Today I made my first purchase for our great cause - one handmade imported guest towel and five linen tea towels to be decorated in appropriate designs.
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Today I made my first purchase for our great cause - one handmade imported guest towel and five linen tea towels to be decorated in appropriate designs.
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I feel sort 'o guilty tonight - as though I'm wasting the evening while he is studying hard for us. I haven't made a single preparation for our wedding in the spring. If only pay day would come so I could buy some silk for undies or linens for work. The tension and steam of the past few days have been getting the best of me.
John called this evening to see me for a short while. Now that I am ready to go to bed and read a while before going to sleep - all this high strung nervousness. What on earth are we all rushing about? Why on earth is everyone so panic stricken. I hereby resolve to be calm and be greater than the circumstances around me. Of course he went to school! How could I have dared to believe that he would do otherwise.
I'm so glad. And last night, I worried again - uselessly. Life for the past month or two has been at its sweetest - my individual life, that is.
Tonight after a perfect day of rest from yesterday's unrest, came my first disappointment. John is going to a smoker tomorrow instead of School. Opening night and he won't be there. I thought he was enthusiastic about this new work but I'm keenly disappointed. Can it be that the very first night he allows a filthy entertainment to mean more to him! Still the run on my bank.
Alice and I are dead tired - as much from the excitement as the work. Banks would not fail if people would keep their heads! (Oct 1 is blank)
A run on the bank in which is my only investment, my savings, my carrying money and my job; Mr. Bedford's funeral; three bank failures; Gin's wedding. It was a lovely wedding, too. The last time I saw my relatives from that branch of the family was at Cousin Luther's funeral. He is a darling. How are we ever going to wait until spring?
Dick sent me a message through Jack that he is not going back to Harvard. Dear God - I hope he is not coming back to Chestnut Hill. The manager of our Logan office committed suicide this morning. Will it cause a run on the bank - and both Alice and I and many others are stockholders, employees, and depositors.
A fine man like Mr. Bedford! Not a single paper mentioned it is suicide. (September 1 - 27 are blank.)
Little diary - for almost a month I have neglected you - and have no excuse. I've been so happy that it has been selfish not to tell you about it. My vacation was fine. Sunshine, pine trees, live oaks and bay berries and sand dunes; Smithfield ham, deviled crabs, fried chicken, fresh (?), fresh figs - right from the bush, blue skies, starlit skies, the Bay, the old Atlantic, generous friends, love, letters, rides, bridges, dinners, luncheons, movies -- what else could one want? And since I've been home dreams, plans - him - and the secret of it from my unsuspecting friends. My two Philly cousins have been with us since I came home. Gin will be married Friday - and if banks wouldn't fail everybody would be happy. |
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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