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 2, 2012

August 2, 1912 - Friday



2. Went in bathing and swam to + from the float or raft twice and from the end of the pier twice. Met two very nice girls named Priscilla and Marion. I don’t remember either of their last names. They are slick swimmers. Stayed with them in the water till 1230. Went with Olive (whose last name, by the way, is Covbly, not Cobby), Grace and Katherine to the dance hall. It is a very nice place and no objectionable people go there. Muz and some ladies from the house came later. I danced nearly all the dances with Muz. Somehow the music made me remember my grad. Dance and the fun I had at it and I almost cried. I was so homesick for Hartford. It’s funny how the memory of good times always makes you feel blue, but it’s so!! Oh! I forgot. I answered Dan’s letter and I’ve just been thinking I might have been rather too hasty in my remarks about Don’s postal from me. Come to think of it I left a space in the address until I could find the name of the place he worked, to which I intended to send the card; buy you know the saying in regard to the “best-laid plans of mice and men” Muz found it and addressed it to “Asylum Ave. – Near Sigourney St.” and it may not have reached him.


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