Thursday, Nov 1, 1888 A beautiful Indian summer day. Went down town and made attempts to sell the apples, but they are so abundant this year that I am afraid I will have difficulty in getting rid of them. Tom is still gathering them in front and south of the house. Sara Lucy and I went over to the cemetery. Lucy had not seen the head stone at Father and Mothers graves. The years are flying, they rest untroubled and unvexed by all the problems which worry and weary us. This evening Sara and I went to a surprise party at Peter Phillips the occasion being the 40th anniversary of their marriage. The people there were mostly from the hill and were 37 in number. I went reluctantly and came away gladly. I have no taste for these things I regret to say and would not have gone but to show my respect to a neighbor.