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.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

February 25, 1913 - Tuesday



25 - Played hookey with Mae. Muz found out, had 2000 fits, and, for a time, family relations were somewhat strained. Mae told me that Bonnie Babcock (me hated rival) washere, or rather there, at mae's house for quite awhile on the 24th. Also that Bonnie has "changed her mind about Pit," which means, in plain English that she's going to get him crazy about her again. Oh, well! If it's so easy for her as all that I don't think it would do me much good if I did anything about it, which I couldn't anyway. I'm anxious to know if she works it. She's just going to write to him and do the trick that way. Very simple, Watson!

Well, cheer up, it will do me some good, anyhow, as Don will see that my telling about his diary didn't injure him with the object of his affections. I don't feel quite so weepy as I might over this sad, sad news. I have fits of being perfectly crazy about him (Don) but in between whiles I'm fairly sane & normal. This is an "in-between-time" as I had my fits of craziness a few days ago (Feb. 20). Perhaps, when B.B. crooks her finger to Don & he meekly follows her, as she takes it for granted he will, I shall weep. At any rate, I should worry!

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