GINEVRA April 16, 1912
The day started like any other. It would soon become like none other that came before.
I made my way down to breakfast, having stayed in bed too long. My husband had the children in hand, giving me leisure I rarely indulged. The sound of my daughter laughing at him in the other room woke me. Such sounds to be woken by… a child"s laughter and the bird song just outside my window, bright as the spring sunshine.
“No, Father, I cannot wear one of your ties to school, silly.”
I had lain there, listening, letting the joy they brought me slowly bring me wakefulness. With such happiness filling the house—my heart and mind—I made my way to the kitchen and the small table in the sunny corner of the room.
As was my way, I picked up the Providence Journal to read as I ate m
