"Thou shalt not bow down to them nor worship them."
Dear God, forgive me if I allow him to fill too high a place in my soul. Must the ecstasy of that hour ever leave me?
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I can think of nothing that could be sweeter than last evening - unless it be the complete surrender of our wedding night. I am glad that our first sexual union will be painful. There is a sweetness to pain that is born through love. The more painful it is the more glad I'll be, the more indebted and enslaved to him.
"Thou shalt not bow down to them nor worship them." Dear God, forgive me if I allow him to fill too high a place in my soul. Must the ecstasy of that hour ever leave me?
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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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