Cold rainy dreary day on my birthday. Got Burl Ives records for my birthday and mother gave me socks and handkerchiefs when she came over yesterday. Argentina was seated at World Security Conference over protest of Molotov. Eugene got argyrol packs for his sinus and Sylvia said "Eugene can still talk". "Sure" said Eugene "Haven't I got brains".
The argyrol packs filled up my nostrils, and I had to tilt my head way back, so talking was not easy. Echh!
My father started a "diary" in 1945 (more accurately, a journal, covering both family and current events), and I'm going to see if this is a decent way to publish it. Since I'm doing it as a blog, to get to the beginning of the journal, you have to go to the beginning of the blog.
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