June 7, 1923
Left off my stork pants this afternoon—and hope I’ll never see ’em again!
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 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!
May 19, 1923
Aunt Betty, Father and I went over to Staten Island to see Uncle Ernest and Aunt Lucy in their new home. We travelled by trolley, elevated, ferry and taxi: a two hour trip. We stayed there about five hours, and then came home by taxi, ferry, subway and trolley! We had a splendid time: but Aunt Betty and I were all worn out when we got home! There were so many new and interesting things for me to see, especially the many boats in the harbor.
May 8, 1923
Father called in Dr. Smith to examine a rash that has appeared on my face. “A little intestinal indigestion,” said Dr. “Miff,” and left me some pleasant medicine.