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.
7/13/08
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
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