Oh that bridge. When I stood on the little rustic bridge 26 miles from here, I wanted to run away. My heart called for you, John. I wondered how I would feel if you were there with me instead of him. But now I know. The bridge tonight was larger. there were many more trees, and so gigantic, too. The water was far below. The moon was not shining. The world around us seemed so dark, vast, mysterious; but I was with you. I could have stayed there forever with you. No I did not want to run away.
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.