At the Bungalow 7/7/22

July 7, 1922 — Riverton, Connecticut

Here we are in our house for the summer, if all goes well: but our first day from home was a strenuous one.  I’ll say it was!  —We left home in a taxi at 8:15 in the morning, Father, Mother, I and my go-cart.  Took the New York, New Haven and Hartford train at 9:42 and had to take a day coach as the train carried no chair car. However that was probably just as well, for we turned one seat over and so had a double seat all to ourselves—and the car wasn’t crowded at any time.  The trip was generally pleasant—except that for dinner I had only milk and crackers; and I yelled like the dickens, when nap time came and I couldn’t get off to sleep right away.  We reached Winsted, Connecticut, an hour late, and there took a taxi for Riverton, four and a half miles away.  I enjoyed the drive, as I always do, and the country was very lovely.  It’s good to get out of the noisy, dirty city into a place where trees and hills are all about.  —Got to our bungalow about 3 o’clock, and I was allowed to snoop around and examine things while parents hustled to get things in order for the night.  Miss Jane Jenners, who lives next door and who is an old friend of Father’s and Mother’s, had us all down to her house for supper:—and I had my first regular meal since leaving home!  Good!

After supper I was put to bed on a cot, since my crib Isn’t here, and a barricade of chairs and pillows built around me.  I went to sleep promptly, as I was very tired, but about midnight I woke up nearly frozen (as usual I had kicked off all the coverings—and the night was cold) and yelled for help.  My parents came and tucked me in again and I was off to sleep immediately.  —At 2:10 Mother was wakened by a thump and Father by the following cry, and when they came running in they found me under the cot trying to sit up! Father dragged me out and comforted me: and then I was put between Father and Mother in the big bed.  We spent the rest of the night fairly comfortably until 6 A. M. and then I began to kick and toss about and complain about things in general—and at 7 we all got up. —’T was indeed “a hectic night,” as Mother called it.

Today, however, we got back about to normal, although my meals were a bit late, and I’ve gotten pretty well used to our new home.  —The bungalow belongs to Miss Maude Gardens, a chum of Miss Jenner’s, and she has given it to us for the summer.  We are inexpressibly grateful to her for her kindness, for we hadn’t known what we were to do until she offered us the use of the bungalow.  She is painting up in Maine this summer.

The Bungalow in which the Evans family lived during the summer of 1922. RIVERTON, CONN.

Packing! 7/3/22

July 3, 1922

The house is in great disorder, for we are all going away on Thursday to spend the summer in Connecticut.  Father’s vacation began on the first, but I haven’t seen him much since, for he has been helping Grandmother and Aunt Sara pack their household goods for storage over the summer.  —But soon I’ll be with him all day long, and that will be fine.

Mother and I were at Grandfather’s almost all day yesterday; Mother helping Aunt Nora get ready for her sailing for Scotland on the Fourth, and I just having a good time.  —Bet Aunt Nora’ll be surprised when she sees me again in September, for I expect to be walking by that time.

Tummy Bounces 6/30/22

June 30, 1922

Tried out my new shoes yesterday, and they aren’t so bad.  In fact I don’t mind ’em at all: and they do help some when I am on my feet.

And I’m on my feet very often these days.  I love to walk with someone holding my arms.  I strike out like a soldier and fairly run along.  Sometimes my feet get ahead of my body, and then I have to wait until I catch up with myself!

Also I have a perfectly charming new stunt.  A week or so ago Mother took me into Father’s room before he was up and put me on his bed.  After we had romped together a bit, Father lay down on his back, set me on his stomach, low down, and began to bounce up and down!  Wonderful sensation!  —Very soon I began to help along—and we bounced and we bounced and we bounced!  Father got tired first.  —Now almost every morning we have this sport—and I love it.

A Subway Trip to the Store 6/28/22

June 28, 1922

Today I was taken out to BEST & CO., in New York, to see if we could find there a pair of shoes to fit me.  “Twas a most exciting trip for me, because it was my first ride in the subway.  I was scared at first at the noise and commotion and the many strange faces, especially when the train stopped and they opened the door and people came rushing in. But I got used to it pretty soon and was much interested in everything, the lights and overhead fans and the nice man beside me—an’ everything!  But I was glad Father was holding me tight on his knee!  And after a bit when we got out and Father carried me along 34th St. and up Fifth Avenue I liked that a lot. —And then he carried me into an old elevator thing, and I didn’t like that at all and clung to him just as hard as I could and yelled, while he spoke soothing works in my ear, saying “Never mind, old man: it will be over in a minute!”  And sure enough, in just a moment we went out of the horrid thing and into a room where there were a lot of the nicest women, and one came to me and waited on me and tried to find shoes that would fit my stubby foot—but to no avail.  Finally she suggested moccasins—and we got a pair of them; high topped things with flat soles.  Father roared when she put them on me and said I looked just like a comic picture of a boy wearing shoes!  And they were big and funny, but of course we weren’t used to shoes on my feet.—And while the saleswoman was away I struck up a great flirtation with the girl behind the counter: and then Mother went upstairs and Father and I kind o’ played together and we overheard a great many complimentary remarks about me.  One nice lady even shook hands with me and told me I was the nicest baby she’d ever seen on a shopping trip!

