Marcy S., age 19, Tennessee


Woke up about 7. Cold. Closed window by bed and pulled spread up. Had strangest dream about an imaginary man at Mrs. McClure’s. Up at 9:30. Beautiful day. Cool inside but hot out. Still breezy, though. Pop went to Sunday School. Mum and I dressed – I in my Easter outfit, feeling very classy – and went down to the church about 11. Mum had driven down before to take the lilies. The service started soon after we got there. Pop counted 39 people! Bishop Dandridge gave a good sermon and then we had the communion service. Out about 12:30. Visited with different people. Mrs. Muller and Isabelle asked me to come out and see the baby. Mrs. M. looks badly – her mother died a few weeks ago. The family has had 8 deaths in 14 months, I think. The suit about the baby will be the final blow. Mrs. Warriner is leaving next week to live in Illinois. The Bishop said he remembered about half of me! Walked home and nearly melted. Had dinner about 1:30. Ice cream! I did dishes and sat out in back yard and read funnies, magazine and wrote Aunt Nellie and Val. Millie and Nancy Stevens came up and brought me a graduation gift – and some beans for Mum! Mum gave Millie a handkie – she graduated from 8th grade this year and I gave them one of my announcements. I opened the box when they left and found a lovely wooden compact! Practiced some before supper. Afterwards Pop went out to deliver some papers for the 5th war loan drive – he and Mum have charge through the block system. I prettied up and took some down to Mrs. Bowman’s and up to Mildred to see the mimosa tree in her back yard. The leaves  had all closed up ’cause the sun was down. Mum and I sat out in the from yard and I wrote J.C. Anderson to thank him for the French coin he sent me. Milton came over on his way to church to say hello. He’s quite a dresser! I think he’s making $100 a week at the project! About 8:30 I went in to play the piano. Got out a lot of old music. Pop came back soon and came in to sing. When Clure returned from church she came over and Pop and I gave her a concert. Once we heard applause from the porch and there were Betty Bowman and some other girls. They didn’t stay, though. George and Harvey were supposed to be around somewhere but they were evidently in hiding. About 9:30 in walked Milton “to hear Marcy Jane play.” He picked out some pieces for Pop to sing and then he asked me to render a solo or two. So I obliged with the Aeolian and Revolutionary Etudes, which he thought were very difficult. Then Mum served some fruit juice and cake. We sang and played till 11 o’clock and ended up with a magnificent rendition of “Wagon Wheels.” We’d all had a grand evening. Left dishes and tumbled into bed about midnight. [In upper margins: “Before supper I was singing around at the top of my lungs and one of the boarders was sitting in Clure’s yard – he probably wondered who was being murdered!”]