The pages of this diary are filled with drawings and photographs of a young girl observing the times in which she lives.                 Grandma writes: May 10, 1909 Dear Diary: I am sitting at my writing desk next to the window. The sky is bright pink and violet. I watched the lamplighter come open the glass door of the gas lamp and lift up his torch pole to light it. Its warm glow is flooding the street. I am lighting my table oil lamp to continue to write by. Many people have an electric box now but many do not yet. Lucy’s family does and the lights are nice and bright. But still, I couldn’t help but feel sad that everything is changing and wonderful things like horse carriages, gas lamps, and frilly petticoats are all going to disappear. More . . .