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From 8-year old Hilda Firestone’s diary:

Eight years ago today my mother died. Grandmother put on a big hat with a long black veil and went to the cemetery. She wanted to take me with her. She said I should see my mother’s grave as often as possible so I wouldn’t forget it, but Aunt Tillie said that a cemetery is no place for children so I didn’t have to go. Aunt Tillie is very good to me. She sews so perfectly and embroiders the most beautiful collars and cuffs on all my dresses.

Perhaps today was the anniversary of Hilda’s mother’s burial in San Francisco – the January 19, 1904 edition of the San Francisco Chronicle has a death notice for Hilda’s mother (for whom her daughter was named), which says she died in New York on January 17th: