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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.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
February 21, 1913 - Friday
21 - Went to Mae's after school and stayed till supper time. After supper I stayed at Mrs. Mahoney's, but she called Dan out and seemed to be scolding him about something. I caught the words, "Marjorie James," so I did the Arab act, my coat representing my tent. Walked up F. Ave. and through to A. Ave. by the Cathedral, but, of course, saw nothing of Pit. Hardly expected to. I just walk through that way to gaze mournfully (and sickeningly) at the Pitblado house, I guess. At least, that's all I do.
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