March, 1926, Sunday 7

3rd Sunday of Holy Communion. Saw poor Miss Cassilly at Mass. She lost her leg and very nearly her life, through carelessness on the part of her doctor a month ago, but is now well and cheerful again as ever. She taught me before in…

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March, 1926, Monday 29

Did all my work this morning and practised piano. Pappie caught me trying to compose, and was swearing. He said I should learn something first, and stop this ‘dilettantisch’ business. He is really right, but I love fishing around, and seeing what I can make….

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