It is my feminine soul. Virgie seems so happy. I have watched that old house across the street fall almost to pieces. Now it has been rebuilt and tonight - the first time in its life of probably fifty years - it is lighted from top to bottom with electric lights. The proud father - and he is so proud of the home he has made for his wife and child - I have never cared much for children and always thought of a baby as nothing but a nuisance - But Ethel and Evelyn and Virgie all seem so happy. And why does such a nuisance make them so happy? Their lives are not their own - they are one sacrifice after another and they are happy. Love has made me see so much. I could forgive sins now that a year ago I would have called unforgivable. I know now what the love is between my parents. Love has softened my heart and opened my eyes.
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.