August 8th, 1942
Today I work up from a dreamless sleep. Being awake for 48 hours is truly less-than fun. My wonderful brother asked if I would knit him a sweater and my reply was, "I have nothing else to do." In 4 hours and 23 minutes I had a blue and red sweater knitted for him. New record. Afterwards I was still as board as an abandon brick so I asked Mr. Gibbson if I could sing for him. He had said to go ahead, but to be very quiet. I sang a short song called Da Pacem Dominé. A Latin peace for the winter time. It seemed to satisfy us both.
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My Days In Hiding
Historical FictionA story about a young girl that lived during the holocaust.
