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.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

July 29, 1912 - Monday


29 Got good night's sleep and then started down to the shore. We had not been there long before it began to rain. Sent postals to Harriet, Dan and Don. Cut Chris's toe-nails, a job which took about an hour but was, I flatter myself, thoroughly done. It cleared up later and we went in bathing. I caught some small but (as I soon found out) bitey crabs. It began to rain again while we were in so we ran home. I got dressed and then went out and got some peanuts and graham crackers for Muz and myself. There are no classy youths around here as far as I can see.

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