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, March 7, 2025

August 14 - 17, 1992 Cliff Back From Rehab to Hospital

 

Friday, August 14, 1992 Nick back to Jacksonbrook

 

Cliff came home from the New England Rehab Hospital in Portland today. He came to the hospital here in Bridgton. Not very good. Also today Arnold took Nick, his son, back to Jacksonbrook Institute. I love the boy and feel so sorry for him. Billie and I are going through a cold. Betty has been here today. Carmen and Dorothea brought us a delicious turkey pie. Esther, Billie, Jane and Susan down to see the Cliff when he came home.

 

 

Saturday, August 15, 1992

 

Another cold rainy day, it rained hard almost all of the forenoon. It let up after a while. A dite of sun came out for just a part of a minute. Cloudy rest of the day. It was a dite warm. Dorothea came and cleaned up, washed floors, done a very good job. She got a good supper. Esther was down to the hospital with Billie, Susan and Jane. Then they came back here for a while. She wants to think over what she wants to do for herself.

 

 

 

Sunday, August 16, 1992

 

What a long dreary miserable day. Walt up for coffee and Zak came up later for coffee. Then Esther got ready to go to the hospital with Billie to see Cliff. Carmen called me and said Cliff wasn’t very good, and getting weaker, breathing not at all good.

 

 

 

Monday, August 17, 1992

 

No news. Another one of those miserable days as usual. Cloudy, gray showers and just a dite of sun. No more. Can’t say we did anything, just sat. Billie D came, got Esther, they went to the hospital. Cliff not good at all. Later on Susan called and Carmen and children.

 

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