I have made an error impossible to correct. - I fell in love at seventeen. He has made me think and do and act as he does (being seventeen it was a joy) until I have lost my individuality. He has had the best four years of my life - seventeen to twenty-one. I want a home of my own now and I want to love and be loved, After having tried to take every interest in him - having thought of him, of his likes and dislikes, before every act or deed, in return I get sarcasm, absolute lack of enthusiasm at seeing me. I believe that he still loves me. And I must love him or I would not care so much. I am crushed and hurt and trying hard to keep him and the family from knowing it. "What's worrying you?" said the doctor. "Nothing," said I.
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.