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.

2/1/09

Dec. 3

We got up and baked pumpkin pies in the morning. Then we got dressed and went to Church. When we got home we ate dinner and washed the dishes, and then Sam, Elaine, and I went to Horace L.’s to play Basketball. Byrom and Vernan L. came along. I rode on the pony. It wanted to buck me off, but it couldn’t.
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