Friday, April 10, 1914: Went to Watsontown this afternoon. Don’t have a new hat for tomorrow. Well, you see it will be Easter, that’s why. Oh, I don’t mean tomorrow; I mean the day after tomorrow.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Whew, another ambiguous diary entry. . .
Did Grandma buy an Easter hat when she went to Watsontown. . . or didn’t she?