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 30, 2012

August 30, 1912 - Friday

30. Was late for breakfast and found when I got there the quarter for which I sold Dan the tennis ball. I'm now the proud possessor of $.40 but see no way of increasing is it. Thus I'm not likely to become
She cuts off her sentence there, at the bottom of a page. She does not finish her thought on the next page, but just begins a new entry.

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