Les. down from country again. He kissed me again—because he is stronger, physically than I. I dragged him to the hair dresser with me, poor kid. Afterward we saw “Izzy Murphy” then a banana split. We romped with each other all the way home and I really enjoyed it. But during the picture – where was my mind? Not on the picture – nor my escort – but someone else – “my Pal.”
Discussion “Smoking for women.” Is it wrong – physically or morally? How were morals established and how do they change? Do women smoke because others do? Why do men smoke? Everything we do is imitation or instinct. Does it lead to other “things.” Why? What do men think of women smokers? Does the women who smokes stand for the very highest ideals of womanhood? If not, why not? It it up to the individual.
WEATHER WISDOM-II: A deep blue sky, even when seen through the clouds, means fair weather, a growing whiteness, an approaching storm. Fogs indicate settled weather. A morning fog usually breaks up before noon. Unusual clearness in the atmosphere, or an unusual twinkling of the stars or unusual brightness indicates rain.
I feel ashamed for the things I said yesterday. Everything seems so much brighter today! When we came home from school, John and I stopped at the store and bought a cake. Mother had some ice cream, so we had a regular party and after the party – my pal. It is good sometimes to feel weak in a strong man’s arms. How I would miss my “playmate.”
John, you seem just a little indifferent tonight. Stubborn about the rubber bands! You left me by merely asking if I would be at school tomorrow! I am losing you John and you promised to be my pal forever. When you left, my heart called to you but you did not turn. Were you thinking of me? Yes, I almost cried when, from the porch, I watched you walking away. Perhaps John, after tomorrow, I will never see you again. Perhaps you have walked away forever. After Monday our house will be taken from us* – and you gone too! Yes, my contented happiness was too good to last. Your Valentine candy seems like a mockery.
WEATHER WISDOM-I: A grey, lowering sunset, or one where the sky is green or yellowish green, indicates rain. A red sunrise, with clouds lowering later in the morning, also indicates rain. A halo after fine weather indicates a storm. A morning rainbow is a sign of rain, an evening one of fine weather.
*Virginia's family had financial difficulties.
Valentine’s Day. I gave J. some candy that I made myself. He gave me his Valentine, a beautiful red heart-shaped box of nuts and bon-bons. John never forgets me and he is so thoughtful of little things on special occasions. We were not left alone this evening. Poor Pal is so tired. A hard day.
Went to S.S. and church. Fine sermon. The Bible is a record of the revelation of God to men, through men (and the incarnation of Jesus Christ), expressed in such a way that it might be understood by the people of the time in which it was written. It is a book of “religion,” – not science. It’s facts were true when written and always will be. Modern science does not contradict the Bible.
I’ve missed you today, John, but know you are enjoying your Southern brother’s company.
Gossip, gossip: Who could have begun the tale about me being engaged. Who could have said that I have introduced “a young man” as my fiancé. John knows I haven’t. God knows I haven’t.
MOTHER OF PRESIDENTS: During the first thirty-six years after the independence of the United States, the state of Virginia• furnished the presidents for thirty-two years and so came to be called the “Mother of Presidents.”
A holiday – Lincoln’s birthday. What a glorious morning. I walked to the “Avenue” in hot sunshine.—Alone.—to have “lock’s shorn.” What is happening to Sho(?). Meghan! “The Canadian” was not very good. John’s promotion was also financial. I am so proud of you. We are so young. Do we know our own minds? Surely we must. We do now, but will our taste change! It can’t, it can’t. I will always love your strong face, your soft brown curls and the feel of your strong arms holding me close to your quick and pulsing heart.
But Puppy love is true love! I may get over it but it is the happiest time in my life while it lasts. And it will last, it shall last! Lester has been a good friend. Jim – I am afraid of, I tremble in his sight and I know not why. Stewart, I thought, was a great gentleman, but he is very weak. John is strong, gentle—perfect. A he-man, but a ladies’ man. Only one lady’s man. He’s mine!
THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE: The Charge occurred at Balaclava on October 25th, 1854, in the war between England and Russia. It was because of a mistaken order and in twenty minutes about two-thirds of the soldiers had been killed or wounded. Tennyson’s poem has immortalized the heroes who advanced, fearless in obedience, although knowing their fate.
How comforting it was to hear your voice. I haven’t seen you since Tuesday and I will not see you again until Saturday. Even though, like our cloud covered stars, they try to hide but we know they are there. J.J.I.L.Y.P.A.
I feel that I am waiting, waiting, but for what? I need not wait for J. He is already mine.
Yes, I stayed away from school to go up to the country. I loved the long ride into the moonlight and dreamed of John. Why did I stay away from school? Because I knew that you would not be there? Lester carried me across the mud in his arms. He has been a very kind friend, but crude. Both Fred and Lester kissed me when we arrived. A kiss of friendship.
BANK NOTES—The oldest bank note in existence is one preserved in the Asiatic Museum at Leningrad. It dates from the year 1399 B.C., and was issued by the Chinese government. It can be proved from Chinese chroniclers that as early as 2697 B.C. bank notes were current in China under the name of “flying money.”
This 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.