Reading through Augusta’s journals can sometimes leave me with many questions. I truly wish she had written more about herself than others. It is April 18, 1959. According to Augusta, it is 62 degrees with a sprinkle, some thunder early in the morning. Howard went to Cheyenne to get some “spectacles,” (glasses, I suppose.) She writes that it is cloudy all day and everyone is busy preparing for the big day tomorrow. As I read on, I can understand why. She is preparing for many guests, important guests to her, that will soon arrive. The date is then Sunday, April…

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