The day before the start of a new year. My Mother always cleaned every room on this day and as I went from room to room dusting away imaginary particles, I thought how easy it is to do cleaning to-day. The coal furnace caused dust, smoke and did not heat properly. Day was brightened with a letter from Erin. Visited Dora-looked ashen when I entered but seemed to get much better as we laughed at our foibles and naturally our neighbors.
From Grandma’s Khalil Gibran Diary for 1983, Christmas gift from Katy
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