"For lack of gold she left me." How many times did you read that hateful poem? For lack of love you left me without a kiss. Yes, you touched my hand tonight. But why didn't you hold me close to you? I cut my finger when you pulled the book from my hands. No comforting words. No good night kiss when you could have touched my lips. For a moment, I thought I would break down before you. Thank God that I did not! But I don't care! Oh! How sweet the hurried kiss Sunday evening and I have waited for another until this evening.
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.