(1966 January 7)
Last night Daddy took me to Lees' in a snow storm - I didn't wear my boots because I didn't know it was snowing when I left the house. Then LL was already waiting. We went out to the Methodist Home to pick up a cute little lady who used to be a county supervisor. She started teaching country school and pulled herself up, teaching every subject in every grade 1 - 12th until she graduated from UW and was promoted. Miss Phelps. Myrtle Aber brot me half way up the hill and got stuck, and I had to walk up in my good shoes while she slid down backwards.
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