Our great-grandmother was an amazing woman. And here, one hundred years later, we have her diary.
Take a trip to the past through the eyes of a teen-age girl, and marvel at how the world has changed -
and the many ways it has not.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

August 16, 1912 - Saturday

16. Drew some Daffies to put in the letter to Harriet, which, I forgot to mention, I wrote yesterday. Took the letter down to Dr. C's office with me. Read the magazines there and came home with Muz at noon. Loafed at No. 3 most of P.M. but went to Dan's about 5 with my diary. Did not draw any in it but had quite a pleasant visit with D. who is really developing into quite a nice youth (which, translated, means that he is beginning to like me more). I was dressed as I was yesterday. Went for a short walk with Dan. Have not seen Donald for quite some time and I'm glad. Am going to avoid him as much as is possible and still be polite. He won't mind, I guess. Dan and I read till 10 and then he took me home. He gave me a lot more stamps which I have made into a border for a page in this book, as I did the others.

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