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Show Mile High City 141 for 29 dumps and 19 pilers. There have to be three new dump designs completed and built before the end of this month. Harold is really terribly tired, working much too late and long, but I have no power over him. I had a lovely evening with the children. We ate early, so they felt lively. While I gave Judy her bottle, Barnard and Ibby took turns performing on the Spanish table, improvis ing songs and dances. They are not self-conscious around me, and I adored their performances." On May 9 Madelyn was suffering from migraines and other physical problems, intensified by the demands of the children. She wrote: I long only to go home to my mountains, shut myself up with only the children, and perhaps Aunt Sarah [Scott] to strengthen my weariness. Harold is away so much, so engrossed in his work, that I derive no pleasure from our relationship. It is worse this year than ever. He is making money, but he still skimps me on my budget. He doesn't even bother to keep one. 15 The next day was Sunday, Mothers Day, and she continued to feel bad: I am as discouraged and hopeless as anyone could be. This body seems caving in all over. There is hardly a spot that is not aching and sore. I am a fail ure as a mother. I read today that if children improve with the years the methods of the mother are correct; if they are is a nightmare I am living. My worse, then the mother is too nervous or tense in her meth ods. At times Elizabeth is worse. Barney is utterly unman ageable. Judy is angelic in disposition, but underweight and without appetite. Julia, a new colored maid, is with me. She can cook but I believe she'll be slouchy. I am a crab. John was [Madelyn's younger brother] here, but quite bored with Barnard's and my sickness, left early. Harold ordered some flowers sent. They were quite withered and lanky, like me. I |
