March 20, 1928
It is springtime in our beautiful mountains and the beauty of all the blooming flowers will take ones breath away. I planted lily bulbs at home and in the flowers boxes at the school in the fall; so my students would see what beauty can burst from the ground.
All the boys who are older enough to plant are out for the spring holidays in the mountains---so my school is quiet now. All my children are home helping their parents for three weeks and then back to school they will gladly return.
I am 18 years old now and still living at home with my parents. I do not mind since my mother has slowed down and she is enjoying reading more and rocking in her favorite chair on our wrap-around porch.
I have given up on seeing my Johnny again, and since his grandparents moved out of the gap, I never get news anymore about him.
We have a new blacksmith in Purvis Gap and the single women are talking about how handsome he is with big muscles that ripple from his strong tan fingers up to his shoulders.
I heard the women in church talking and his name is Samuel O’Walker from Scotland. His ancestors settled in the Appalachian Mountains in 1600’s. His parents were Missionaries on the Islands of Hawaii and he wanted to live in the mountains and start his family here. I am sure all the single young girls and women will occupy his time with dishes of food to show him they can cook.
I hope they all have fun as we have very little entertainment for most of the thrill seekers of lonely women. As for myself I have better things to do than to chase a man of all things.
I will talk to you again Dear Diary.