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.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

August 5, 1912 - Monday



5. W.I.B. (Hereafter these mystic letters will signify “went in bathing”) but first after donning my bathing-suit, I took a net I had made and Muz’s canvas bag and waded up the creek on the look-out for crabs. Caught about ten, and one huge clam. As I reached the beach I met a man in a boat who asked me if I had any crabs and, on learning I had, bought them for $.015 each. I sure was thankful for even that small addition to my cash. I promptly blew it in on pop-corn and chewing-gum, and Muz & I had a “near picnic” on the island. Brought my net to the “n.-p.” but only caught 3 baby cras, too small to keep so let them go. Am really a little lonely for Hartford. Mr. G. says “only two places begin with H. and Hartford’s one.” Muz went ot New London this evening & I went for a walk with Mrs. G. on the board-walk.

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