And then we went back into the subway again: and I was so busy seeing things I had no time even to smile.

“Who’s coming?” 6/27/22

June 27, 1922

Whenever Mother hears Father coming in the door she says to me, “Who is it?  Who is it?” And I laugh and chuckle, ’cause I know that the man who carries me around is coming.  But today, when Mother asked, “Who’s coming?”, I hurried down the hall to meet him, just as fast as ever I could creep!  And he lifted me high in his arms and hugged me and called me “Blessed Lamb” —and I’m going to meet him every day hereafter!

Last Sunday Father and I had several walks together, he holding my arms from behind.  All I need now is practice, for I’m a past-master in the art of creeping.  Today I had a wonderful time, and my toys were strewn all over the place when Father came in.

I’ve long known that there was another baby about the place:  I’ve often seen him in our looking-glasses.  But yesterday I discovered him all by myself—creeping about on the floor behind the long mirror in Mother’s closet door.  Whenever I went forward, he did so too: and when I laughed, he laughed: and when I stretched out my hands, he reached his out also.  We had a find time together: and today we played together again.  It’s great to have someone your own age in the house.  Father and Mother understand pretty well, but this chap in the looking-glass knows everything!

Chubby Feet! 6/25/22

June 25, 1922

My twelfth tooth appeared—lower left molar!  I’ve been feeling for it lately with my finger—and this morning Mother located it, two little points sticking through.  Now I’m all equipped for chewing—and Father says I chew my food remarkably well!

Yesterday Mother and Father took me down town to fit me with my first pair of shoes—but they think now they won’t do ’cause they’re too long.  My foot is stubby and fat with a high instep, and so I s’pose it’s going to be hard to fit it.

Creeping everywhere! 6/21/22

June 21,1922

Father spent the last week end—Friday till Monday—in Princeton at his Twenty Fifth Reunion:—and he came home to find that his son had taken many steps forward!

First of all, Mother told tales on me. She told him that all the time he was away I went to bed every night without a whimper.—Of course: don’t I know that he’s the only one who ever carries me? And why should I cry for the impossible?—But, now that he’s home again, I’m going to insist that he walk me to sleep after supper. I know he loves to do it: he’s told me so often enough: and, goodness knows, I love it!

And then he found me creeping all over the place:—and it’s most exciting! There are so many things to discover, just as I knew there would be.  I’ve been in Mother’s closet and hauled out things: and under her bed and hauled out things: and under the kitchen tubs and hauled out things: and in Father’s room and hauled out things:—and it’s a great life!  If I do say it myself.  I’ve developed into an expert creeper.  I go scooting up and down the halls and around corners and in and out of rooms at a great rate.  And it is perfectly wonderful when Mother pretends to chase me!  Then I go so fast I fall all over myself!

Aunt Nora brought me a pair of four-year-old overalls.—and I could hardly get into ’em!  So Mother has exchanged them for a seven-year-old size (imagine! and I but 16 months!), and, although the legs are much too long, they’re all right in other respects.  Father says he’s going to cut off the legs a bit, and Mother says they save both my stockings and my feet as they are: so I don’t know what’s going to happen.  The flapping ends do get in my way sometimes, especially when I stand up:—and Mother calls me a crocodile!—But I can creep in ’em just the same: and no one cares how dirty they get.

Also I am saying “Bab-bie, Bab-bie, Bab-bie!”  Everyone thinks it very cunning and Mother is inclined to believe I’m calling her—but I just like the sound of the name as Father pronounces it!

New Schedule 6/14/22

June 14, 1922

Today, for the first time, I have been absolutely without a bottle all day long. When I wakened at 7:30 I had no desire for milk, so just lay and talked to myself a while. At 7:45 Mother gave me a half-glass of orange juice: and that, which I used to get about 9 o’clock, some time after my early bottle, will be my only “appetizer” hereafter.

The new schedule is now in full operation. Orange juice about 7:45: bath between 8:30 and 9: breakfast at 9: dinner (a big one) between 12:30 and 2: and supper at 6. Both Mother and I agree that it is a fine schedule. My nap comes about 11 o’clock and lasts for an hour and a half to two hours, usually; and the afternoon I spend in play on the roof or in the house, depending on the weather.

This afternoon Mother discovered my ELEVENTH TOOTH! Came with no trouble at all—and it is a molar, too; the lower right one!