"July 6, 1933. We are at Rhinelander, Wisconsin and have a wonderful cabin in the woods, also a beach where we go swimming and a pier. The rowboat is tied up to the pier. I get to row Dad around while he fishes. Sue isn’t allowed to row yet and doesn’t want to. Corky is two and a pest. There are mosquitos—when the sun goes down, on goes the oil of citronella, a smell you don’t ever forget. Today is Sue’s birthday. She got a big cake with an American flag on it and some presents—she didn’t like the flag and wishes she didn’t have a birthday right after the 4th of July, too much firecracker stuff! We picked blueberries with Mom way up on a hill, that’s all for now, bye, Jody"
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