March 11 and 12, 1957

From my great-grandmother’s journal (everytime I write this, I suddenly have this feeling that I mis-wrote and previously referred to these as my *grandmother’s* journal.  But I don’t go back and check, because I’d rather not use my limited Wi-Fi for that).

Monday, March 11:

Paid gas and lights- 20.58 (that’s three bills, I think the gas was for her house in town and the cottage)

Paid conference dues- 3.00

Mrs Fish invited me over for lunch.


March 12

Betty Green washed my kitchen ceiling. Kitchen looks a whiz.

Went to OES with Mrs. Fish, a lonely meeting, so few I knew.

Every time I read her journals I am struck by how many people around her included my widowed great-grandmother in their lives- a small circle, but a dedicated group who invited to lunches and dinners and offered rides to functions, and television watching in the evening, and came by to clean things or visit or share produce from their gardens.   I lament the changing times, but I seldom respond by going to visit somebody or having somebody over for dinner or visiting my neighbors.  Oh, horrors, the introvert in me shrinks.

We do have people over, understand. It’s just that I don’t feel like it’s on the same level as these friends and neighbors of my great-grandmother.  However, this week we did buy lawn chairs so we can open our gates of an evening and sit outside them as many of our neighbors do and smile and wave as they go by and offer treats to the children (not a creepy thing to do here).   So there’s that.  No porches- people just stand on the road and visit.=)

I remember visiting this great-grandmother in her nursing home when I was a small child. She was bedridden and in her nineties. I wonder what she would have thought about her great-grand-daughter moving to the Philippines when she was already a grandmother herself, or about me sharing her journals with the whole internet, or at least that small part of it that knows about my small corner and listens in.

I wonder what my grandchildren will be doing in fifty years, and if they will wonder what I would have thought if I knew.  Here’s what I would have thought- I pray that all of you are wise and good and kind and love the Lord and His image-bearers and that wherever you are and whatever you are doing reflects that.



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March 10, 1957

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?

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What’s For Breakfast, And How Hard Did You Work For It?

This is an interesting article to discuss over your breakfast table:

The Bloomberg index calculates the average cost and affordability of a typical breakfast — one cup of whole milk, one egg, two slices of toast and a piece of fruit — for 129 global and regional financial centers. Rankings are based on market prices for the last 12-18 months from, an online database of user-contributed city and country statistics.

The index reveals wide affordability gaps between the top and bottom cities in some economic regions. Breakfast costs just over 1 percent of a day’s pay for people in Switzerland’s Zurich and Geneva, while Ukrainians in Kiev must shell out about 6 percent. In Asia, the cost is less than 1 percent in Osaka, compared with 12 percent in Hanoi, Vietnam. The disparity is widest in Latin America: from 2.4 percent in Monterrey, Mexico, to 111 percent in Caracas, the capital of Venezuela.

There’s more in the article, like why they chose eggs, milk, toast and fruit, and a little throw away sentence about what people really eat for breakfast, but still, it was an interesting exercise.  I’d be curious about the results of a comparison of what people typically eat for breakfast in each country and how much of a day’s wage that is.

Rice is a more common breakfast food than wheat products in most Asian countries, and fish is often the protein of choice in many places.  Here it’s fish or a pork sausage, highly seasoned (and sugary, all the sausage is very sweet).




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March 9, 1957

From my great-grandmother’s journal:


Worked around.  Mrs. Fish did some shopping for me.  Watched Purcell’s television.

Finished (?) my square that I’ve worked on for 2 years.


Here’s the missing word:



Any guesses?

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March 7, 1957

Roger took me to the hair dressers at 10:30 a.m.  Got a close cut and permanent.  Roger brot me home after supper.  Had a good visit with the children.  Boy, the wind when we came in. (I am not sure, but I vaguely recall that some sometimes came and went from her house via a ferry when going to Uncle Roger’s).


March 8, Friday:

Worked around. In the evening watched Purcell’s television.

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