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.