December 1
It snowed. There was enough snow on the ground to make hard snowballs. Levi, Byron, Curtis, Paul, and Derryl always wanted to wash our face, especially Bonni’s, Lu Ella, and me. I went in the school house and embrodiered. We had fun anyway.
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.
1/18/09
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