This has been the saddest Easter day I have ever known. Instead of rejoicing at church services I felt like weeping. The feeling is not pessimistic or gloomy - just gently sad.
The whiteness of the lilies, the softness of the chanting.
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Easter Sunday and John would not go to church with me. He did not call or come around. At five I went to his home for supper - the usual evening followed. No attention paid to me by John.
This has been the saddest Easter day I have ever known. Instead of rejoicing at church services I felt like weeping. The feeling is not pessimistic or gloomy - just gently sad. The whiteness of the lilies, the softness of the chanting.
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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
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