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!

Monday, September 15, 2014

May 12 - 18, 1945



Saturday, May 12, 1945

Rained in a.m. We papered Billie’s room. A little warmer today. Snow melting a little. Got Dorothea’s bedroom paper at Wales and Hamblen’s today. Dorothea up to Papa’s for dinner.



Sunday, May 13, 1945

We papered Dorothea’s bedroom. Mama got a lot on Mother’s Day. It rained as usual.



Monday, May 14, 1945

A fair day. We washed all day. Bill went up to Papa’s and cut a birch tree to make a scoot to haul
 pulpwood. He and I went down to Jean’s in eve.



Tuesday, May 15, 1945

A fair day, one little shower in a.m. Hot and sun in p.m. but thunderstorm tonight (lite). I cleaned upstairs and began to paint.



Wednesday, May 16, 1945

Bill painted bedrooms. Mama went down to Ferns. We got our telephone service again tonight. I cleaned all the downstairs good today. Quite warm Bill trimmed trees in the yard.



Thursday, May 17, 1945

I settled the bedrooms upstairs and cleaned all up up there today. Up to Papa’s. Edgar hauled logs to mill. Minnie’s house all papered and painted. I called tonight it looks good.



Friday, May 18, 1945

RAINED HARD all day. Bill, Betty and I went up to Ernest Brown’s. He wasn’t at home.
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