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, June 7, 2013

May 5, 1913 - Monday

5 - Mr. Logan did not give me my money Sat. P.M. or to-day, nor did he say anything about it. Am getting nervous. Saw Howard Dibble to-day. Took H.C. her racket, which I'd borrowed this A.M. Was Prussian Blue for awhile, but finally faded to turquoise.
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