I hope you can come to my bridge tomorrow, pal. I cannot help but feel disappointed. Poor pal, so ill. I wish I could be with you. I feel so miserable myself, and knowing that you feel even worse – Oh, I do miss you so. Saturday, Sunday, Monday – will I see you Wednesday? – My own, I want you.
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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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