“It seems as though I love Keith much more than I knew I did. Just can’t keep my eyes from him.“ Sunday, April 6, 1947
6 Easter Sun. Tidied the house up while Keith & Isabelle went to Stutts for a puzzle. I also bathed & cleaned up. We fixed the table real nice, & had so much fun. I laughed & laughed. We sang Hymns after Mom & Dad got up. Kids put a puzzle together. It seems as though I love Keith much more than I knew I did. Just can’t keep my eyes from him.
7 Mon. Dad brought Isabelle & I to town. I was rather peeved that he had to make all the trips this weekend. Isabelle worked all day (Holidays). We did 2000 Mimeographed sheets. Have a terrible lot of work to be done this week. Grace worked all day too. I washed my hair tonight & got to bed at 9.30.
8 Tues. Isabelle worked again until 5.30, then went home with Mr. Killian. We accomplished quite a bit. Audrey Ireland wanted me to go for a walk with her at 7, but I thought we were doing C.C.Y.M. However, we called it off on account of roads. Doris & I ate lunch downtown in the Club. Came home & talked. Beautiful evening.
9 Wed. Lovely day again. Mrs. Findlay phoned that she is busy housecleaning, so I didn’t take a lesson. Was really glad she phoned as my cold still isn’t really better. Audrey Ireland phoned tonight. She & I went for a walk down to the Dalgleish girls! I played the piano, & we had lunch. Rather enjoyed it. Beautiful night.
10 Thurs. I went to Choir Practice alone tonight as Isabelle is still out home & Mr. Stewart didn’t go. Mr. Stewart is till sick in bed with the flu. The practice was a little dull tonight, but I still rather enjoy it. Hate to have to quit.
11 Fri. Rained & snowed off & On all afternoon, very soft though. Doesn’t look as though I’ll be able to go home this weekend. I set my hair & cleaned up tonight. Stayed home.
12 Sat. Was fortunate as the road is much better, so Dad & Shirley came to town for me, or at least waited for Is. & I until six, as she came in & worked. Wilma has mumps, but I went home anyway. Knit some more on my glove tonight. Have two fingers in it now.
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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.