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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 23, 2012
August 23, 1912 - Friday
23. It rained a little this A.M., a soft, pattering rain with the sun shining through it all the while. I picked a lot of grapes and took them to Bulah. Saw Dan at lunch. After lunch I went to the office. Had 4 o'clock tea with Muz there. Went to supper about 7 o'clock. Muz fell asleep and I had to telephone twice before they woke her up. She got to supper about 8. Went for a short walk with Dan. He stopped in at Donald's to return his racket but I walked on ahead. Dan wanted to walk farther than I did so we parted but he got back ahead of me. I sold him my ball but he cannot pay me the $.25 till next week. I'm awfully glad I got rid of the thing for as much as a quarter.
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