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!

Friday, October 17, 2014

December 22 - 28, 1945 CHRISTMAS!!


Saturday, December 22, 1945

We went shopping tonight. Very cold. Bill Ridlon called here (hot.) Bill worked a full week for Jim Chadbourne $36. Bought oil burner stove of H. Burnham. $25



Sunday, December 23, 1945

Cold. Killed our pig, Ilan’s and Bob’s. Mama and I washed. I went down to the Christmas tree at Methodist Church with Fern and Lloyd. Dorothea spoke. Sat up oil burner stove.



Monday, December 24, 1945
 
Bill worked half day. Milan and I went to town for last-minute shopping. Box came from Sears. Bob cut the pig up.



Tuesday, December 25, 1945

A nice day. Milan’s first Christmas at home in 7 years. Had a good time. Nice dinner and gifts. All the folks called




Wednesday, December 26, 1945

A telegram from Jack he is in Camp Devens. Fair and warmer. Bill worked for Jim. We took Christmas tree out.



Thursday, December 27, 1945

Jack is in camp Devens telephoned to his folks.



Friday, December 28, 1945

Jack came this morning. Bill, Dorothea and I went down in eve to see him. He looked very good. We did a washing.


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