REFLECTIONS on my father and mother. She was the most kind and affectionate person I've ever known. I was her only son, and of course, held a special place in her life. We took pleasure in small things to please each other. She was in delicate health the last few years of her life. I'll always miss her. My father thought I was the apple of his eye. He was always kind to me, and looked after my interests. During the last years of his life, lived on the farm with me. The last six months of his life was confined to his room and bed. I spent much time with him, resting in a large chair by his side, that I might attend him, I was all he had and gave him all the comfort that I could. He loved to gaze out the windows,in different directions, to drink in the beauty of the world he was about to leave. I was extremely fortunate to have been blessed with exceptional parents. They are much in my thoughts today. Attended prayer meeting in the home of Richard Woods, who lives out on New England Hill, as it is familiarly called. (This is Lincold Way West, at what is now Federal and Garber Streets.)