Tonight I feel so much better. You are my doctor - my cure. Without you I am permanently ill. With you, I am happy, even with bodily ills. "The injustice of being human."
A fog, dense fog - covers the city. Mother made me stay at home today because of a bad cold. I got up, dressed and was ready to leave.
Tonight I feel so much better. You are my doctor - my cure. Without you I am permanently ill. With you, I am happy, even with bodily ills. "The injustice of being human."
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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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