June 18, 1923
Father returned from Princeton last night, where he had gone for the week end. He didn’t feel at first as though he could go, but everyone urged him: and he says it has done him a world of good to “get in line” (as one of his classmates said) “with the healing power of old friends.” I was awfully glad to see him as I missed him a lot.
June 11, 1923
Dr. Truslow took off my “straps” this afternoon and gave me insole arches to wear in my shoes. He says I’m coming on very well.
June 7, 1923
Left off my stork pants this afternoon—and hope I’ll never see ’em again!
[Found this image online explaining “stork pants.”]
June 5, 1923
Miss Bessie Sullivan took Aunt Betty and Aunt Jane and Aunt Sydney and me for a long automobile ride. We went to Shepherd Bay, where I played in the sand: to Coney Island, where I was entranced by the music “going round and round and round:” (they called it a merry-go-round): and then home by the shore drive.
June 4, 1923
At Dr. Truslow’s again. Feet still wrapped in tape. —It’s very exciting going up and down in the elevator, but I don’t like it for a cent.
At Grandma’s for dinner. This has been our regular Sunday custom for several weeks. Aunt Betty goes to New York ‘most every week end, just as she did before Mahud went away. —I often ask about Mahud and say I wish she would “come and see Gordon,” but Daddy only says, “Oh, beloved, I wish she could come.”
May 30, 1923
Gran’ma, Aunt Arey, Daddy and I were out to visit the Holts in Hollis. I had a fine time playing on the grass with Aunt Arey and Daddy, especially in running down a little hill, my first attempt at that game. —Saw a lot of real ol’ pusher engines, such as Daddy draws for me. Home at 7 and to bed after 8, a very tired little boy.
May 28, 1923
Last Saturday morning, while Daddy was giving me my bath (Aunt Betty being in New York), he was shocked to see how the arches in my feet had fallen. He blames it on the fact that just before we went to Riverton last summer the only pair of shoes Mother and he could find that my fat foot would go into was a pair of high moccasins. Unfortunately the soles were rounding, and when I began to walk my ankles naturally turned in. Daddy has been noticing my ankles for some time but didn’t realize things were so bad. —So today he took me to Dr. Walter Truslow, an old friend of his, who wrapped my feet in adhesive tape and gave orders to have the inner edge of my shoe soles raised a quarter of an inch. —The doctor is very nice, but I didn’t like the elevator in the building at all!
May 25, 1923
My new pictures have come and everyone is crazy about ’em!
May 20, 1923
We were at “Aunt” Anne Corner’s today to see her new baby, Suzanne, who came into the world about a month ago. Amusing thing—and so tiny!