“The Invasion of Europe started today … Doris played Wolf tonight & whistled at everyone who went by.“ Tuesday, June 6. 1944
3 Sat. Washed my head, did some studying, cleaning, etc. Rained all day without ceasing. Isabelle went to the show with Neil. I took a bath tonight. Bed in good time.
4 Sun. Rained all day again. I have never put in such a dull & long day in a long time. McGugans were supposed to come for supper, but couldn’t on account of the weather. Dad, Wilma & I brought Winnifred back to town tonight. Home at eight. Roads rough.
5 Mon. Went on a biology hunt in our house. Dean came down and got us, we drove to town over the roughest roads at about 35 miles per hour. What a ride! Were downtown after school, also this evening. Doris put in a phone call, then we came back and talked to Chris & Pat til ten or later. Bed – nearly eleven.
6 Tues. Doris went down town & I peeled the potatoes. The Invasion of Europe started today. 11,000 men; 4000 ships. Doris played Wolf tonight & whistled at everyone who went by. In bed at ten, thank goodness.
7 Wed. Put in a dull time. Heard today through Dean that Ruth Stutt was in a car accident and is in the hospital with broken ribs. Lois B. was up after four to bring Doris an address. We were over to see Pat & Chris, Studied, then went to bed.
8 Thurs. Doris got word that Ruth’s boy friend died without regaining conciousness. We were both down town after four. Pat gave us chocolate cake. Went to Sorrells this eve. Mrs. S. went to meeting about the firing of teachers. When we got home Mrs. S. & & Mrs Cleland talked, so we didn’t get to sleep til nearly twelve.
9 Fri. Eveline was up here for dinner. Had two spares this morn. The folks were in town, also Stutts. We stopped at Spaffords on the way home. Went to dance at Riverview. What a crowd! They took in $46.00 at the door and for lunch. Beatrice asked me to play from supper on, so I made $2.00. As Dean went with Charnell, & took the keys, Isabelle & I had to take Neil home. Some fun. I drove home. Frank Freidt asked me for lunch but I refused.
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These are the diaries of a seventeen-year-old teenager from a farm near Weyburn, Saskatchewan. Her name is Lorraine. She eventually was a church organist in Colgate. In 1944 she was the piano player for a dance band in Weyburn. In these days before school busses she, and her sisters, each had to move from the farm into town to attend school for Grades 11 & 12. This is the darkest time in World War II. Weyburn hosted an airbase for BCATP (British Commonwealth Air Training Plan). In other words, the town is filled with eligible young airmen from all over the world …
