Friday September 20, 1889
Jervis McEntee Diary Entry, September 20, 1889, from the Jervis McEntee papers, 1850-1905, in the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution
Friday, Sept 20, 1889 Still stormy and gloomy. We have had a fire all day in the parlor and the wind blows and the skies are grey with occasional flurries of rain. I went down town and made some purchases for our woods trip. A letter from Robt. Wilkinson wanting Sara and me to go out to Bisby and he would take Julia. The Maurice cottage had been placed at his disposal. I wrote him if I had known it a little earlier I would have been glad to do that instead of going to Maine but Johnson and I had decided to go and we had written to our guides to be ready for us. Sara would like to have gone there and I am sorry on her account we could not have done that instead of going to Maine. I came home and filled out the three mortgages as far as I could and this afternoon have been getting my blankets out and airing them and getting things together for our trip. Girard said this morning Dewey told him Schoonmaker and I think Isaac North were going to buy two of the front lots. Sara had a letter from Lucy today enclosing one from Gertrude to her written before her wedding and enclosing samples of her dresses. It was all torn open when it arrived here. She [?] terms of endearment on Lucy but to us where she lived in her childhood and who have been so closely connected with her life she has not even thought it necessary to tell that she was to be married, to this extent has one troublesome, foolish man been able to alienate his children from us. It is raining steadily and one can but wonder where it all comes from. Reading the Christian Leader this evening I came across the communication on the opposite page. This Charles Buck was Gertrudes Aunt Hannahs husband. It brought to me very sweet and tender memories of our stay with these simple, sincere and hospitable people. Mr. Buck was when I was there a younger man that I am now and I remember him so, consequently I was surprised to see that he died at the age of 92. I wrote to Mr. Sawyer this evening. We sat in the parlor with a nice fire in the Franklin and it was very pleasant with the rain falling outside. Sara has written to invite Janette and Emily to visit her and spend a month, while I am away.
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