April, 1926, Tuesday 13

My birthday, and a beautiful sunny day for the occasion. It makes me sad, however, more than anything else to think I am getting so old – 16. Real youth is certainly gone for ever, and now comes the most trying portion of my life,…

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December, 1926, Friday 31

Went rabbitting up the mountain with my school-friend Tim Leary. The ‘Yew Tree’ looked glorious, its lower parts wrapped in a white mist and the peak glittering in the sun. Sandy and Cora came with us, but we saw no rabbits. After dinner read Goldsmith’s…

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