P.S. Do you suppose I’ll never see Leigh again? I wouldn’t be much surprised if I didn’t for a long time. Tomorrow the young people are going to Belfast (mabye). There’s an awful lot of ice on the road right now. If it doesn’t clear up I can’t go. Also if Grand anything happens I may not be able to. Guess I’m really done now.
Me.
My grandmother, Mary (Cady) Priddy (1924-2014), left behind her high school diary. It was primarily written during her senior year of high school, 1941, in Richburg, New York.
The diary covers everyday activities (family life, school, church, hanging out with friends) as well as Mary's high school romance, the bombing of Pearl Harbor, and hometown boys enlisting in the military after America's entry into World War II.
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