From my grandmother’s journal:
Cold & windy- Listened to Doc Holland’s sermon. Mrs. Purcell invited me to her place for a (?? dark times? that’s not it, and but I don’t know what it actually says). It was so good.
In the evening went to Fish’s for a short time. Then watched Purcell’s television.
What was so good? Drunk limes? Dark Crimes? My great-grandmother was God and garden loving, solid member of the community, so we must set aside dark crime and drunk limes. What’s your guess?