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.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

March 1, 1913 - Saturday

1 - Mae did not come to breakfast, so took her some oatmeal. Somehow, we got to talking about Dan and Mae told me that she and he had had a near-scrap owing to his having kissed her. Daniel is surely budding into quite a gay Lothario; but I don't blame him in the above case. The provocation is such that even I, I can't resist her. He has "broken" with Clara. This, then is the meaning of his emotions on the 23rd of last month! Must be great for Clara, after writing him slush for about a year to get a cool bounce like that!

Went to Dr. Little's but wasn't hurt much. Mrs. Monroe said that Stella had been seen wearing specs answering the description of my lost ones, so Ruth and I went to the Retreat, where that light-fingered lady is now employed, to see about it. I was about ready to qualify as a patient at the Retreat, and thought seriously of sending for an ambulance for Ruth, by the time we arrived. It was about 4 miles and my no good done at that, as a necessary Mr. Thompson was absent.

Went to Mae's and stayed till supper time. After supper, she came home with me and I washed my raven locks. She got cold feet and tried to bluff and pretend she'd been stuffing me in regard to Dan, but finially owned up that he has done the dastardly deed several times. Dan believes in quantity, apparently. Until he broke with Clara he'd been kissing two girls and writing the mushiest of love letters to a third. Some record, Danny, but I shan't help to swell the list any more, if I can help it!

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