July 17, 1956 Dear Diary, This morning Robert picked us up at the mailbox rock in his old pickup. He tipped his hat like he always does, and...

  July 16, 1956 Dear Diary This morning, Mini came with us as we rode to Holy Mass in Robert’s old green pickup. The gravel road was still d...

I woke early, left Sister Mary Claire a note, and walked with Mini to the cave. The world was quiet, and the creek whispered past the grotto...

Dear Diary, My Underwood was waiting for me in its usual spot inside the cave. From where I sit and type, I can see Our Lady’s little grotto...

June 28, 1956 Dear Diary After our morning chores, Sister Mary Claire handed me something she had tucked in her missal. It was an old holy c...

June 27, 1956 Dear Diary, Something beautiful happened on my way back from the grotto this morning. Mini and I were walking through the dapp...

  Dear Diary, This morning, Sister Mary Claire read today’s meditation to me while I braided my pigtails. It was all about true glory hiding...