Dear diary, guess I’ll have to start a fire to get something to put in you. Nothing exciting happening more, I guess.
I remember this feeling, too. You’re sixteen and you want stories to tell!
I also sense some disappointment here. I think maybe grandma was feeling low since the excitement of the essay contest had died down. She may have wanted it to lead somewhere more, like to a journalism job.
It can be tough when something awesome happens and then a few weeks later it’s life as usual, especially if that life involves a lot of farm chores.
Went to Superior to get my cup. No job but lots of smiles. At last they know me in the news office now.
Why not a job? Smiles are nice but they don’t pay the bills. I wonder if sexism was to blame.
Papers all publish “Alma Imhoff Wins First Award in Essay Contest.” Four columns in Nelson Herald.
Way to go, Grandma! Now if I could just find this essay, which is on Nebraska.
Went to Superior with Alice to dentist. Went by Journal office, made me homesick for old G.R.
Wrote down the first news item for which I ever sweated. News before was mere child’s play!
What news task was assigned to my 15-year-old grandma, I wonder? Also, was she a paid reporter or an intern? I’m going to contact The Nebraska Signal to try and find out.
