Another evening with George. Mother is a good guesser. I hardly saw the picture for thinking of John. And wondering if you had a single thought of me. At the "Y" with the "gang" you probably were having too much fun to think of me and I fainted twice within a half an hour after George left. Almost unconscious, I thought only of you. There was no here who could pick me up.
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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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