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, July 28, 2012

July 28, 1912 - Sunday

"If you would have a serene old age never woo a girl who keeps a diary." (The Cynic's rules of Conduct)



28 Woke up at about 6 A.M. It was so cold as ice and poor Chrissy was nearly frozen. Took his cage back to bed with me and let him out. He stayed with me pretty well but I was in mortal fear he'd hurt the bed-clothes. The house is so blame new! Breakfast at 8 (and on Sunday at that!) After eating it we went for a stroll on the beach. I picked up lots of pretty shells. This house has bath-houses attached which are very convenient. I certainly do wish New London were warmer but we'll enjoy our bathing here very much, I think. Later - Muz & I went in bathing and had a lovely time. The water was fine but rather cool. Miss Clark and Mrs. Creegan were there too. Went to the beach again this afternoon and walked with Muz. Bought a strawberry-ice-cream cone which was very nice but it made me feel queer inside. Got my face badly sun-burned.

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