Thurs Apr 12, 1945

Didn't do a whole lot today. Walked down road. Came home on 6:30 train. Pres. Roosevelt died. Terrible shock to everyone. Duane came after me about 10:00. Ate and then home. Seemed to get along pretty good but, golly, he just doesn't say anything at all about loving me or anything at all anymore. Cried myself to sleep.


Jen said...

wow I wonder if she remembered what she was doing when she heard the news about Roosevelt's death.
Often we do tend to remember where we are when someone important dies.

Nadine said...

The part about not telling her he loves her, then crying herself to sleep broke my heart.