Thursday, Nov 24, 1881 Thanksgiving day. Services in the Baptist Church by Mr. Clark. My mother and Gussie went. I did not feel very well and did not go. The ground is white with snow and towards evening it grew cold. The carpenters worked this afternoon. We dined alone. My father & mother, Mrs. Davis, Maurice and Gussie. Our third Thanksgiving since dear Gertrude died. I have thought of her many times today and could not keep wondering where she is while I go on alone never quite becoming quite accustomed that she can take no share henceforth in my daily life. Happily I am not able to conceive that she does not exist somewhere and for me. A postal card from Sara tells us that Julia is very ill and that Saturday will be the twenty third day of her sickness when they will be able to know more about it. Marion is sick too and I know how worried and anxious they all must be.