January, 1927, Sunday 2

Drove to the little village of Togler with Fr. Pat for Mass and Benediction. After had breakfast in a little room over the sacristy. Fr. Pat got a few sick calls on the way home, and we passed through the bleakest and stoniest mountain roads….

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April, 1927, Wednesday 13

Yesterday was the last [day] I could call myself 16. So ends a happy industrious year, happy in that I was always busy, and one of the happiest, I am sure, that I shall ever have. To-day I am 17; I hate to be getting…

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