Midwestern Robot

May 12, 1947

Today’s entry from the unknown writer of a 1947 diary found in Kentucky:

Pretty day.

We washed. I painted the screen doors & a chair. We painted the wall going down in the basement. Set out tomatoes. Nick & Mrs. Burning bought a place on Chenault Rd.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184 entry for today's month and date.
I was hoping for more on Elizabeth, but this is what we got.

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.

May 11, 1947

Pretty day.

Elizabeth & Clayton didn’t go to church because her baby died 1 year ago today.

They came down here and stayed for supper. Clayton fixed the chimes on the door. Vivian was here tonight.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184 entry for today's month and date.
Suddenly Elizabeth’s story connects. She’s not an employer but someone they are helping through an unimaginable time.

May 10, 1947

Pretty day.

Elizabeth came. We went to see the queen crowned. Came back, helped Elizabeth home with her groceries.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184 entry for today's month and date.
I wonder if the missing clipping was from the coronation.

May 9, 1947

Pretty but cold.

Elizabeth ate dinner with us and we went to town. Elizabeth went to the Dr. He said there was nothing the matter with her. She went to Dr. Keyes and Dr. Scott.

Original handwritten version of the diary entry for No. 5184 entry for today's month and date.
Nothing the matter with her.

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.