Thus closes my notes for the month of December and also for the year just passed and gone and now numbered with the things that were. Whether the Almighty will spare me to chronicle the daily events of the incoming year is more than I know but trusting in Him I shall enter upon the pleasing task, which is useful as a reference and may be profitable to those who have an interest in me.
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Thursday, January 7, 2016
Sunday, January 7th, 1866
To day I remained at home, principally writing a letter. Burt [Roberta Downes Halyard nee Hall] and Pet [Florence Mahala Hall] are still very sore with the itch, although I am applying lard & sulphur freely. I loaned my horse and buggy to Ed. Jones. Weather cloudy and cold, with drizzling rain throughout the entire day.
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