PREFACE When I took a typing class in the 9th grade, my grandfather asked me if I wanted to practice by transcribing his diary from World War I.
I said, Yes.
By the time I was halfway through, I became busy with other things and never finished it.
After moving to Monterey, I asked Mom and Dad what happened to the diary.
They did not even remember its existence.
I guessed that it must be lost.
Then years later, while cleaning out the garage, I found a box with things I'd saved fr.