Perhaps it is the weather. I do not know but my thoughts have been of you all day, John. Even in the midst of my work at the bank I seem to hum, "Dear dear dearer than everything dear to me. Near near nearer my heart you will always be." Mrs. De Voe came around this morning. Fred expects to marry in the fall. Lester will never bother with girls again. I did not know that I would ever break a man's heart. There are plenty of fine girls in the world, Lester. If you will bother to look, you will find one made for you! Even now, John, I can feel your gentle kiss of Sat. when we were dancing.
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.