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.
11/2/08
Nov. 21
We have dates for school. Tomorrow we have a Thanksgiving Dinner. I forgot what we did because it is already Monday again. I didn’t write in for a whole weekend for because the reason I always have to FORGET.
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