We are ironing this morning. Elizabeth came. Opal stopped ironing and went to the store with her and on home with her to help her carry her groceries.
I finished ironing.
Mr. Cole came.
Mrs. Williams here.
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.