I feel that I am waiting, waiting, but for what? I need not wait for J. He is already mine.
How comforting it was to hear your voice. I haven’t seen you since Tuesday and I will not see you again until Saturday. Even though, like our cloud covered stars, they try to hide but we know they are there. J.J.I.L.Y.P.A.
I feel that I am waiting, waiting, but for what? I need not wait for J. He is already mine.
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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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