Category: Midwestern Robot

July 4, 1947

pretty day.

Mr. & Mrs. Bourne came over for a while.

Mr. & Mrs. Bourne went to Joyland Park tonight.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184, for today's month and day.
They probably went for the fireworks. Why didn’t our writer go? Are they just stuck in the house, day after day, recording who comes over?

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.

July 3, 1947

pretty day.

Elizabeth here for dinner.

I cut the grass in the back yard.

Opal & Lillie worked on their fancy work.

All the roomers left today. Will be back Sun or Monday.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184, for today's month and day.
I love the concept of fancy work.

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.

July 2, 1947

pretty day.

Lillie washed her hair.

She and Francis sat out in the back yard.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184, for today's month and day.
Two pretty days in a row!

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.

June 30, 1947

Cloudy.

We washed.

Lillie came.

Francis brought her little brother home with her.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184, for today's month and day.
So much washing.