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!

Saturday, January 7, 2017

February 8 - 11, 1962



Thursday, February 8, 1962

20 below, cold all day. I cleaned up my chambers. Delores called in p.m. and stayed for an hour or so.



Friday, February 9, 1962

10 above. Cloudy in late p.m. I’ve been at Fern and Lloyd’s all day. Fern very sick with a bad tooth. Her face and eye all swollen up. Came home for supper, to town and back down there till midnight. Uncle Os not too good. Blanche over here all day.



Saturday, February 10, 1962

15 below very cold. Billie worked all day. Bill and Gordon worked on the water pipes in the p.m. Got the cold water back into the sink. All new copper pipes. Sally and girls called. Betty had two letters from Mike. I got those off to her. Art Ward called. I went down and helped Fern a little this morning. Aunt Ava here while I was gone. Uncle Os not very good. Letter from Betty, card from Mike.



Sunday, February 11, 1962

20 below. A nice quite cold day. Bill and Gordon worked on the pipes down cellar. Uncle Os not at all good. I went down to help them change his bed. Aunt Ava, Dot and Kennie called. I washed Uncle Os’s sheets. Uncle Os is slipping fast.
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