Resting before I go out and dreaming of last night. A stockholder! I am so proud of you! The sermon at the GTS (?) Annual Service at Holy Trinity was simple but impressive. How like a kite we humans are. We struggle to free ourselves but as soon as as we break from the power that holds us, we stop going upward only to fall to ruin, smashed.
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.