Stockholm, Sweden
Dear Gerdie, dearest Mago,
Before I retire for this night, I'm feeling free to fill in with one of many treasures (no. Vii) of your other notebook (the yellow legal pad):
One day Belinda packed her grip
And decided she would take a trip
"I'm sick to death of chores", said she,
"I'd like to go where I'll be free."
"Where nurse won't make me scrub my hands
And I can see some foreign lands;
Where lollypops grow on a tree
And there's no spinach fed to me.
I'll stand right here and thumb a ride
And in the city I will hide
If no one stops; well, I don't care
I'll resort to Shank's Mare.
Your devoted granddaughter
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A diary inspired by excerpts from a diary written by my grandmother, Edith Gertrude Kreigh (1886-1977), an American mother with children on both fronts during World War II. Excerpts (in bold print)were written mostly in the spring of 1942, and published here on the same days of the year as original entries, 65 years later. All other texts are by Sue Anne Moody (1947-).
Copyright © Sue Anne Moody
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