The blog posts below are taken from my grandmother's diaries. Althea Green Smith Crook was lovingly referred to as Nanny to her immediate family ~ thus her diaries are called Nanny's Diaries.

Nanny wrote in her diaries when she remembered to - mostly in the evening. There will be some years in which she didn't keep diaries and there will also be some days/weeks in her yearly diaries in which she skipped or forgot to write in them. For the most part, these are her words - written as she wrote them. There will be typos, forgotten punctuation, and other grammatical errors - but I am rewriting these as my Nanny originally wrote them.

As with all old handwriting, there are some entries that I can't quite make out - and these entries will be followed with a (?) to signify that this may or may not be correct or I can't figure out what she is trying to write.

Thank you Nanny for leaving us 50 years worth of memories! We miss you!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

December 15 - 21, 1945



Saturday, December 15, 1945

Nice day. Didn’t do much. Milan went over and helped Robert. Billie went to movies. Vacation began today.



Sunday, December 16, 1945

Milan helped Bob. Dorothea went to Sunday school. Nice day.


Monday, December 17, 1945

I washed. Got a telegram from Jack from Long Beach, California. I got Billie’s watch for Christmas. Bill worked for Jim Chadbourne. Billie killed our mother cat.



Tuesday, December 18, 1945

Mr. Murray came $200. Aunt Linnie and I went down to Aunties. I cleaned, painted in kitchen and dining room. Jean got word from Jack, he might not get home for Christmas. Fruit came from aunt Ava. Bought a white ?? of Gladys Hogan.


Wednesday, December 19, 1945

Cloudy. We got the Christmas tree. Dolores and Carlton called in p.m. Milan down to town. Snowed. Fruit came from Es and Cliff for Xmas.



Thursday, December 20, 1945

Very cold. Washed floors. Fern up in p.m. and sewed for Dorothea a dress.



Friday, December 21, 1945

Very cold. Bill bought oil burner stove of H. Burnham. $25. Cleaned up the house, move Dorothea’s bed. Joy up here all day.


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