Got up medium. Dressed. Pops went to town. We were talking to Speedy. Yes!, he'll take Greta. Mrs. Mathis could get Guerly. Came around the back to tell mom--but Guerly, dear Guerly was dead. Heard "Strange Homecoming." Speedy helped us bury Guerly.
And that, friends, is it for the next few days. I guess we were packing and cleaning. The only thing I made note of until Friday of that week was that Marcus Garvey's birthday (b. 1887) is on the 17th.
But this works out see, cuz I can scan pictures from old contact sheets, and put them in the appropriate places, and then I can update you on my current life. Which basically consists of waiting for my Sun to come home...