July 13, 1947

Cloudy.

We are here by ourselves today. It has been awful lonesome.

Elizabeth & Clayton went to church this morning and tonight.

Storm tonight.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184, for today's month and day.
Our lonely writer, watching the storm.

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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