Saturday, October 4th, 1975 – Went to Fergus by (?) Nova. Marilyn sick at Blanche’s with migraine. Glenn busy digging plants & roses. Children happy. Betty & her 2 came up. Is this the last trip to Fergus? House not sold yet.
Friday, October 4th, 2013 – Well Grandma, here I am. I am not sure where to start. Dad passed on your diaries to me (at my request) and I am grateful to have them. I feel like I never got to know you as an adult, and I definitely didn’t appreciate you when I did have you around, but I am hoping I can change that now. I hope that through spending time with you and your word, I can get to know you and the world you inhabited a bit better. I don’t know if you are out there or to be honest how you would feel about this venture. But all the same, I want to share our lives. I don’t know where this will take us, or me, but I am game to find out.
I am impressed with your daily commitment to writing and I hope to be able to maintain that myself. I can’t say what I have read so far of your diaries is terribly exciting, or provides insight into what you felt, but it does paint a picture of your days and who and what occupied the space around you. I don’t know that this conversation will be terribly enlightening for anyone (but what do I know? I’ve never kept a diary before). But I suppose life isn’t really terribly exciting or full of enlightenment for the most part. It is words, and duties and responsibilities, and people and… I guess it is the small stuff that adds up.
I will leave it at that for now.
A Conversation Through Time 
That best portion of a good [wo]man’s life;
[Her] little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and love.
– William Wordsworth