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, June 10, 2016

September 27 - October 1, 1959 Hen Killing Time



Sunday, September 27, 1959

Warm, a little hazy. Bill and I up to Dot and Forrests’. Billie and I downtown, got paper, called at Aunt Ava’s. Billie picked apples. Bill fixed furnace. Blanche called.



Monday, September 28, 1959

A very nice day, I washed. Clothes dried good. In p.m. I went to Mr. Vincent Yates funeral with Aunt Ava and Uncle Lewis. In p.m. Bob and Blanche called.

Therapeutic Eyewear

Tuesday, September 29, 1959 Letter and Snaps from Adair’s, The heifer went today to be dressed


On the cloudy side. Churned and canned tomatoes. Got a letter from Dorothea. They are going to England. Got some nice pictures from them. Heifer went today, dressed 468 pounds.



Wednesday, September 30, 1959

Hot today, cloudy. I cooked and ironed. Billie and I began to kill the hens tonight.



Thursday, October 1, 1959

Rain today, cooler. I cleaned up the shed chamber. Did some other odd jobs. Cleaned up the upstairs. Billie and I finished the hens. Tonight Bill helped to clean the hens. Raymond over in evening.



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