February 27
Laura M., age 15, North Carolina
February 27, 1998
School was decent — made some major eye contact w/ Chris. Sandra picked me up 4 work. Done early. Showered & ate. Courtney came at 7:30. Me, her, Liam, Travis, Thor & Andy all went 2 a huge party. Mosh pits & all. Me & Travis flirted big — it was fun. Brought back old times. Played hide-go-seek in Kroger.
Laura M., age 14, North Carolina
February 27, 1997
Today was SO beautiful! High of 75. Had a fire alarm through all of 6th period. It was hot. Em picked me up. Changed into dress. Played guitar OUTSIDE. Talked to Karen. Watched story. Eddie picked me up and we went to Los Tres. Typed on computer. Watched T.V. shows and tried to call Sean but his mom [End of entry.]
Anna L., age 75, Illinois
February 27, 1960
Finished general cleaning up stairs and some down. Baked pie and cookies. Cooking meat. P. and B. got everything ready to take to cabin, Jim and Cooks eating with us. Had snow plowed out easy driving now. Men went home early. Helen came with us. Watched Welk.
Marcy S., age 19, Missouri
February 27, 1944
Cold and cloudy and icky. Up at 10 and heard Dr. Bowman speak at Burrall. To church at 12. Visiting minister gave excellent sermon. Dinner at 1. Not so hot. Mary acts mad. She and Kath. went to show. I had note to call Charlene Miller after dinner. About recital. Joan came down to see if I were going to Phi Theta meeting but we defeated our consciences and decided not to go. I had felt so frustrated up til then but got feverish urge to work after it was settled! Read book and then actually went over and practiced for an hour!! Although I had vague restless feeling it wasn’t empty as it used to be. Read til about 7 when Betty and I went down to dairy for a sundae. Awfully cold and cloudy and windy. Mary and Kath. had come for radio so I couldn’t hear One Man’s Family. Didn’t mind much cause Cliff is so corny! Wrote Kimmie and Marg Louie. Had good thinking session in closet. I feel differently about God somehow.
Marcy S., age 16, Tennessee
February 27, 1941
Cold, rain, cloudy. There’s nothing so terrible, or that hurts more, than disappointment -- and I speak from experience, Diary. The Hi-Lite came out today and before Latin, Goody let M.R. and I read on. In the chatter column there was something about Mary and the Jeanne Giles affair. It made me so mad. Then later, Miss Goodwin asked about Mary and said she’d heard about the “affair,” but not the details nor who was in the right. As though she doubted Mary! Then we got in pretty deep and she said she’d heard that Mary’s illness was due to “that” and she continued, “I would have gone to see Mary if I’d know it was just physical illness, but when I heard about that trouble, I didn’t know who was right and...” Anyway, she inferred that she thought Mary was wrong and that she wouldn’t go to see her because of it -- even if she were sick. I nearly exploded, Diary, but all I did was inform Miss Goodwin that it was positively not Mary’s fault. A fine friend she is! How dare she doubt Mary’s honesty? Oh, Diary, aren’t people disgusting? You don’t know who to trust and who not to. I don’t like Latin class anymore and I have lost all respect for Miss Goodwin.
Henry S., age 26, Michigan
February 27, 1888
It was 3 degrees below 0 this morning and it has been a cold blistering day. It is 8 degrees below tonight. Kate washed this forenoon and I took care of the baby. Wrote a letter to ma and went up town to the mail tonight. And also when down to Mr. Betts and got my orders for pay for teaching, which I drew the money on at the store. Rode home with Mr. Huntington as he came along when I did.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)
Henry S., age 25, Michigan
February 27, 1887
It stormed terribly all last night and continued so to do until near night today. The snow had been drifted very badly and it flew through the air very much like a blizzard all day. The mercury was 4 degrees above zero when we got up this morning. I did not go any where all day. I finished readying “Evangeline” it is such a sad poem but still beautiful. I commenced writing a letter to Kate and wrote one to Mr. Butler, the preacher of Webster. I have been reading in my last years Diary, and the descriptions of the sickness of our little Johnnie who was nearing his death a year ago makes me feel rather lonesome and sad. The wind has gone down and the sky is clear tonight.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)
Cornelia H., age 26, North Carolina
February 27, 1863
Mail brought no war news. Harrie wrote to Mr. Henry. The letter came today. He is in Columbia on sick leave. Poor fellow. I fear he will soon leave this bright, beautiful world to try the realities of the dark unknown future. My paper does not come regular. It is quite a treat when it does come. A good many people here after letters &c. today.
Cornelia H., age 25, North Carolina
February 27, 1862
I fixed some marsailes cuffs to undersleeves & ripped my brown woolen sleeves out. I am going to change them to another fashion. The children combed my head for me this evening. I had the toothache badly for awhile after dinner.
*(Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journals and Letters of the Henry Family, Eds. Karen L. Clinard and Richard Russell, used with permission.)
Samuel P., age 35, London
February 27, 1668
All the morning at the office, and at noon home to dinner, and thence with my wife and Deb. to the King’s House, to see “The Virgin Martyr,” the first time it hath been acted a great while: and it is mighty pleasant; not that the play is worth much, but it is finely acted by Becke Marshall. But that which did please me beyond any thing in, the whole world was the wind-musique when the angel comes down, which is so sweet that it ravished me, and indeed, in a word, did wrap up my soul so that it made me really sick, just as I have formerly been when in love with my wife; that neither then, nor all the evening going home, and at home, I was able to think of any thing, but remained all night transported, so as I could not believe that ever any musick hath that real command over the soul of a man as this did upon me: and makes me resolve to practice wind-musique, and to make my wife do the like.
*(The Diary of Samuel Pepys M.A. F.R.S., edited by Henry B. Wheatley F.S.A., London, George Bell & Sons York St. Covent Garden, Cambridge Deighton Bell & Co., 1893.)