Boston - Cambridge
Ther [Thermometer] Sunday, Dec. 26, 1915 [December 26, 1915] Wea [Weather]
D. G. Elliot funeral 10 A.M. Mixed
Presbyterian Church, New York City
  Heavy, warm rain falling all last night.
Early morning sunny & mild. More rain
towards noon followed by a blinding
snow storm accompanied by a full gale,
lasting about three hours (1-3 P.M.).
After that clearing skies & falling temperatures.
  We breakfasted together & spent much of 
forenoon in our guests' rooms in the
sixth story. C. [Caroline Brewster] went to church about 11
and returned at 12.30 driving to & from
St. Pauls in a cab. Miss Holman &
Miss Harkness departed for North Station
in a similar conveyance at 12.45.
We three who were left lunched at 1.30.
I started for Cambridge shortly before 3
when the storm was at its height.
One could scarce see across the street
so thickly fell the big snow flakes and the
wind was really terrifying. More than once
it almost threw me down as I struggled
towards the subway station on Boylston St.
Nor had the furious gusts abated much of their
violence when I reached to Cambridge & walked
down Sparks St. to find our front yard
strewn with branches torn from the old
[margin]lindens, but the snow had ceased falling after covering the ground
to a depth of only an inch or so for most of it had melted as it struck. C. & E.R.S. [Elizabeth R. Simmons]
came out
a little later
in a limousine[/margin]

Cambridge.
Ther [Thermometer] Monday, Dec. 27, 1915 [December 27, 1915] Wea [Weather]
  Peabody bird in full song Fair
Partly sunny, mostly thin cloudy, calm,
mild, snow fall of yesterday melting slowly.
  In Garden - 9 A.M. - a Blue Jay in
clothes yard eating a piece of white bread; a
Fox Sparrow under Parkman's apple tree, where
the snow had been brushed off & the ground
strewn with millet seed, maintaining and
well nigh monopolizing this attractive little
space (no bigger than a blanket) against
the furtive inroads of a dull-colored
Peabody bird and the bolder incursion of
half a dozen House Sparrows. I noted no
other species save the Chickadee, heard just
outside my study window. Very near
this window, shortly after sunset, the
full song of a White-throated Sparrow rang
out loud & clear to be once repeated. Whether
or not its author was the selfsame bird
seen earlier in the day I cannot say
for he did not show himself.
  Spent day in Museum writing letters.
We opened Christmas packages this eve [evening], E.R.S. [Elizabeth R. Simmons]
had hosts, C. [Caroline Brewster] rather many, I only a few.
We have sent out no gifts to speak of this year.