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!

Sunday, May 20, 2018

July 9 - 12, 1967


Sunday, July 9, 1967

Cloudy and showers. Bill Ridlon came and did the bulldozing outside. It looks so much better. Bill and Billie were going to hang rest of the doors. Bill worked outside. Billie up to Chet’s. Betty, Walt and Carmen in a brand-new 1967 Ford. It is beautiful. In p.m. over to Bob’s to Debbie’s party. Saw Bob’s movies. Mrs. Adair called.



Monday, July 10, 1967

Today Betty Dorothea, Carmen, Kim and I rode up to Augusta. Lila and Thena called. Pip got lost today.



Tuesday, July 11, 1967 Got our electricity

Partly cloudy, good temperatures. Comfortable weather. I done up my work. The Central Maine Power came and connected us to the power lines. Mr. Reynolds called. Coming again tonight. Bobby Stanford called. Joy found Pip. I worked down cellar. We got our electricity hooked up tonight.



Wednesday, July 12, 1967

Rained in a.m. A nice day after clearing. I had Kim today. Betty out looking for a place to live. Called at Dawn and Dorothea’s. Came home, had supper with us. I cooked a turkey pie in my new oven.

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