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.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

March 22, 1913 - Saturday


22 - Went to Art Class but did not accomplish very much as I felt anything but workative. Met Howard Dibble on my way down though and he gave me a lift in the machine. After lunch Mae and I made (or rather, tried to make) maple cream. It set me back fifty whole cents and came out wrong. The fool recipe called for 2, no, 1 1/2 cups of butter and only one of maple sugar. The resulting mess was beyond any but profane description. Mae, being rich to the tune of $.25, we made sea foam instead and that was all right.

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