Like every girl, I have hoped and dreamed and imagined - but never could I realize (nor could anyone - possible realize) what love really means until she has found it. What a lack it must be in any girl's life to be without a sweetheart - without someone to cuddle her, to hold her close and smother her with kisses, sweet; someone in whom she can confide her hopes, her dreams, someone to love - a pal and a buddy. John, now that I have found you I wonder how I lived without you - but then I lived on hope. If every I should lose you, there would be nothing in my life for which to live.
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.