September 8, 1918
Today was a day I will never forget even when I am an old woman at 40 years old. Pa and Ma left for church early because they were going to sing a special song together that Pa wrote.
Margaret and I left home after my brothers did because Mark was going to meet his new girlfriend at the foot of Blue Rock. I was wearing my lucky green hat and Margaret was wearing her lucky homemade bracelet out of walnut shells. Pa had varnish the shells for her and drilled holes with his pocket knife so she could string them together side by side. These were very small walnut shells, and it looked so good on her wrist. We were prepared to help the luck flow in church when Pa and Ma sang their song.
As we walked our little path to church Margaret told me about a new boy maybe moving to our Purvis Gap. His name is Lucas O’Shay and he is a cousin to one of Margaret’s friends who lives in Sullivan’s Gap. My sister Margaret is so popular I cannot remember all her friends because everyone knows my beautiful sister.
As we rounded the corner of Blue Rock my Johnny stepped out and said good morning to us and then held his hand out for mine. I looked into his green eyes and wonder if this was what the preacher meant when he spoke about “Biblical Love.” Did it give one a fluttering feeling in one’s tummy when Johnny held my hand? I will ask Margaret later.
Johnny and I sat with Margaret and Matthew. Mark was stilling with a pretty red haired girl, and he looked around at us and winked. My brother was so handsome---just like Pa.
When Ma and Pa stood in front of us all to sing their song---I could not breathe until the first words of their song came out:
I am yours my Lord; I work and wait for thee,
I live and work for thee,
I do unto to my neighbors with your love for thee,-----only Thee
Our family is blessed by thee,
My children worships only thee,-----only Thee
Our church is blessed by thee,
Where your word is carried with us through the week for thee-----only Thee
We are your humble doers for thee,
Our walk is always with thee,
On the path to Heaven we journey for thee,-----only Thee
Amen my Lord Only to Thee.
Ma and Pa sounded like Angels---and when they finished singing the church was silent---for a full minute my brother Mark said. Then everyone stood and clapped so loud and long that Pa and Ma turned red from all the praise. My sister Margaret said it was not proper to clap in church---but this was special so it was fine this time.
Johnny gave me a beautiful purple rock to put under my pillow he said--- so I would dream about him. Johnny did not know it---but I did not need that rock to dream about him or think about him. Johnny was in my dreams every night.
My Margaret said when she looked at my sleeping face in the morning I was smiling. My purple rock was under my pillow all day while I was at school. And the first thing I did when I came home I went into my room to make sure it was still there. I pick it up and feel the smoothness and kiss it before putting it back to sleep under my pillow.
I am sleepy now-- my Dear Diary---Good Night.
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