Tuesday February 25, 1941

(?) gave me a ride to the depot so I was to town early. I've had the heart-ache all day and couldn't sleep last night. After school I ironed a little, pressed Melvin's pants mopped the kitchen and tried to study but couldn't. I don't honestly know what is going to become of me (I mean us.) We got a letter from dad. I won't give up. It is nine o'clock. Another week like this and I fear I'll have one foot in the grave.