Pretty day but cold.
Elizabeth came. We went to the grocery. She stayed for dinner. Opal went home with her. I talked to Ethel.
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.
One thought on “May 7, 1947”
It’s interesting that she mentions so few men. Did they die in the war?