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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, July 25, 2012
July 25, 1912 - Thursday
25 Copied out of Don's diary all he said about me and put it (on pad paper) in with one of his letters in my diary. Decorated the letter some more. Miss Egan is playing the piano. Hang! I wish she wouldn't play everything I've heard Don play. It makes me homesick for him. O, Slush! I really must stop this mooney, mushy stuff or what will I think of myself in after years? Mr. Herman gave us a canvas bag to carry Chris's cage in when we go away. Donald was at supper and I returned his diary. Mrs. P was there too and was quite nice, though for that matter she has no reason not to be. Started "Pam".
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