You said last evening that you would be thinking of me all day. I have tried to read, write - I have fiddled about doing nothing but drifting and dreaming. I counted every moment until you called. Why did you go to church? It is a pleasure (and so much more than that) just to sit near you. Why can't I ever say what I feel - because our language expresses thoughts not feelings and feelings are so much deeper than thoughts.
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.