I have tried to read, but my thoughts are wandering. There have been only two evenings since Saturday a week ago that I have not seen you and still I want you here. This day has been so long. I could never tire of you as I could never tire of myself. C'est vous; Je t'aime. C'est vous. All mine, mine, forever and ever!
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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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