This house is not a home when Mother is not here. I am glad that you could go to Washington, you need the change, the rest. I am doing my best to be a pal to my poor ill miserable father. God help me. I have tried to keep above our worry - to be lighthearted and forget poverty and misery. In doing so I have spoiled my disposition. Instead of aiding them, I have almost broken your hearts. How have you kept your respect for me so long, John. "Remember, no matter what happens, I love you." That is my one consolation - the one thing that makes life worth living."
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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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