I cried myself to sleep last night. It's agony when a man (does(?) a man cry) cries. It seems to grip his mind, spirit(?), and body. It tears his very thoughts apart - (?). V. home from school tonight. I went in the home and had some of Mrs. Scott's wonderful cake. V and I are going to Washington to see V.s relatives in the spring - hurry up, oh spring time. Nite dear one.
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.