Walked home from the bank with V. and also after dinner. I went around to help V clip a few stockings with which she is going to make a silk rug. I feel terrible (?) I am getting or rather sprouting a wisdom tooth and my whole mouth is sore. Sweet tender dreams.
Took V. home from school. We decided that V's hair needed a bath so John got busy. Did I do a good job, dear? After I had dried her hair, we went into her bedchamber ( - dreams - our bedchamber - when?) with Mrs. Scott and fussed around. V showed me a (?) Mrs. Scott had made - it was pretty.
We invited Peg and Hughie up to V's house. They came late as usual with Hughie naturally. We played bridge most of the evening. Played a few records that A and P had brought up. After fruit salad and a few secrets divulged, they went home and incidentally leaving records. V and I cleaned up, talked for a while, then off to bed - my bed. Oh dear.
V. took me down to see "(?)." A great picture. It showed the sacrifices a father went through for his son. A lump filled my throat during parts of the picture. After the show we went down to Eva's to teach Bill Buckley to play bridge. Rather (?). The fellow thought I might fight. He is just a fellow rather crude.
V. met Pag and Hughie tonight. What did you think of them, dear? We all had dinner at McCaffrey's on Chelte(?) Ave. and then went to see "My Best Girl" at the (?) Theater. Altogether we had a great time. Did you enjoy it, sweetheart? Good night.
Worked tonight. After work I of course called for V. at church. We walked home with Harriet and afterward returned to V's. Bill was there with Alice. After much deliberation V and I went up to Bragerts(?) and bought some crackers and cheese and we had a fine little party. Great life - pleasant dreams of our future - dear.
Tonight, I stayed at home until 9:25 then left for V's school. While walking home with her nothing was said about last night. When we arrived at her home she said "The family will probably ask you how you are feeling." That broke the ice. I was able to tell her how nervous and irritable I was last night. Everything's okay now - goodnight dear.
Went over to see V. Just before entering house I felt I should have stayed at home. I left at 9:00 o'clock. V. seemed hurt. I'm sorry dear, but if I had stayed longer I fear I might have said something insulting. Better that I should hurt you rather than insult you.
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.