From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:

Last night, Grandmother and Grandfather had an awful fight. About me. When Grandmother came home from the cemetery yesterday, I was busy practicing the piano, and she said that Grandfather should have stopped me from playing, because my mother has died eight years ago, and that it was a day of mourning. Grandfather said, “And if the child doesn’t play, will that bring her back?” But then I stopped and went to my room. I felt sad. I could still hear Grandmother and Grandfather fighting for a long, long time.