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, July 27, 2018

March 23 - 25, 1968


Saturday, March 23, 1968

Another cloudy rainy day. I cooked. Cleaned up around, ironed a dite. Took a bath, prepared dinner. The Horton’s got here about 1 PM. All well and happy, glad to see them all. Gordon came and put formica top on the corner shelf. Bill worked on the walls. I made rolls, brown bread etc. About 5:30 Dorothea and family came. We had supper and birthday cake and ice cream. They got nice gifts and money. All had a good time. Jeff had his friend with him. And Fern was here, also Norm and Barbara came up.



Sunday, March 24, 1968

At last the sun came through today. It was snow flurry a lot but on the whole a very pleasant day. I got up and got dinner to going, got breakfast. Betty and Walt done a lot of running around doing this and that. Bob Winslow here for dinner. Betty and family left about 5 PM. Sally, Gordon, Vicki and roommate called. Bill worked on walls all day. Billie with Lawrence down country. Fern and Lloyd came in evening.



Monday, March 25, 1968

A beautiful clear and sunny day, just like spring. Water running, bare spots down through the fields. I used to say up through the fields when I lived down home. Gordon came, did some wiring, put me up some shelves in the bedroom. Started the work on the breezeway.

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