Is it packed with fun and adventure, was she one of the first to arrive in America ?
No, although she was definitely a feminist pioneer for her time. For a woman born in 1910, few of her generation earned a bachelor's degree at age 65, and even fewer of them took a computer science degree at age 73. I will never reach the marks she achieved in her long life.
The diary came to light by accident as my brother and I demolished her former home. She was more than a bit of a hoarder, so the attic was nigh impassible. There was a thin old freestanding medical cabinet leaning forward, spilling its contents. In them I found her little diary from the 1930's and 40's. My mother was born in 1931, and the diary started maybe when she was six.
There were entries about stopping by the bakery at midnight on the way home from the cinema and eating a whole loaf of fresh bread as a snack between the three of them. There were notes about her gardening project. There was an embarrassing swatch of a calico print with a little savage with a spear in a grass skirt, a blouse or dress had been made of it for my mother.
But I'd save it for the heartbreak. My grandfather was a philanderer, a side of him I'd never heard of until some 10 years or more after his death, and then never from Grandmother. He had an affair when he was 40 that almost ended the marriage. Grandmother was 35 and mother was 14. Granddad was in love with Elsie, an employee in one of the stores he managed. She was but 17.
Granddad's parents put a great deal of pressure on him, although that wasn't in the diary. He had moved out to a hotel in preparation for abandoning his family. At some point, he gave in, gave up, and returned home. Soon after, he gave us his business job troubleshooting store accounts and moved the family back to his hometown. They built a house next door to his parents on the family property.
Once I learned more of the bits and details, I reasoned it was part of why Mother was so cynical about life, about religion, about society. I think she worshipped her dad, even after all that. It must have been devastating to her to see him walk out on them when she was only 14.
My grandmother never said anything negative about my grandfather, ever. She loved him through all that, and more, as he had obviously had other affairs before that. She nursed him during his decline with emphysema, and went back to work to support them when he no longer could.
It reminds me that people are tough, and that love and forgiveness are irrational. It changed my perspective on people and purity.