Jervis McEntee Diaries

Thursday June 19, 1890

Jervis McEntee Diary Entry, June 19, 1890, from the Jervis McEntee papers, 1850-1905, in the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution

Thursday, June 19, 1890 Girards family all went off in a Pic nic to Mr. [Brinks?] near Leggs Mill. I went down town to do some errands and hearing of a possible servant went off down to Pokeepsie in search. Met Ed Tomkins who asked me to ride with him. Not successful as the to the servant. Went down to his house with him and then he brought me up to Rondout. Asked me if I expected to close the estate soon. I told him there was no way to close it but to sell and he seemed to think that very slow. Talked about Sam who he seemed to think is being [?] in his dealings with the executors of Cornells estate. Altogether I felt very discouraged and depressed and have all day as I always do when I have money to pay and see no way to pay it. Life seems to be full of annoyances and worries and they effect me now very seriously, partly I think owing to my distressing cold and my weakened physical condition, and then being without a servant entails no end of small vexations. I went up to see Peter Van Gaasbeck and found from him that the two brothers, he and Abm. and the heirs of John are the sole owners, and he thinks as I do that they can give us a release and cannot claim any thing from us even if they wish to. I attended Tom Trempers funeral from his house at 2 oclock. Went up in the street car. When we got near Kingston found the fire hose across the Avenue. Kauffmans dairy & [?] depot had caught fire and was destroyed as to the upper part. The funeral was a large one. People were packed into dark and close rooms and every thing made as dismal and depressing as possible so that one was glad to get away. I walked part of the way home. Sara attempted some soup and spoiled it by putting in soda. It was one of the mishaps of our amateur housekeeping. Tom is digging away at the trench for the water. It is warm but there is a breeze--a sort of unquiet, discouraging day to me. I suppose there are plenty of people with pockets full of money who are having a good time while there are plenty torn with troubles to which mine would seem trifles.

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