Sun Feb 25, 1945

Don't feel any different being 18. Duane came down about 5:45. Started to town but decided better not drive car till is fixed. Went to Wallace's. Really did have a swell time!! Just the girls there most of eve. Played with Jack. So sweet. Duane can say some beautiful things. Seems like I'm always seeing a new side of him. It's wonderful --- love. I mean, Duane is the most wonderful person in the world! I know that.


Jen said...

Happy Birthday to your late Grandma
Im a new reader to this blog could you answer a few questions for me please
who were these people?
and Jack
thanks Val

Nikki-ann said...

Was Duane your Grandpa? This diary entry is so sweet. :) A joy to read.

Apple said...

I'm glad you found my blog so that I could find yours. I've only read the front page so far, I'll have to come back to catch up with rest. I love the way you have woven the pictures and commentary throughout. It will be interesting to read the diary of a young woman, about the same age as my mom!