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At nine o'clock I met John at Germantown Ave and off we went to City Hall for our own marriage license. I did some more shopping in town for undies and bridge slippers.
This is Virginia's last diary entry. The day of her wedding.
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My wedding day. It is cloudy but warm and my new suit will be just right.
__ At nine o'clock I met John at Germantown Ave and off we went to City Hall for our own marriage license. I did some more shopping in town for undies and bridge slippers. This is Virginia's last diary entry. The day of her wedding.
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Just one more night. This has been my last day of maidenhood or virginity. And this is my last night of freedom.
John says I shall always be free. This afternoon, after office hours, I bought my wedding dress. It is a suit of tan and brown. I bought a brown straw hat and shall wear wear brown kid gloves and shoes. Mother has been wonderful. Everyone has for that matter. Alice addressed one hundred announcements today and this evening. John and I wrote the inner envelopes. I've washed my hair and completed my sewing. Things are happening fast. Can it be true? The engraver has been called and announcements ordered. Cousin Flo and Gin took me shopping for a dress this evening. But no luck. We also called at the engravers for the outer envelopes of the announcements.
John has been to see Dr. Aston. We want authoritative information on the sexual questions! It is all I can do to keep my mind on the work I try to do. I've even sewed on the silk undlies today. Now I know I'm asleep! This afternoon after working hours John and I went to get my wedding ring. It is a beautiful, dainty platinum band with twenty diamonds side by side across the top.
I bought a pair of patent leather slippers. John came home with me for dinner to await a call from Mr. D(?). We went to see Dr. Pember to arrange for the ceremony. It is all set for four-thirty Thursday afternoon. John also called a few friends. I've called Harriet, Elizabeth, and Cousin Flo and written to Mamie and Jennie and Brother. (February 6th is blank.)
I think I must be dreaming. It cannot possibly be true that John and I have decided, in spite of everything, to marry this Thursday. The whole family is more or less excited and I hardly know what I am doing. Several times he has mentioned that means of obtaining money.
My boy is a bit blue tonight. We we've been to see "Arrow-smith" - a good picture. Also to see some furniture at LInde's - which probably added to John's "blueness" for we both like the things we can't afford. (How did this happen - I've skipped a week of pages in my diary! On Feb 5th I'll have to write in today's date, Jan 29th.) Jack wants to take me to lunch someday when Miss Steel will change lunch hours with me.
Being more or less in love with love it is fun to tease him about it. I told him I had been trying to figure out what kind of girl he ought to marry. "Why don't you try it?" says friend Jack. Spent the evening with Elizabeth. I feel worldly wise and broad-minded when I am with her. While she, herself tries to be broad-minded, her life is narrow. Mother and I spent the evening at Gin's. She's happy enough, apparently.
Perhaps it is just an idea that is not practical but nevertheless I should like to give my life to John in such a way that all my work and plans should be arranged to help him. I should like to be his official hostess, his home-maker, his confidant, his playmate. I should like to feel that everything I do is for his betterment - and when he is a well-known and popular businessman, I shall conduct the one place in the world where he can have rest and quiet and relaxation.
(Blank January 23-31)
Sewing again. Some day I shall finish making these undies! My napkins and tablecloth are finished. Mother hemmed them and beautifully, too. |
ContextThis is the journal of Virginia Lee Scott, my grandmother, written when she was seventeen and first dating my grandfather, John Arnold Wilson. It's a dairy published by Media Drug Stores and includes space for two entries per day, with facts about the era printed at the bottom, which I have included in italics. Following, 1928, is the journal of John Arnold Wilson, my grandfather, at age nineteen and in love with my grandmother, followed by my grandmother's journal in 1931. Archives
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