Page 51 November 3, 1966 At the request of children I begin again today to talk about old and new experiences.  Meanwhile, my eyes have become weak, my legs have left me completely in the lurch, and at my own request have ended up in a nursing home and have time to write. Seven weeks ago today, my dear husband, your good father, was on the earth, tomorrow it will be seven weeks that they lowered him into the grave.  While painting the window...