Friday November 2, 1888
Jervis McEntee Diary Entry, November 2, 1888, from the Jervis McEntee papers, 1850-1905, in the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution
Friday, Nov 2, 1888 Again the anniversary of our marriage and my Mothers death. Lucy and I talked of her this evening as we sat in the sitting room before the lamp was lighted and dwelt upon the great change her death has made in our household. When I realize the absence of the dear ones who were so a part of our lives an overwhelming sadness comes over me and life seems very sorrowful and the daily duties hardly worth doing. Sedgwick came up in the evening from N. Y. and as there was to be a great Republican parade in the evening I went up to the train to meet him. The train was nearly an hour late and meanwhile special trains arrived with people for the parade making the greatest confusion. I was fortunate to secure a cab and we drove down through the procession. Meanwhile Sara and Lucy were waiting for me to go down to Sam Coykendalls to see the procession pass from a stand he had erected on his grounds. Mrs. Coykendall was here at lunch and invited us. We all went down together and were in time. Mr. & Mrs. Clearwater were there and we had a fine view of the parade which was 35 minutes in passing. Sams and the majors grounds were lighted up with Chinese lanterns and colored fire and the men in the parade carrying torches made a brilliant spectacle. The street was crowded with spectators and the crowd was most respectable and orderly in sharp contrast, it was said with the Democratic mob which turned out when Governor Hill was here. I am getting too heated on political subjects and must be more tolerant, but it is a positive pain to me to see any of our family going with that disreputable party as Calvert and his sons and Andrews do. Bowyer was here a short time today on his way home having been at Kingston on business and I expressed my disapprobation of his determination to vote for Cleveland in pretty square terms. Mary sent me by Sedgwick last night some weak Free trade campaign documents Mr. Cranch gave her to send to me.
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