Monday June 23, 1890
Jervis McEntee Diary Entry, June 23, 1890, from the Jervis McEntee papers, 1850-1905, in the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution
Monday, June 23, 1890 Sara, Julia Dillon and I have just returned from High Falls where we went on Saturday afternoon. Only Annie and Fred were there. We took a ride Sunday through and beyond Stone Ridge by the paper mill. In the afternoon Fred Talked with me about our place and I told him I needed money to pay the assessment on Holmes St. He said he would let me have it and would always be glad to help me out of any temporary embarrassment, so if I do not sell something in time he will advance the money to me. This is a great relief only it seems simply a temporary one and I have a horror of borrowing. This I will have to borrow on my own responsibility just as I have done so many, many times to try to keep the property until we can sell. It was very pretty about Stone Ridge and if I were free I would take my sketching traps and go out there and make some studies. Mort Hauser has just moved into the tavern there and I think it would be a comfortable place to stay and I would be at work at my profession. We came back to the empty, dark house which we shut up when we were away. No servant and little prospect of getting one. We made inquiries out there but they are as scarce there as here. We did see a colored woman who knew of one whom she said she would see, but I expect nothing from that. Sara has gone to Kingston and is going to Rondout before she returns to try to see the girl I saw last week. It rained Saturday all day gently, was pleasant yesterday but today there is a fine mist. We went down to John McEntees to dinner it being his 56th birth day. Gertrude Tremper was there. There was also a young woman Julia had heard of waiting to see us about coming to live with us. She was not very prepossessing, had a baby which she could leave at the Home. Her husband said she had abandoned her. We finally told her she could come and try it. She said she could not come until Thursday but we both feel she will not suit. Mary came in just before we went down to Johns and told us of the death of Whiting Knapps wife last night. Sara went down there and stopped in on my way to Johns to tell Mrs. Stringham I would do anything I could.
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