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.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

April 13, 1913 - Sunday

13 - Went to Mae's before breakfast, but this time she and Bonnie were up; so I just ate some of the toffee we made last night, at which Bonnie and Mae united in showing me the door. Stayed at Mahoney's after breakfast and read Sunday papers. Went to Sunday School in P.M. After Sunday School, I went to Mae's but she and Bonnie were out. Mae came in a little while afterwards and said Pit was here (or at Mahoney's) with Bonnie who wanted us to come over. Of course I went and, equally of course, was made perfectly miserable by the fact that Don really is crazy about Bonnie, instead of it's being Mae's imagination, as I was hoping against hope. However, he was very nice and jolly, as always, and I may see him perhaps soon again. Of course, I'll only be second fiddle, if that, but I don't care. It will be something to see him occasionally.

Bonnie started a diary today. Pit called for Bonnie again, this evening but Mae and I stayed at her room, while B. went over to entertain him. Learning later, when B. came back, that Dan had hung around all the while. Of course, it's his house, but you might think he'd make himself scarce ___ if you didn't know Dan. Went home ) and wept ) at 930. Well, I've had what I've been wishing for these last six months. I've seen Pit. I ought to be satisfied.  Bonnie taught me a classy little ditty entitled "There was a Sentimental Cuss."

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