John called yesterday asked for a date for last evening which I refused - but gave him Thursday. He has just called and asked me to change it to tonight, which I have done. I don't know why I do such things for him.
I received two cards today from D. (birthday cards) How on earth did he remember the date? "For friendship's sake."
John called yesterday asked for a date for last evening which I refused - but gave him Thursday. He has just called and asked me to change it to tonight, which I have done. I don't know why I do such things for him.
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I've been to the Dell and to the home of one of Francis MacCauley for beer.
Billy and Mac talked about me to each other. One would think I am about sixteen. "She is a type - a definite type" - Mac "She has good looks and intelligence if she will only use them - but I'm afraid she won't." - Billy "I never give advice because I never accept it," said Mac, "but I would like to say 'don't give anything away for nothing'." He wishes he had the last ten years of his life to live over. A wealthy man, a war veteran and an ex-convict. Somehow one forgives a man for bootlegging if he does get caught. The party was entirely respectable but I know Daddy will disapprove when he hears I've met some mighty interesting people. I'm becoming careless with you little diary. Several times lately I've let you go without attention.
I'm my old carefree self again today. The worry of Wednesday and Thursday have gone. For months I've wondered if I really love him or if I've been in love with love. And now I know it must have been love - for I find that I'm not willing to marry him without a penny and live on love. I'm not willing to do it without an engagement ring. I'm not willing to be married at City Hall and go to one or two furnished rooms without a honeymoon. If all those things mean more to me than having him - I don't love. Nothing of interest happened yesterday except that I bought a new fall bonnet. It is a regular "Gay Ninety" shallow crowned and willow plumed.
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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
April 2018
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