pretty day.
We washed. Ate lunch and went to town came home and cut the grass in the back and front yards. I am so tired can hardly sit up and my back hurts so bad.
About my little diary project
My goal is to post entries from the diaries and journals of my ancestors, willing friends and family, myself, and found public sources like a diary my godmother found in a Kentucky resale shop. I want to organize them by writer, date, and where possible, geographic location. The reason: I want to honor and create a shared, minimally curated source of daily accounts of life from ordinary people. If you’d like to participate, contact me for guidelines.
I think it’s important to remember that she would have been using a push mower…no wonder her back hurt.
But like, is it her yard? And I think it’s interesting we both assume the writer is a she… I guess at that time, 1947, a man wouldn’t likely be doing domestic tasks all day.