Saw V. my (?) and the (?) of the diary of Tuesday. Mrs. Scott seems to be in a nervous condition. She came into the front room tonight, threw her arms around Charles, walked over to the table, turned around and sobbed "Oh! I won't be with you long," and hurried out of the room crying. Dear Mother Scott, I wish I could take your pain away. I wish I could take the whole responsibility off the shoulders of Mr. Scott.
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.