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 […]

December 26, 1915 “That’s the third five for a 15 - two, then three in a row for six and the last card for nine big points!” du Bois hollered while picking up his cards. “You’re killing me with your pegging,“ I moaned. “Skill, just plain skill.” “Nonsense, you’re lucky. I’m still winning this game […]

Mid-January 1916 (Hello reader, it is Corina typing. I should not be transcribing Julius’s written abandoned diary, but I was curious, compelled and felt deserted. He left me and his dog, Charlie. I am even using his typewriter since he also left it behind. It was too heavy to carry in his rucksack as he […]

December 21, 1915 “Julius, welcome to the Oasis! I’ll buy you a beer. It’s on the house. I’ve wanted to talk to you. But first I want to show you the sign I made,” August Durbin exclaimed. “You’re in a jovial mood,” I responded. “Why not? There’s no sense in pouting. I’ll be right back.” […]

July 22, 1915 I decided to cross the river and walk to work through Steamboat.  Lately, I have gone along the railroad tracks because I didn’t want to think about Corina. But a little voice in my head said, Walk through town. It has been a while.  I shared the Second Street Bridge with a […]