Took V. home from school as usual. Isn't it wonderful that when one is in love he never fails to thrill again at the sight of his beloved. (?) V. asked please, and we danced and ate candy - Ain't love grand. Good night dear.
We went down to see some fool co-ed college picture. Awful - Moon(?) (?) came down to see Alice tonight. that helped to liven up the party, thank goodness. I have another one of those spells of melancholy again - What even (?) matters except Love - V?
Very busy today on account of yesterday being a holiday. Bessie is all riled up because I sometimes go into her room and used her powder - Mother says she won't come home tonight. I think she will. I haven't seen V. tonight. Mother thinks I am very foolish to go with a girl. I should wait till later. As if I could help it. I am waiting for 10:30 dear - are you - it's almost that (?) goodnight.
Lincoln's Birthday. From 1:00 o'clock to 12:30. Oh Boy if only it was every day. We rode over to see some homes for Mrs. Scott in the Fuller Home Manor. We then walked back(?) through the Lincoln Drive to my "Little White Home" and through to 110 W. (?). I wonder what V. thought of Mother. While passing the Roosevelt Apts V. persuaded me to go in. The salesman wanted to find know when you folks would be ready to move in - Hot Dog.
Ha - just(?) the kind of (?) even I adore. We first went out (we V. and I of course) for a walk - then came home and fooled this evening away "having fun." That's the kind of evening I enjoy - Gosh I must be getting very unsociable, but I can't help it - I just want you - and no one else.
Walt, Alice, Gary(?), Irene, Virginia and I went for a ride in Gary's(?) car tonight. We rode all over - aimlessly. Then all about 12:00 we went to H and H and had hot cakes and syrup. Altogether a rather unsatisfied evening. I just couldn't seem to enter in to the spirit of the thing. Maybe I shall change.
Worked tonight. V. and Mrs. Scott went to Germantown and I met them (?) at the theater at 10:30 (?). Dear Mother S. seems a little better. (?). She is the dearest, sweetest, most self-sacrificing woman I know. And though V. tries to partially hide them, the same qualities are carried over in her. Thank God.
Saw V. my (?) and the (?) of the diary of Tuesday. Mrs. Scott seems to be in a nervous condition. She came into the front room tonight, threw her arms around Charles, walked over to the table, turned around and sobbed "Oh! I won't be with you long," and hurried out of the room crying. Dear Mother Scott, I wish I could take your pain away. I wish I could take the whole responsibility off the shoulders of Mr. Scott.
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.