San Francisco
Sunday, April 8, 1906
Dear Diary,
What a bright and sunny day. We must have looked pretty grand in church today, waving our palms (not open hands, but fronds) in the procession. But next Sunday we’ll be all decked out in our new dresses and Easter bonnets. Florence came by yesterday to do our final fittings and my best dress this year is gorgeous: an oyster pink pleated satin bodice with a bone-white cotton yoke, white satin puff sleeves with smocking and flounces, and a matching pink smocked collar. My hat will be broad-brimmed, pastel green straw, with pink primroses around the sash.
After supper we played hearts and whist for hours. I can stay up late because I don’t have to go to school this week and Daddy has gone up to the Eel River on business. I hope he brings home some fresh salmon for Good Friday, since it is my favorite fish.
Mother, Rachel, Hazel, and Amy and I are going to see the flower show at the Conservatory of Flowers and then to a Concert at the Concourse. Amy and I have yet to decide what to wear.
Your,
Polly (with a future)
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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-).
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