September 27th, 1864, Tuesday

Father has gone down to Genoa. He is going to get a new tongue to the buggy if he can. We want to go to the fair Thursday (the last day). Charlie Frothingham, May Frothingham and Martha, Sophia and I were going over to see Cora Hopkins this afternoon, but it rains and I guess … Continue reading September 27th, 1864, Tuesday