Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Clara Stealey's Diary - February 7, 1910
Been sick all day to-day. Haven't been out side of the house."
Monday, November 16, 2009
Clara Stealey's Diary - February 6, 1910
Went to church this morning. Nearly croaked with the cramps this after-noon. Tom came up about 4:00 and stayed until six."

Clara Stealey's Diary - February 5, 1910
Went to the skating rink this after noon. Didn't get to skate. They didn't have any to fit me. Tom was there. Talk about your fine skaters, he certainly is one. Went to the library to-night. Myra King and I went to the show and then I came home."
Sonja Henie in One in a Million (1936)
Eva Pawlik in Sonnige Jugend (Sunny Youth) Austria (1937)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Clara Stealey's Diary - February 4, 1910
Went down to Lelia's to-night. The girls were going to the dance. They coaxed me to go too and of course I gave in and went. Oh Heavens what makes me do such things! Why was I ever born with such a weak will?" (awww!)



The Pretenders - Talk Of The Town
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
Clara Stealey's Diary - February 3, 1910
Went to the Presbyterian supper and then to the show."
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Wilfred Owen - Dulce Et Decorum Est
Wilfred Owen (English poet) was born on March 18, 1893 in Shropshire. On November 4, 1918, he was shot and killed in action as he tried to get his men across the Sambre Canal. Germany signed an armistice with the Allies on November 11, 1918 at 11:00 am, officially ending World War I.Dulce Et Decorum Est*
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Clara Stealey's Diary - February 2, 1910
Lelia took me to the Show to night. Ma. and papa went to the lecture."
The photographs that are dated in this album are from c. 1907-8.











