Dec. 4
Dad’s birthday is today.
We forgot to sing happy birthday after morning devotions so we sang at the suppertable. We went down to the ditch. We had fun. The ice was frozen almost till safe but the sun shone and melted part of it. We played blackman the last recess. In the evening we went to the auditorium to a Master Mix program. There were good movies. Moving and speaking
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.
2/8/09
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