16 January 1912
Went to the patent office today and applied for a patent for the eyeglass fastener. It will be costly but I must patent each aspect of my prototype individually to safeguard my invention. This can’t get into the wrong hands or who knows what could happen. I’m copying a drawing of the fastener into this journal for posterity’s sake.
A few more brush strokes and my little painting of a rose for my Little Petunia will be done. Good thing Belle offered to make the cake and hold the party at the Hecock’s… that nosy nephew of mine won’t be able to sneak down to the inventorium and ruin HIS surprise! Aah, yes… cake!
16 January 1912
Can’t spy on Uncle Ed today, as we will all be celebrating Myrle’s one year birthday. When I first laid eyes on her, she was all wrinkled and ruddy, so much so that I feared that child would grow up ugly. It’s good to see she is starting to take after me! I’ll never forget that night… the first (and last!) time I smoked a pipe. Ended up with a bad case of dispepsia! It’s hard to believe that doctors think something that nasty is healthy for a person, but then I don’t like the taste of spinach either!
January 15, 1912
Working for Lake Shore Rail is really paying off! I just put in for free passes to ol’ Chicago. Ig and I are going to tear up that town. Ah! to be on my own without Mother looking over my shoulder (hope she never reads this!)
As for Uncle Ed’s new invention… he and Father were whispering in the parlor around sun up. It’s odd that he was even here on a Monday morning! Uncle Ed can be a real buttinski at times, but he’s a good egg. So why do I get a sinking feeling in my gut that this is somehow not so good for me?