The Diaries of Margaret Klenke Tasset 1930 - 1939

1932 - March 29

I've spent a very miserable day today. I'm simply sick with the blues. Sweet is worried to death. Last night he tried to tell me how everything is, and he kinda choked on the words. He said that maybe we'd have a place to go if we got married next fall but he didn't have a cent to live on. He wants to get married as soon as we can but he can't bear to take me from the wonderful home I have here with no better prospects ahead of him than there is now. Someone is holding a note for $1250 of Clarence's money and he says that he can't collect a nickel on it. Gosh I feel sorry for him. Mama noticed that I was awfully blue today. I told her a few things.