Skippy and My Mother's Diary (Bronx, NY, 1945, and about 1949)

In preparing to ship a lot of stuff for the summer, we ran into my mother's diary from the year 1945, the year she became pregnant and prepared to marry my father. She was 17 and he 16. I felt a little shy reading it, but then I found a letter to her future children. It's pretty touching to read many of the entries, though a lot of it is typical teenage ranting.

Below is her entry on her dog, Skippy, who I remember as being my grandmother's dog when I was small. [As with all pictures, click on it for a larger version that you can read.]


My mother, grandmother and Skippy.


Skippy and Paul (I'm pretty sure that's Paul).