I have been expecting it for a year or more. On that little bridge with the silvery ripples below and the almost full moon shining brightly on our faces you said that you love me. You can't Lester. It was the moonlight. It must have been! No, it has not been moonlight for seven years. For the first time in my life I felt afraid to go outside with you. The whole time I was with you my heart was calling for John as though I wanted him to come to me, to protect me. Always will. We belong to each other.
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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
April 2018
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