is one of the parties almost every night. I shall be glad when it is all over and all the indications now are for the triumph of the Republicans. Almost all my family are Democrats, a thing I am ashamed of, for once they were sincere Republicans and now affiliate with the party which stands for all that is corrupt and low and which is always in the wrong. Its position during the war has rendered it hateful to me forever.