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.
7/27/08
Nov. 6, 1944
It is affully cold. 18 above 0. Played Black-man. Almost froze. Boy was it cold.
I was playing blackman. I took Donnie H. down in wrestling. (little rat.)
7/20/08
Nov. 5, 1944
Went to church. Had a good dinner at home. Went to Uncle Lee’s in the afternoon. Ate supper but didn’t wash the dishes. Then I drank 1 glass of goat’s milk. I got to much in my mouth and almost threw up. Went to church and came home again and went to bed.
7/13/08
Nov. 4, 1944
I cleaned up the house. In the evening I wanted to go uptown, but mama said I couldn’t, so I cried. Baby
7/6/08
Nov. 3, 1944
Went to school. Had fun. Played cornors, black-man, and kick the can. The girls all teased me, and I got a head-ache and sore eyes. No fun.
