My grandmother died in 2005. She did not own a computer. I think she could have mastered some computer skills, but she had plenty of interests and activities and friends to keep her engaged in the world. She wrote things down, not fictional stories but events of her life, both past and present. After she died, I was given the honor of keeping some of her writings. I thought starting a blog with them might be fun. I hope readers will find it enjoyable. Thanks for stopping by.
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Well, I'm getting confused
Sat., August 22, 1936 - Over to the folks all day. The men dug silo. I cleaned up the house. We went to town tonite.
Sun., August 23, 1936 - We were alone all day. Quite warm this afternoon.
Mon., August 24, 1936 - We went over to the folks this a.m. Howard and Raymond took the tractor and paraphernalia to our place to dig a silo. Elmer and Myrtle came. They got some apples. They all came here for dinner. Myrtle helped me dress two chickens for dinner. Howard killed a chicken hawk this a.m. I went up home tonite while Howard and Raymond went to lodge. Raymond took the car tonite.
Grandma surely didn't foresee some snoopy granddaughter reading and sharing her diaries, or she surely would have distinguished between Ola and Dorothea, and Peter and Maggie when she says, "the folks." In this case, she might be referring to both for all I know.
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