A Window Chair! 12/17/22

Dec. 17, 1922

Been sleeping wonderfully the last two nights.  Last night I went to sleep at 7:30 and I didn’t wake until a quarter of ten this morning—and I think I wouldn’t have wakened then, if the door hadn’t squeaked when Mother closed it!  Yesterday I slept through till 8:50; so it is evident that I’m a good sleeper when every thing is all right with me.  —Two nights ago I was too hot, what with sleeping bag and blanket, and I had my family awake almost all night worrying over what the matter was.  Father has always insisted that I didn’t require so many clothes at night, but he hasn’t yet been able to convince Mother and Aunt Bessie of that fact.  During the day, it is true, I’m lightly clothed, but when it comes to putting me to bed old-fashioned ideas of “tucking me in” still prevail!  Almost always I wear a light sweater [for I will not keep my arms and shoulders under cover] and my sleeping bag is quite a sufficient addition, except on very cold nights.

My cold has all gone now.  Had my last dose of my nice medicine last night.  Haven’t been out of doors yet, however, though I should have gone out today, if it hadn’t rained.

Grandfather has given me a lovely little window chair all for my very own and I adore it.  I climb up into it and sit there with a book or the baby doll, which Grandmother brought me from Pennsylvania, and am very happy.  The chair is big enough for Father or Mother to sit in, so it is going to last me a great many years.

Ever So Much Better 12/10/22

Dec. 10, 1922

A perfect night last night, sleeping without a cough from 7 PM to 8 AM.  Today I’ve coughed a little, chiefly, I think, because I’ve been allowed to run about and sometimes I’ve played so hard that I have gotten oeverheated: but I look and feel ever so much better.

Grandfather and Uncle Ken were here today and we had good times together.

Advantages of Being Sick 12/9/22

Dec. 9, 1922

Mrs. MacDonald, Aunt Bliss’s mother, came up from New Brunswick day before yesterday to spend a week with us, and she and Aunt Bessie and Mother were out shopping today, so I was left alone with Father.  He found it somewhat of a job to keep me off the floor and quiet, but of course I’m always happy with him.  One great advantage of being sick is that Father carries me and sings me to sleep.  For several nights now I have had “Carry Me Back to Old Virginny” sung to me, and I like it.

The doctor told Mother that he thought my new teeth had no connection with my cold, but that I had caught a horrid germ from her.  I don’t know where I got the thing, but I hope I’ll soon get rid of it.  I am much better today: didn’t cough at all last night.

A Very Sick Boy 12/6/22

Dec. 6, 1922

Had a pretty good night last night.  The doctor came again this morning and says I’m better but still a very sick boy.  Gave orders that I am to be kept off the floor for several days and be very quiet.  I’m trying to be cheerful—and succeeding very well.  Aunt Bessie is dear with me.  Having brought up two babies—a niece and a grand niece—she knows just about what a baby needs: and since she never romps with me, I don’t expect it, and so she doesn’t find it difficult to keep me off the floor and quiet.  —But when Father is home it is different; for he has always played with me, and I perfectly willing to play even now when I am sick.

Coughing All Night! 12/5/22

Dec. 5, 1922

Dreadful time last night.  Father didn’t get a wink of sleep, for he had to carry me almost all the time.  I coughed very badly and the only position in which I could get relief was in Father’s arms or almost sitting up beside him on the couch.  He’d prop me up on a pillow and lie down beside me, but he never lay long because I coughed and woke and cried and coughed—and then he had to take me in his arms.

In the morning, Dr. Smith, whom Mother had called up the night before and who said he thought it wouldn’t be necessary for him to come then, came and said I had a “grippy” cold with a “temperature.”  Also he said I was a good boy to be so cheerful through all my coughing.