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2005-05-08 - 9:53 p.m. Why This Diary? What happens after I'm gone? These are just musings flying into the air, since no-one will be able to log into this space to say what has happened to me, when I am no longer me. How strange. What a fleeting experience, is this online diary. But then, my written paper diaries and journals are I suppose just as etherial. I just began a new Dream Diary yesterday. This is just for me, because who aside from me could learn anything from my recorded dreams? Once I complete a dream journal, and perhaps read back on it years from now, since it means nothing to anyone else, has it lived beyond it's purpose? But then, I love reading letters and journals of people's lives of a hundred years past! Just today I read a letter from someone in Florida dated Jan. 10, 1941...this is so precious: Dear Sam and Chloe: D.H. asked me to find out who had pecans to sell, what kind, and the price. So I am asking you to let me know as soon as you can. It is real cool here this morning. D.H. went to the other farm, I think to plant cucumbers; expect to plant some here too. Going to set some more pepper on the other farm. Picked some pepper and some eggplant over there this week. Will soon dig potatoes here. I think D.H. will be in for dinner, hope so, for he didn't take any lunch. I've steam-fried pepper and cabbage together for him, so wish he would come on. My washwoman didn't do the ironing, so that is ahead of me. I put up 8 pts. of tomato juice yesterday; hope it will keep. How is Mother, and all the rest? Hope Sam is feeling better. Must stop. Mail has been earlier the past two days. Let me know about the nuts soon, please. Love to all, Hattie.