Cloudy with rain tonight.
Opal washed some curtains. Painted the porch swing. I went up to Elizabeth’s this afternoon awhile.
Mr & Mrs Baurne here tonight. Stayed until bedtime.
About my little diary project
The 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 discovered 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.
2 thoughts on “May 1, 1947”
I’m wondering whether Mr. and Mrs. Baurne stayed a bit too long. How fortunate that our writer’s cursive is so legible.
I mean, until bedtime. That says so much.