May 7, 1947

Pretty day but cold.

Elizabeth came. We went to the grocery. She stayed for dinner. Opal went home with her. I talked to Ethel.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184 entry for today's month and date.
I read ahead and am seeing Elizabeth so differently now. It’s heartbreaking.

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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