FEBRUARY 22, 1936
NEW YORK—Here I am back in New York, but this time not on a very cheerful errand.
Even if a loss in a friend's family is not your own personal loss, you cannot help realizing what it means for them to lose a link which has been the center of a family chain.
Years ago I remember a friend saying to me, that one of the hard things about growing older was the passing of what to you had been the older generation. Suddenly you were standing out in front with no one to fall back on and give you a sense of security. We all must meet this however, and there is always the joy of welcoming new youth to wipe out our sadness.
I went over and spent a while this morning with my new grand baby and her mother. Is there anything more exquisite than the softness of a wee baby's skin? unfortunately her little sister Sara has had a cold and so has not been able to see the new baby. I stopped and bought Sara a toy and went in to tell her that I had seen mummy and little Kate. Sara said, "I have heard about my sister but I haven't seen her yet," and I wonder when she does there won't be just a little bite of jealousy for the newest one always occupies the center of the stage for a time at least!
This seems to be a very family day—for my daughter and I had lunch together and found ourselves discussing many things—but I just stop!