Sun shines out in
its fullness. Dreamed of being at home last night. It was Sunday and I at church.
Mail came. Glorious news. A child born, a nephew. (Albert Ellis.) Joy is in the
household. Prosperity and happiness to the father and mother. Received
Tennyson's “Enoch
Arden.” A sweet, sad story. Any number of old papers. Spent the day
feasting upon good things. Splendid day.
SOURCE: Frances
Andrews Tenney, War Diary Of Luman Harris Tenney, p. 148
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