Down the street, not far from there, is the graveyard where the great writer is buried, the Westminster Presbyterian, and also at Fayette and Greene Streets is the Edgar Allen Poe School, named in his memory. I was eager to see where Mommy taught after graduating from college, and I had to hear about it all. I was very interested. Mommy told me about the class-"children" from fifteen to fifty. She taught night school there, high school English, and many students were employed people. How proud I was of that! Everything Mommy ever did I wanted to know all about, and I never tired of listening.

Another great writer is buried in the Episcopal Church cemetery on Greenmount Avenue. Her name is Lizette Woodworth Reese.

We sat in Mt. Vernon Square and looked at the people and the pigeons. There are green benches there. And we looked at the George Washington Monument which is in Mt. Vernon Square with heavy blocks of uneven large paving stones all around it. We went to the Pratt Libraries and the Flag House and the old Shot Tower near the Peale Museum, which was all the way downtown in old Baltimore. We went to the Peabody Library and saw many interesting exhibits. Mommy did most of her studying there when she went to John Hopkins for her teacher's degree. There were fine study desks in back, and it was very quiet there.

We went to hear concerts in the Peabody Concert Hall, and we heard the Baltimore Symphony at the Lyric. I remember the Vienna Boys Choir singing beautiful Christmas music. I liked to hear choirs sing, and I liked to listen to Mommy sing too.

I liked to study all about the cities in America and all about the colonies too. Our trips to Washington and to Annapolis taught me a lot about our history.

We took a trip to Washington one day so I could see the buildings of the Capitol. I saw George Washington's signature, and I copied it when I got home, because I remembered it.

We went to Thomas Jefferson's memorial. Just think, he wrote the Declaration of Independence.

When we walked up all the steps leading to the building, I thought how great a man he was and how much he did for our country. I was very quiet, thinking about it. I looked at the beautiful dome and the white marble, and I was very serious because he was one of the fathers of our country. When we got up inside there, we read the writing on the marble walls.

Mommy said, "These walls are warm with love of humanity and sacrifice for ideals, Linda."

She read the words aloud: "I have sworn upon the alter of God eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man." She explained what it meant. No one should try to be a tyrant over anybody else, but love God and try to do good for Him, and love our fellowman and help him.

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