Thank you all!
I'll be traveling until the end of June. Journal entries will return then!
Thank you all!
This is one jolly crowd. Myron Stout is a riot when he convulses all over with laughter and doesn't make a sound. He is very much sunburnt. Someone suggested that he looks like an ape but Max says, "except that the wrong end is red."
At last I've tried the famous "Tigh milks." All last evening there were appropriate jokes with reference to the tiger. It is really very palatable. Wait 'til Daddy hears that I've had gin-rickies, tigh-milk, mint julips, grape wine and sherry!
In spite of the late hours we've kept the last two evenings I was up at 8:30 this morning.
Uncle Bill and Auth Lula came for me about 11AM and took me for a long ride through and about Washington. Famous Chevy Chase Club, Columbia, apartment houses, homes, (?), memorials, speedway, flowers, rose gardens and what not. ? at Allied Inn and homeward bound.
This is turning out to be a wonderful weekend. I surprised myself last evening by actually being able to pick a conversation with the gentleman I danced with.
Pike and I talked of our previous meeting years ago. Walt it seemed was familiar with Norfolk and Philly which gave us a common interest. Bailey and Max being cousin - well that's that.
LIttle Bill is a handsome intelligent child but he is headstrong. "Take your pocketbook out of my room!" He came in my room this morning and was nice as could be.
Evelyn served breakfast about 10AM. Maxwell came in and took some pictures of Bill and his friends. We went to town in the Ford to see Washington bombarded. Six hundred airplanes at one time in the sky!!! Back to Bailey's and Evelyn's darling home for luncheon and a lazy afternoon. A ride about 5 PM in the Ford and home again. Max took me to town in his Auburn and up to the apartment and back to Evelyn's for bridge.
Left the office at 3:30. When I arrived at Wayne Junction, Mother was there to "see me off." She saw Mrs. Willets on the way down who said my paper was fine. (Maybe!) The ride to Washington was very hot and exceedingly dusty. Aunt Lula, Uncle Bell, and Max met me at the station and took me to their apartment in the B(?). We went to the Y.W.C.A for dinner and from there to Evelyn's where I dressed for the evening. Max took me back to town when he took Aunt Lulu and Uncle Bill home. We called for Pike McGuire and his Spanish wife (Mrs. McGuire) and went to the Sh(?) where we met Bailey and Evelyn and Walt and Catherine.
We had a wonderful evening in that beautiful hotel, dancing and drinking and smoking. How unlike me! But I loved it. Leaving the hotel still hungry we went to Child's for breakfast and or what have you.
I had to write and read a report of the organization, purpose and the year's accomplishments of (?) Circle. With nothing to do but read it the old paper shook like a leaf. What on earth causes it? I'm furious with myself!
It is late, my bag is packed and ready take with me in the morning.
Jim met Harriet after our meeting. I hope they don't wait too long to marry.
George L. called. I've been talking to him for three quarters of an hour. He has been telling me why the state of matrimony is to be preferred to single blessedness.
He wants five "kids" and expects his wife to be a companion, a good mother and housekeeper, as well as attend to social duties.
You'll make a fine lawyer George. "You are much too sweet," he said, "to think that that way." "Do you really believe that?" "You need a good shaking."
What I really want is a husband and a home and a son and a daughter and love and affection.
A group of communists has begun a rumor that Gtn. Trust is going on the rocks. Do they gain anything by it?
My dear loved one - you've gone away, you have taken the ring that symbolized so much but you left one brown curl for me to put under my pillow and you can't take away the love I shall always carry in my heart.
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.