Dan is in here interrupting my train of thought by such remarks as "it's so seldom that you have a train of thought, that it's a pity to derail it," etc. My diary was here all day but I hid it and also got Dan to promise that he wouldn't read it if he did find it. Mrs. Thompson brought back my plaid dress which she had been altering and I tried it on again. It fits pretty well now. I went to bed rather late after scrubbing my handsome (?) mug and cold-creaming it. I can't get used to the fact that I really have a vacation of several days.
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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.
Monday, November 26, 2012
November 26, 1912 - Tuesday
26. Went to Harriet's in the morning and played with the dogs, did my lessons and devoured some of the pop-corn balls that Carl Trumbull brought up to Harriet. Mr. George spoke again in High School to-day and his speech was an entirely different one. Got all my over-vacation lessons, except my history and a few Algebra examples, done before school ended. Vacation lasts from 5 to-day till 115 monday. May Stachele has to go to school to-morrow, though, as vacation really begins from noon tomorrow and she goes in the morning. For the first time I am glad that I go in the morning afternoon.
Dan is in here interrupting my train of thought by such remarks as "it's so seldom that you have a train of thought, that it's a pity to derail it," etc. My diary was here all day but I hid it and also got Dan to promise that he wouldn't read it if he did find it. Mrs. Thompson brought back my plaid dress which she had been altering and I tried it on again. It fits pretty well now. I went to bed rather late after scrubbing my handsome (?) mug and cold-creaming it. I can't get used to the fact that I really have a vacation of several days.
Dan is in here interrupting my train of thought by such remarks as "it's so seldom that you have a train of thought, that it's a pity to derail it," etc. My diary was here all day but I hid it and also got Dan to promise that he wouldn't read it if he did find it. Mrs. Thompson brought back my plaid dress which she had been altering and I tried it on again. It fits pretty well now. I went to bed rather late after scrubbing my handsome (?) mug and cold-creaming it. I can't get used to the fact that I really have a vacation of several days.
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