I'm so disappointed that John's birthday gift hasn't arrived yet. I was promised by the 25th.
Thanksgiving day again. This year I have John to be thankful for. It is warm enough to be the Fourth of July.
I'm so disappointed that John's birthday gift hasn't arrived yet. I was promised by the 25th.
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(Nov. 24th is blank.)
Tonight the fourth. That leaves eight. This time Dr. Loughridge used a different kind of iron which hasn't made me feel the least bit sick. Though, of course, the punctured muscle hurts as much as ever. John has asked Daddy for his eldest daughter - on his birthday. Nothing but disapproval on Daddy's part - but it was to be expected. John has done his duty. I love him truly. (Nov. 22nd is blank.)
One more "shot." This time I thought I'd never get home. It made me sick and weak in the knees - Dr. L. thinks a dozen will be enough. (Nov. 20th blank)
Bessie has sent me five yards of blue taffeta. It is soft and lovely but a but dull for a dress - neither dark nor light. I'd love to combine it with something bright and make a pair of lounging pajamas. She also gave me a pewter sugar bowl and cream pitcher. Bessie has certainly been lovely to me. Today (tonight to be exact) another shot. This time in my right arm.
I came home and cried. Not so much because of the aching arm but because of hurt feelings. It hurts my feelings to be tired and aching. 74% instead of 80% red corpuscles according to results of yesterday's blood test. If this old arm doesn't feel better tomorrow it will be hard to type. If only I had John here to cry on or for strength not to cry. This morning I went to the Germantown Hospital for a blood test "Three dollars please" - Dr. Loughride says that ten is the regular price. Pretty decent of him to get it for me at three.
This evening I cut my first piece of trousseau undie - a pair of step ins. It's going to be great fun to make them in a sample of my best word but John will never know how sweet they look - if I'm in them! The curse was due a week ago today. Just for the misery of it I think I shall keep track of the cost of “building up.”
One visit here yesterday (probably 3 dollars) one bottle of pills 20 cents and a shot of iron in his office tonight (meaning Dr. Loughridge’s office.) On the way home I stopped to see John to tell him part of the truth. He was spread all over the table as well as his papers and books studying – just for me. I love him I love him I love him. And soon he will study in our home. Nov 16 Monday
Finally, the break has come again. Every fall of my life it seems that my health tries to give out. “I’d like to see you married! It would be the best thing in the world for you” but he added – “You’re not going to try to keep your position, too, are you? You can’t do it!” I’ve got to do it. “It will be your funeral.” There will be justifiable homicide if anyone tells John the truth. At least there will be a few months of happiness with him before the funeral. g;skdg (Nov 12-14 are blank.)
For the first time in about ten or twelve years I’ve been to Atlantic City. It was a surprise to me. I fully expected a big carnival – but I was agreeably surprised at not finding it. During the summer months, it may be! Walt drove us done in his new Plymouth. “Freewheeling” is new. I should like to try driving it. (November 5-10 are blank)
I ordered John’s birthday present today – a green gold ring with a U of P seal on it. I’ll be the most disappointed person in the world if he doesn’t like it. Also I bought some silk to make the first undies for my trousseau. |
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
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