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.

Friday, March 15, 2013

March 15, 1913 - Saturday

15 - Went to Art Class and did the bally torse of the blooming Appolo B. Went to the library and got two books. Stayed at Mae's this P.M. and made "Sea Foam". It turned out dandy.

Went to Mahoney's too late for supper to get my own seat, so took the one next to Mae, at her Dad's table. A lady at ours got up the next mnute, though, so I took her seat instead. Lucky I did, for just then Mae's dad came in and I don't want him to see us to-gether. Stayed at Mahoney's till 845 or 915, I forget which and then Mae came and took me over to her room where I stayed till 10. Am on the track of my long-lost rubbers. Mae took them by mistake, wore them to Polly's and left them there. She'd forgotten all about it till Polly telephones and said she's left her rubbers.

As I was sitting in Mahoney's parlor last evening waiting for Mae, someone rang the door bell, and, when kitty opened the door, said, "Hello, Kitty" in a voice so nearly like Don's that my heart beat all records for the standing high jump. My, but it did pound! But no such luck! Of course, it wasn't Don, but I didn't really know how much I had really hoped it would be he, till I heard the man go upstairs. I was never quite so disappointed in ages. Not, however, that I thought it could be he, but how I did hope! Had better give up hoping if possible. No chance of my ever seeing him again, I guess.

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