Why not, why not?
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This has been a long week!
I called Ely tonight but she was not home so I sewed on my new green silk slip.
I missed Miss Maus today but rather she than someone who needs the salary. The dividend had been cut to 16 from 24%. How will that affect my income!
This evening while John is at home studying, I'm going to wash my hair and launder my undies, take a bath and manicure my nails. "Never an idle moment."
I must call Gin, Peg, and Jessie and write to Nanne(?) and Jennie, Ione, and Brother.
My motto from now on must be "Never an idle moment" - except with John.
My tablecloth, napkins and towels came today. They are lovely - every color of the rainbow.
This afternoon I bought a powder blue silk and wool crepe dress. It is so pretty I'd like to keep ti for a trousseau dress. If I really need it I know it is in my closet but I shall try not to wear it.
How can I ever wait until Friday to show them all to John. This evening I worked on the cloth and napkins - and so did Mother.
I should like to have brought all my beautiful bath and linen towels home with me so that I could have shown them to John today but of course I wouldn't have done that. Now it will be Friday at the earliest before he will see them.
Let's see now. After getting blankets and some little more table linen, all the linens and bedding we will need will be off our hands. Now there are kitchen supplies, furniture, china, silver, glass and clothes.
I think I shall not get any more linen until after the wedding - so that we can take gifts into consideration.
The best plan now will be to get my undies together.
What a day. First came the shock that the company is cutting the force and Miss Mars, our travel bureau clerk, is the first to go - the first of Feb. Yesterday was payday but as yet we've had no cut there. A cut or the discharge of married women will mean that I must stay single or else marry and keep it a secret.
I'm almost afraid to spend any money - but fear doesn't help any so I put it away and did some shopping this afternoon. Mother met me in town and seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. "I'll hem the tablecloth and napkins for you," said Mother. And she'll be disappointed if I do them myself.
After shopping and walking for miles in those stores all day, John, I played bridge all evening at Mary's and now it is nearly 3 A.M.
And once again I've seen him. I seems like ages since last Sunday. John seems very much pleased with our new possessions - especially the very large bath towel.
Harriet and Jim were here for a bit of bridge. Harriet was really surprised when I told her that John and I expect to be married in the spring. It is nearly two o'clock and I'm very tired.
And here is Uncle Bill with news from Brother. He is helping to develop a diving helmet of Allegheny metal - a helmet on which there has been no improvement for ninety years.
It is always good to have Uncle Bill stop in. Incidentally he brought some very good muscatel wine, and some scotch whiskey. And these are the days of "Prohibition."
He is always making fun of even the idea of marrying - and at the same time he is one of the most devoted husbands I've ever known. Well Johnnie old pal, the whole world is against us but we'll show 'em.
It seems like a long time from now until Friday when I can show John my purchases for our new tiny flat.
From the time I was a tiny girl I've wondered what it would be like to be getting ready for married life and a home of one's own.
Today the sheets and pillow came. I've always thought it would be impossible to get a thrill out of anything so unromantic as a sheet and a pillow case but not at all. When one knows they are her very own ("our very own") it makes such a difference.
Just before dinner, came a package from Wanamaker. Three beautiful bath towels from Elizabeth. It was so sweet of her and an absolute surprise. It is like Christmas.
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.