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!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

June 26 - July 2, 1948 Bill to Eye and Ear Infirmary in Portland



Saturday, June 26, 1948

A very nice day. Es, Mama and kids downtown in a.m. Dot went swimming first time today. Bill’s father, mother also Sara here tonight. Es and Fern and Bob here in eve. Bill and I went to town in Es’s car.


Esther in 1948

Sunday, June 27, 1948

Cloudy. Dr. here to see Bill again. We picked a crate and half of strawberries today. Bill’s father and mother here.



Monday, June 28, 1948

Rained in a.m. Mr. Randall’s cows came down here to be pastured today.


Tuesday, June 29, 1948

Rain in a.m., clearing and hot in p.m. Dr. Mabry took Bill to Eye and Ear Infirmary today. Dots grandfather and I picked over two crates berries today.Were washed. Callers in eve.



Wednesday, June 30, 1948

Bill’s dad and I picked berries. Land bank man here. Charlie here today. Amy (? Army) called up to see how Bill is.



Thursday, July 1, 1948

Nice day. Grandpa, Dorothea and I picked 58 quarts strawberries. Rado called. Fern and Lloyd, Milan, Schaeffer’s, Bob and family. No word from Bill.



Friday, July 2, 1948

Grandpa mowed grass. Dot made cookies. Grandpa and I picked berries. Charlie and Jean called in p.m. Ken brought up firecrackers, he and kids shot them off.



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