I must not let my personal appearance lag even if I am busy. A shampoo and a manicure have taken most of the evening but they are necessities!
Monday sewing and a little dreaming. I've at last finished a pair of step-ins I began in October. They are quite lovely. So soft and silky, and all hand made, trimmed in real lace.
And now New Year's day and the weekend have passed and I must buckle down to work and do some sewing. John is back at school and I must keep busy too while he is working hard.
I've sewed and crocheted tonight.
In spite of the facts appearing discouraging we have nothing really to be gloomy about. I thoroughly enjoyed myself New Year's Eve at Martin Boker's home. It was lots of fun yesterday looking at apartments.
Cousin Flow had dinner with us this evening. It was a cheerful party, at least wth John and Ed here to assist.
The curtain opens on a new year - ??
The time is the 23rd year of my life (1932).
The place - a big fourteen room house in the Latin quarter in Germantown. The situation: John and I love each other and want to marry immediately. There are many reasons why the marriage should be put off. My brother is not working, my sister and I are providing the family support. I cannot leave home until brother is working again. John has little money and I must keep my "job." The co. is considering discharging the married employees. John and I are both employed in banks and the banking situation is not strong. Nevertheless the actors (John and I) are optimistic.
There is not much left of 1931 - and little diary you're not really neglected. There simply isn't anything to tell you anymore except that I'm entirely free from care. All I have to do is plan and dream and let the rest of the world go by.
Has John always been as he is now? Patient, thoughtful.
I must have been blind. It seems that he hasn't a fault.
(This is the last entry of 1931. I have a sparsely filled diary from 1932, which I will post, but we are approaching the end. I'm so sad!)
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Mary had a lovely dinner for us this evening.
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Apartment hunting. It's great fun except that everything we like costs about twice what we can afford to pay.
Enton(?) Arms has just exactly what we want! But $90 a month for two rooms seems like a lot of money.
Some day we'll look back on our poverty with smiles.
Disappointment - I should know better than to expect any good luck. John is all I should expect. What more do I want.
Five others after the job John wants. And one of them a married man with 15 years experience!
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.