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.

3/1/09

Dec. 7

We got up and went to school. I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know to write because I am way behind. I I I I just really don’t know what to tell you about because its so hard to remember for more than a week. I have to remember some more so I’ll quit
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