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.