Took V. home from school tonight. Stayed at her house for about half an hour. (I had meant to leave her at the door but, ye gads, how could I.) V. isn't looking any too well. I am glad she started taking that tonic. Everything I have written so far in my diary has been vitally linked with V. Everything I do or say seems to be linked to her in some way. Such is love.
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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
April 2018
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