THE COMMON COLD is due to microbes that attack the nose and throat, and in bad colds even upper air passages. It is generally caught from someone else. Colds end when our bodies learn how to deal with the microbes - so they are either killed or made harmless.
Alone on a Saturday evening. I don't blame you for going to the show with the "fellows" from the bank. I have told myself a thousand times that I do not care. I went to the Ave with Mother and Alice and enjoyed it. Mother insisted that I have missed you. Yes, I have missed you there. I have not wanted to admit it. You probably have not had time for a single thought of me! But John, keep your "men friends." They will always mean so much to you. I am afraid I have a jealous heart, though. I want you all to myself.
THE COMMON COLD is due to microbes that attack the nose and throat, and in bad colds even upper air passages. It is generally caught from someone else. Colds end when our bodies learn how to deal with the microbes - so they are either killed or made harmless.
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John, John, what are you doing, where are you? I have been reading. A bright light flashed across my eyes. It was a reflection on my (our) ring. But it took my attention from my book and my heart cried, John. So suddenly, too. Are you thinking of me?
What a glorious good time. Mr. Baldy has been a good sport with so many of us girls around him. Games! Music! Refreshments! Going to Jerusalem and the clothespin relay kept our nerves on edge. The punch was delicious! And the music "Deep in My Heart Dear," "Cherie," "Deed I Do," "Yankee Rose," "Do-de-ode," "Calling Me Home," "Do I," "It All Depends on You," "What Does It Matter." For every "you" in those songs, my heart sang "John." I was dreaming of you and I love you.
"HAIR": Hair is nature's way of protecting the body from cold and wet; hence we find that dweller in very cold climates have a good deal of hair - especially in the case of savages. Yes you are unlucky in cards. You always seem to lose. Alice and I both beat you tonight. But "unlucky in cards" and - in love? Twelve o'clock once more! And you must leave me once more. Some day - either you will not leave or I will go with you. "Two of the most beautiful little hands in the world" - and I add because they wear your ring and they are yours.
Yes, I had to endure the DeVoes here again. Thank goodness I had a good book to read, "Green Mansions" by W.H. Hudson. Well John, even if we did postpone our date, it will seem all the sweeter tomorrow.
WHY ARE BOYS STRONGER THAN GIRLS? The explanation is heredity. In the early days men were generally hunters and warriors. After many generations, it came about that men became physically stronger as the duties of the home and the care of the young generally devolved upon the female. Blue all day Monday thinking about Sunday.* The past few days have been ideal. With you both evenings. A glorious concert yesterday through which I sat and dreamed of you. Oh, I have been dreaming all day. Yes anything that you want because I trust you and I know that you really love me. The past year has been the happiest year of my life and they have not been school days!
from the song Sunday, by Jule Styne Daylight saving time again. Didn't awake soon enough for S.S. Went to Academy of Music this afternoon with Harriet. Two boys came to call on Alice. Wouldn't come in because "my friend" was here and they didn't want to "spoil everything." Pathetic embarrassing situation for me! Took a walk after all. Mrs. DeVoe came in with flowers for me not mother.
John, I am so proud of you. She watched every movement you made. You love me more every day? That's what makes five years seem long. FATIGUE: One reason is that when we do things we use up the food stuff that has been prepared for use in our bodies. The second and more usual reason is that when we do things we produce substances in our bodies due to chemical changes and these substances are poisonous. A new dress. Bob took us to the movies in his Packard Straight Eight. Oh, those few minutes alone afterwards. I said that you may have anything in the world you want that I can give you. Did I think before I spoke? Yes. Why did I say it? You answered me yourself. Because I trust you. You are the only person in the world to whom I could have said that because you are the only one in the world whom I love and in whom I have such perfect confidence.
Trying to study my part of the play and frimstritch (?) at the same time. I have not kept my mind around either. It drifts. Drifting and dreaming of you and your year. Every heart beat says John, John, John.
WHY DO WE STOP GROWING? Power of growth is limited irrespective of the amount of food or exercise taken due to the fact that the blood cells cannot become more numerous or larger than a given limit provided for by "The Law of Growth" which varies for each person. 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
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