Dawn. Four-thirty (3:30 standard time). The earth was covered with blackness. Here and there a bright star twinkled. Day began to break. Slowly, so slowly the sun rose from the ocean. Brighter and higher into the heavens it crept as we sped our way homeward. Day at its height – and I so tired lie down to rest – slowly slowly the sun crept down again into its bed behind the trees. How like a lifetime each day can seem. No word from you.
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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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