Tonight, more than ever before, my thoughts have been of you. The moon is full and lovely and I am home alone. My family is here but I always feel alone unless you are with me. Somehow, I feel as though I am worrying about you. I don't know why. I have no reason for it! God bless you, mine.
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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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