I feel ashamed for the things I said yesterday. Everything seems so much brighter today! When we came home from school, John and I stopped at the store and bought a cake. Mother had some ice cream, so we had a regular party and after the party – my pal. It is good sometimes to feel weak in a strong man’s arms. How I would miss my “playmate.”
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.