Les. down from country again. He kissed me again—because he is stronger, physically than I. I dragged him to the hair dresser with me, poor kid. Afterward we saw “Izzy Murphy” then a banana split. We romped with each other all the way home and I really enjoyed it. But during the picture – where was my mind? Not on the picture – nor my escort – but someone else – “my Pal.”
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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
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