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, November 27, 2017

August 16 - 19, 1965

Kristie Summer of 1965





Monday, August 16, 1965

A beautiful day. We did our washed, cooked, churned, cleaned up the house. Picked beans. Betty and family over to Auburn. Dennis came home with them for a few days. Dorothea, Jeff and I called at Sarah’s. We cleaned the whole house in good shape. Washed floors and all.



Tuesday, August 17, 1965

Cloudy and very hot and humid. We did our ironing. I made a pie. Susan home all day. We called at Ferns in evening. She wasn’t  at home, we was worried.



Wednesday, August 18, 1965

Cleared this a.m. after a sprinkle. Dorothea, Betty and Susan returned home this morning after out all night. Down to Ferns til 1:30 then came up to Betty’s and (?) Milan called. Then they went to Crescent Lake with him to drive a car. Froze some shell beans. Called at Kennie and Dot’s. Rayburn and Joan’s. Dorothea, Carmen, Jeff and I down to the lake after supper. Delores went with us. Called at Ava and Lewis’s. Betty and Carmen sick.



Thursday, August 19, 1965

A nice day. Washed, had showers. Done some cleaning, cooked a dite, churned. Hayd Smart died this afternoon.


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