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Died last time when a small child. A boy, lived in England. Three brothers and two sisters. Died of diphtheria, 1871 (See page 59 where I wrote 1671. Did Jane say the two dates? Or my error re one of them—or both?) 9 years old. (Jane dictates:) Lived in the third house before the end of a dead-end lane. Died in a front upstairs bedroom. His present mother was a very jealous older sister. The doctor charged 3 shillings for his final call.

You were not in this family, but were resting during this period. Your two present brothers were intertwined with your life on two other occasions, once as friends and once as cousins. Your present father secretly admires Loren’s apparent easy sociability, not knowing that Loren is forced to laugh and shout loudly, just as your father is more or less forced by his own personality to sit silent and sullen.

(Jane dictates:) There was an afternoon in a small park when you were a boy, about eleven. You sat on a bench, eating ice cream piled into a cone. It was, I believe, in late summer or early fall. You thought you were alone. You had visited your father in his shop of machines of some sort. It was close to five, September 17th, but on a day when there was no school.

Another boy appeared, standing in the middle of the walk. You had not seen him approach, and took it for granted that he came by way of a walk that wound around a bandstand. He had jacks in his hand. You looked at each other and were about to speak. A squirrel ran up a nearby tree. You turned to watch, and you were going to point out the squirrel to the stranger, but when you turned around he was gone. You looked around and could see him nowhere. For a short time you wondered, and then the incident was forgotten. As a matter of fact, at that same time your brother Loren was looking out of your father’s shop, and he saw nothing.

On this plane you must work within certain limits. Man simply cannot use all his abilities on the earthly plane indiscriminately. Nevertheless, occasionally a personality will astound itself by such an image production as the one you met in the park. Usually this particular type of image production vanishes by the time the personality reaches adulthood. In childhood, however, such occurrences are frequent.