73° and 42°. A nice day. Rain in evening. I was home all day. Florence gave me delicious piece of strawberry-rhubarb pie for supper. She also gave me two nice tee shirts. I read some of Loren Tryon’s letters written when he was in the war in France 50 years ago. He was 20 years old. He was killed on August 28, 1944. He was such a nice young man. He wanted to be like his oldest brother, Merrill.