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.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

December 31, 1912 - Tuesday

31 - Made candy with Mae but could not eat much. Val Wright came over with Niecie Davis for awhile and we stirred things up considerably. Mrs. Fitz-Simmons may be pretty sick, but she's not too sick to knock. Heard that I had banged the front door and shaken it, a think I had not known I did but of course if she says so ----------. She arrived at this conclusion by a remarkable train of reason hinging on the fact that Mae was heard to descend the stairs immediately after the disturbance. A first class detecting who would have rivalled even Sherlock Holmes for astuteness and penetration was lost in Mrs. Fitz-S. Her detuctions are nothing short of marvellous. Walked up as far as Asylum Avenue and Sigourney St with Mae. Went back  by the cathedral but, though I saw a light in the Pibblados' windows, saw nothing of Don. Not that I sent through there to see him, though. It's just a short cut through to Farmington Ave.

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