Powell’s last diary kept as she loses weight and grows more sickly. Many of the entries this year are about her failing health and her determination to try to continue writing. She is delighted by the birth of Jacqueline Miller Rice’s daughter named Hilary Dawn. Powell dies at St. Luke’s Hospital on November 14, 1965—the same week as the first great New York blackout.
Powell has lunch with her new editor Morris Philipson and reminisces about her early days in New York.
Powell sums up her literary philosophy one more time.
Continuation of Powell’s summary of her literary philosophy. At the end of this entry, she refers to John Franklin Sherman, her “cousin Jack,” to whom she dedicated “My Home Is Far Away” and who was instrumental in freeing Powell’s papers after her death.
The last entry in Powell’s diary. It has always impressed Tim Page that the final word in her life’s work should be “will.”