A Diary of Sarah Simpson Laird
Kept, intermittently, between
December 30, 1929 and May 12, 1931
The transcription of the diary was performed by my mother, Sarah Laird Baldwin. The notes below, as well as the great majority of editor's notes in square brackets, belong to her.
The book is handmade; I hadn't realized that until I read her first page more closely. The cardboard cover is covered with a fabric of pink flowers with springs of blue one; inside, she had glued pink paper, covered with a paper that is now, as it may have been then, off-white. The pages of the book are 5x7, 3-hole punch paper, and the book is tied through the top and bottom holes. She pierced the book's cover to accommodate the heavy black twisted silk cord that ties the book together, and in the middle, she sewed a longer length of the cord so that she could tie the diary closed.
The system didn't work perfectly; it was tied a little too tightly at the bottom, or perhaps the cord has shrunk; but the bottom holes have torn through on most of the pages. A little over a third of the book has been used, written in black or blue ink. She numbered the first nine pages at the outside top corners.
At the time the diary begins, Sarah is a student at Vassar College, from which she would graduate in 1932, before marrying my father, Stuart Baldwin, in the fall of 1932. She is at home in Lakewood, Norfolk, Virginia for the Christmas break.
(Start at December, 1930, or pick any other month.)
- December, 1930
"...Although it is so near the beginning of the New Year, when I made this diary I had no idea of undertaking a New Year's Resolution. It was just because I've had so many interesting experiences and adventures lately that I wanted to make them permanent."
- January, 1930
"...I woke in my comfortable bed at the Barbizon, to hear Ouisie at the door. The busy noises outside made me feel particularly useless, and as I let her in I determined to work hard enough when I get back to college to feel less like a drone in the energetic age to which I belong."
- February, 1930
"...A dreadful thing happened this morning a girl looked me directly in the eyes, and told me a lie. Without meaning to, I caught her up on it. I'm afraid I've made an enemy -- she is one of the most important people in the senior class -- but I'm very sorry for her."
- March, 1930
"...In the afternoon Stuart Baldwin came home with Horace. He has travelled all over the world, though he is only nineteen, and he knew Wooster, and thought he was an officer and a gentleman."
- April, 1930
"...Oh, my lovely books -- beautiful, perfect friends to keep all my life. I wonder if I will ever find a person as beautiful outside and as interesting within, to be completely happy to keep with me the rest of my life?"
- May, 1930
One entry, then a gap of eight months.
- January, 1931
"...Wooster is completely a thing of the past
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