We went to the grocery, saw Robert and Pink. Robert came by here later. Brought us some bees.
I went up to Elizabeth’s to take her groceries. Kentucky Derby. Jet Pilot won.
Ethel called this morning.
William called tonight.
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.
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Nobody thinks to bring bees as a hostess gift, anymore.