Thursday, Nov 27, 1884 Thanksgiving day. Downing and I took a walk out to the Roatina, crossing over to the Flatbush road and home through Ludlums woods. It was raw and chilly with a feeling of snow in the air, in fact a little snow has fallen today. Boys were skating on the Roatina. I did not enjoy this wintry day as I always used to for I was too troubled to feel its quiet as such days always addressed themselves to me. We sat down to dinner at 2 oclock, my father, Sara, Mary, Downing and I. Last year we had Gussie with us and the year before my mother and Maurice. O the sad changes! and how these festal days emphasise them in our hearts.