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.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

August 8, 1912 - Thursday

8. W. I. B. Only swam to the float twice but got up courage enough to jump off the raft and even to dive!!!!! It felt awful at first, the water rushed up my nose and into my ears (I had sense enough to keep my mouth shut) and I was completely rattled but I managed to paw my way to the top. Left the water at 235 and just got dressed in time for dinner. Mrs. Creegan has so many boarders that some have to wait until the rest finish. Consequentlimentaly all arrive promptly as one. I go in barefoot now.


We are not going back to H. till Sunday and the music  and - dance - hall over the way is playing "Skeleton Rag" also Muz is out, so I'm homesick! But I'll draw Daffydills and thusly overcome it.



I am stumped by what word Marjorie was trying to write here - perhaps just 'consequently' and the word got away from her?

Information about the Skeleton Rag can be found here while a recording from 1912 can be found at the Library of Congress' Jukebox.

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