V. took me down to see "(?)." A great picture. It showed the sacrifices a father went through for his son. A lump filled my throat during parts of the picture. After the show we went down to Eva's to teach Bill Buckley to play bridge. Rather (?). The fellow thought I might fight. He is just a fellow rather crude.
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.