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 17, 1913 - Thursday

17 - Went to Harriet's after supper. Read and made fudge. Went to Mae's at 8.30 and stayed till 11. Went home and wrote to Bonnie. Felt "Pit-iful" and (metaphorically speaking) wept out my troubles into Mae's sympathetic ear. She is a dear. She says Bonnie is becoming stuck on Don. Oh, dear, that takes away the last prop from my poor conscience, for I excused myself for wanting Don on the grounds that she didn't. Well, it doesn't do her any harm, as I can't have him anyway.

Got a lecture from Miss Sherman who is incensed at a sentence on my paper reading "When I die, I shall bequeath my pencil to Miss Sherman." She seems to suspect me of unseemly levity. Alas!

Told Mae about the Note Incident (April 6), as she seemed to think it awfully petty and childish for me to hold out when Dan seems to be trying to be more friendly, as he is now. I only hope he does try to "make up", the insulting little brat. I'd show him a thing or two! But no such luck. He knows better than  to give me a chance like that. I don't think I'd do the very thing I consider so rude in him, but the reconciliation would not be any too cordial, on my side at least.

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