Chattle? One day perhaps, but not now. Women are no long possessed! (I can say that, even though you do hold and own my heart and soul and very life.) I am out of luck, you say, because some day you are going to marry me. I am the luckiest girl in all the world. As long as you have been “coming around” still every kiss is a new, fresh thrill. When I know you are coming, I can’t help feeling excited. “Softy,” “Darling,” “Sweetheart.”
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.