Clear pleasant, a spring day. Harry and I attended the funeral of I. Walton Martin a great many there. He belonged to the G.A.R.! Guss Post (?). I met many persons I knew. We went by Trolley to Miles Spring. I went from there with Will Bailey, his father and mother and they brought me home. Harry rode on to Clouds (?) and walked across to Marlboro. Will Baileys little boy Eusebins is sick. Harry going to West Chester to night. I feel tired and sleepy so declining going to West Chester to "Idle Hour".
GAR stands for the Grand Army of the Republic
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