A holiday. Yes, for both you and I, John. Is it possible that they could have called you to come and work tonight at the bank, a holiday? Do I doubt you, John? Oh no, not that. I am just terribly disappointed. I have been so ill, physically, all week and lonely. Tonight I am so heart sick. I want you here, or there, gee, I'd be happy anywhere as long as I'm with you.
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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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