It's thundering and lightning. The rain is falling in sheets. I love to watch its raging madness. I know that you too are watching it. I know that you like thunderstorms. It is quieting now. So am I, for I am thinking, longing, dreaming of you for somehow it always brings you closer to me.
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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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