Got up medium. Dressed. We went to Aunt Francises house. We met 3 mulatto kids. They were nice because they had hardly any money.
The weekly summary merely said:
A good week. Saw our grandfather.
I don't think we were at Aunt Francis's house. I think I got the names confused. I think the person we went to visit was my Aunt's friend Ellen, who lived in an old Tudor in New Rochelle. Her son, who I'm pretty certain was dead (have to check the fact when Bigbear is awake) had married a French woman, and the kids I mentioned were Ellen's grandkids. They *were* nice... and they *didn't* have a lot of money. But now that I'm older I don't think one had anything to do with the other....