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.
8/3/08
Nov. 7, 1944
A chilly and dreary morning. Bonnie ran after me and I fell down on the stones. It hurt. We played Blackman and I never got caught.
1 comment:
Interesting to see her reference to Roosevelt.
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