(1976 January 9)
And I recall ... that summer Gail was here, she made a sour apple pie, apples from our trees. She started as soon as I was finished in the kitchen after lunch, 1:00 or 1:30, and then I had to help her late in the afternoon, and when the beautiful pie did come out of the oven, she decided just to show it to us and have it later in the evening, and when you found it out, you and Lawrence walked down town for dessert. Remember? But everything I have ever eaten of Gail's has been very delicious, I must say. And I am very pleased with her. She is a very fine girl, and I am satisfied she will make her way in the world very well indeed.
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;-) Who knew? Gotta say that this entry made for a teary moment this afternoon. Love, Gail xo
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