“tried to make me eat my own sticky candy.” Monday, August 20, 1945
19 Sun. Awake bright & early. Put in the morning. Dad & I went to Church with Stutts. Connie & Alf took the Service. It was pretty musical. Sang a lot of old Hymns. Went to Fred Lawrences for supper. I went home & fooled around. Isabelle & I slept together.
20 Mon. Stewarts are home. Mom brought Shirley & I to town. Worked just so, so. Not much business in the store. Half the staff was sick from the lemonade they had on Sat. Ross came home today and Willard was in for supper. The two boys held on to me & tried to make me eat my own sticky candy. Got it all over my face. Ross went out, and Willard stayed til nearly midnight.
21 Tues. I took off a balance at noon. After checking addition, I find I’m not so far out. We went to C.C.Y.M. this evening. Had a fairly good meeting. About 15 or 16 members present. Clare did the educational, which was very good. Graham wafers for lunch.
22 Wed. Couldn’t work on my balance hardly at all this morn. There was one thing after another to do. I had six letters this morn. Should have worked this afternoon but was too tired. Came home & really slept from 2 until 4. Got up & washed a few things, got supper. Ironed & other things tonight. Bed by ten.
23 Thurs. I tried to work on my balance but was interrupted a number of times. Couldn’t get the bills all checked before supper, went back at eight. Alf & I had grapefruit juice to drink. I found the 6c I was out, before ten. The bill had been rung up wrong. Home at 9.50.
24 Fri. Tried hard to get caught up with my work. Didn’t get yesterdays charge. Swept the floor which was dreadfully dirty. Came home tonight and really did things in a big way. Doris wrote a C.C.Y.M. Report and letter.
25 Sat. Really had a quick check-up tonight. Finished at 9:30. I went to the theatre and met the kids coming out at 9.45. We found Dad, then he, Harry B., Jean, and we kids all went & had pie at the Club. Home at 10.30.
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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 …
For more information on BCATP see a blog site dedicated to “Paying homage to those who stayed behind to train those who fought overseas.