December 5, 1931

“Love”, I sure cried to-day for the want of it. I never got any from my parents (none of us children did, at that Will was the favorite). I got so much of it from my children and my heart overflows for Love of them, of course my bonds for kindness was lost at times, but I ment it for there good. Husbands Love? I got very little there, as the innocent true Love I craved for wasn’t taken and returned in the same way.[1. Just a few days before Mary wrote this entry in her journal, she applied for aid from the American Red Cross (which provided assistance during the Depression). Late 1931 seems to have have been a particularly difficult time for her.] M.G.S.[2. Mary sometimes added her initials to a journal entry.]

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