Nov. 28
A nice morning. We played shipwreck again like yesterday. We beat again. I don’t know what to write
My grandmother's diary -- word for word, spelling for spelling, thought for thought, idea for idea -- just as she originally wrote it back in 1944 and '45. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into the life of an 11-year-old Swiss girl in Berne, Indiana.
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Pages From My Grandma's Diary
Virginia Habegger
Berne, Indiana
Grade 7
Rural Route #2
Age 11
This blog is, quite simply, the pages from my grandmother's diary. The year was 1944 when she was an 11-year-old girl growing up on a farm in rural Indiana. She lived in Berne, which was, and is still today, a very Swiss community.
I have copied all entries directly from her diary, word for word, spelling for spelling, grammar for grammar, to ensure the integrity of the writing, except that I replaced last names with initials. Please do not be offended by anything you read in here, as it exactly the way she wrote it at the time.
This diary shows a different side of my grandma, that of her as a young girl growing up. It shows her as a girl who attended school, played games (anybody know what the game 'blackman' was?), gathered eggs, and ate fridigy bars at Thanksgiving (anybody know what a 'fridigy bar' is???).
I hope you enjoy these pages. One entry will be posted every Sunday for the next 10 months. God bless you all!
Berne, Indiana
Grade 7
Rural Route #2
Age 11
This blog is, quite simply, the pages from my grandmother's diary. The year was 1944 when she was an 11-year-old girl growing up on a farm in rural Indiana. She lived in Berne, which was, and is still today, a very Swiss community.
I have copied all entries directly from her diary, word for word, spelling for spelling, grammar for grammar, to ensure the integrity of the writing, except that I replaced last names with initials. Please do not be offended by anything you read in here, as it exactly the way she wrote it at the time.
This diary shows a different side of my grandma, that of her as a young girl growing up. It shows her as a girl who attended school, played games (anybody know what the game 'blackman' was?), gathered eggs, and ate fridigy bars at Thanksgiving (anybody know what a 'fridigy bar' is???).
I hope you enjoy these pages. One entry will be posted every Sunday for the next 10 months. God bless you all!
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