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, August 4, 2012

August 4, 1912 - Sunday





4. Mrs. Gorffith’s husband came down and went in swimming with us. He is a classy “swimmist”. He swam to the raft five times, I – four, and Muz twice. Mrs. G. cannot swim yet but is learning. In the P.M. Mrs. G., Muz, and I walked down to where the yacht is (belongs to Col. Payne) of which Mr. G. is captain. Mr. G. came ashore in a peachy little launch containing a very classy blonde sailor (No, Gentle Reader, my susceptible heart beatl beateth not with the beat of the lovelorn)

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