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(Jane and I had visited the Wilburs at their trailer in Wellsburg last Friday evening, January 14, 1966, and met for the first time their 2-year old son, Scotty. When we left Jane forgot her pocketbook and Marilyn returned it Saturday morning; she had her son with her and Jane had more time to observe him. After Marilyn left Jane and I discovered that both of us had been alarmed by the child in some vague way; his actions had been quite overtly strong, we thought, involving such things as pretending to kill our cat Willy, taking swings at Jane and me, etc. We found it hard to like him subjectively, even while dismissing these demonstrations.

(When I spend too much time going out, Seth told me, too many evenings in a row visiting or dancing, I get depressed because I feel it is a waste of time in spite of the psychic benefits to be derived from being with others. This feeling stems from my mother, who “must always be up and at it,” Seth said, and also from my Aunt Alice, who used to be a missionary, and whom I have met but once or twice. She is now very old.