Hope and Trust December 31, 1915 My only hope is to continue. No hope is despair and death in deep snow. Hope is slighter, tougher, less tangible than trust. In good times we trust life and in bad we hope. I hope I have the courage, confidence, and optimism to succeed, to live. I trust […]

October 22, 1915 “You’re writing everything we say in your diary.” “Not everything.” “Julius you are a burglar of conversations,” Corina teased. “It helps me remember.” “Good, bad and sad?” “Yes, all of it, I guess.” The full moon rose above the mountains and illuminated Corina’s Garden, now nipped by frost. Odd shadows of stalks […]

September 22, 1915 I love cottonwoods. I do not know why. Perhaps it is subtle grandiosity. They tower tall, endure the wind, and offer a home to the transient wildlife. They stoically cast shadows along the river and the streets of Steamboat Springs. I have a thin leaf variety close to my backdoor. I cannot […]

September 1, 1915 “The phone call is for you,” Maggie shouted from the kitchen. “Hurry up, we are on a party line.” Who would be calling me? I have only used this new invention occasionally and only because no one was around to answer the ringing machine. “Ah… hello, yes?” “Julius, it’s Corina.” “Oh, hello. […]

July 2, 1915 The Steamboat Pilot reported, Dr. F.E. Willett has purchased the Steamboat Sanitarium. He is the kind, firm, knowledgeable physician who treated Corina’s broken wrist. The hospital was established a year ago and is a great benefit to the community. Unfortunately, the previous owner’s business management interfered with the complete success of the […]