“somehow I don’t seem settled or satisfied.” Sunday, September 9, 1945
9 Sun. No Church. Awoke at 7.30, much to my disgust. Pert was home, but Dean & Neil at Worthy’s. Had a lovely breakfast. Talked (we kids) until lunch time. Lloyd Bennings came this aft, also Dean & Neil got home. Went to our place for supper, about 6.10. Had a fairly nice time, but somehow I don’t seem settled or satisfied. They left at eleven. Mom, Dad, & I talked, until well after twelve.
10 Mon. Feel awful, this morn. Isabelle & I came to town with Sterlings. Ivy got her telegram, so will be leaving tomorrow. Mr. Dummar, & Mr. Stewart, auditors from Regina arrived at noon. They were not going to check my work this time. Bob phoned & called an executive meeting. We had it in the Rest Room. Clara, Carl, Doris & I had lunch in the Commercial. Sundaes.
11 Tues. Ivy was at work this morn, much to my surprise. She left at noon. Also Mr. Dummar left this aft, so there is just Mr. Stewart here. Isabelle went to work this evening & so I cleaned shoes, washed stockings, etc.
12 Wed. I took my half holiday, for a change. Had dinner, read til 2.45, then slept til 5. Had supper, cleaned up, went to a bowling meeting in the City Hall, met Lorna and Dorothy Arnett. Went at 7.30. And got out at 10.15. Had lunch with Lorna, Maybeth & Joyce, then walked home with Lorna.
13 Thurs. Lorna, Doris, Isabelle, Ruth S. came in tonight and I bowled this evening. My score was very poor the first game, but came up some in the second. Ruth was here for supper, or rather shortly after & slept with Doris tonight. We had lunch in the Commercial. Came home, sang, danced, etc. til 12. I slept in the little bedroom alone.
14 Friday. Mr. Stewart left this afternoon. He seems to be a very nice man. Mr. Powers asked me to go back to work tonight so we could make out the Payroll. Went at eight, and didn’t get home until shortly before eleven. What an evening. Ross was pretty good though at explaining, & Mr. P. was there too.
15 Saturday. Sleepy this morn and it seems a though the morning just flew. When 12 o’clock came, I had no idea it was that late. Tried to get caught up on some of Ivy’s work this evening. Mom & Wilma were in to get Doris & I. Mom, Dad & I talked this evening until midnight. Went to sleep quickly.
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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.