Another Day

Another Day I pull the curtain back to let in diffused autumn sun It’s a new day. And she arose from her bed Despite letting the clock tick past 9:00… Past 9:30… Leaving me hanging on the question: Will today be the day she doesn’t wake? I straighten the bed as I hear her Moving…

Chatting with Babu, Nothing New or: Let’s Talk About Poop, Baby

I have changed the format of this blog slightly.  I used to write a post summarizing the journals, then a post about the conversation with Babu, then a post with excerpts.  I sometimes skip the middle one and I want you to know I’m still sharing these with her.  It is my favorite part!  I…

Sunday Share So Late!

I went to the Big E, (a BIG state fair where I’m from) most of the day and night and by the time I was home I was done, batteries dead.  But, I decided not to skip it entirely especially after I peaked in on this blog and saw that wonderful poetry was getting written. …

December 1935

This month seems mixed with deep peace and a little bit of torment.  She writes lovely passages like this: Saturday, December 6th, 1935 Went to confession this evening.  First time I felt so swell after going.  So peaceful.  I could have stayed in church all evening. Plus there is the excitement of the holidays is…

Autumn Excerpts

Tuesday, October 1st, 1935 Went to see Casmire but, Diary, I couldn’t look at him but a second.  He drew me so I thought I’d have to touch him then I was so frightened of him I couldn’t look.  His lips were a vastly blueish read.  His hair was light and wavy.  I hope he…

Just Sitting Here Trying to Write This Book

This is a post from my other blog:  Just Sitting Here Trying to Write This Book So, I apologize for any repetition but this is more proof that the more I write about this experience the more I process it.  Please go check out my other blog!   What It’s Like Transcribing My Grandmother’s Journals…

November, 1935

There is a small earthquake on the first of the month and Babu continues to be successful in her college courses.  These two facts were placed in the same sentence for their juxtaposition, not their similarity.  Perhaps a story that better belongs with a tale of a small earthquake is what is still going on,…

October, 1935

She attends Casmire’s wake and is frightened by the body.  She and Jeanette are still not friends.  She tried out for the orchestra and dramatics.  She gets good grades in everything except for penmanship.  (Really?)  Drobey is hanging out with Jeanette and Teddy, instead of her.  Babu’s reaction? Oh, I’ll be darned! She is becoming…

September Excerpts: What the Fight was Really All About.

Or can we even know?  Usually, I’d say we can only know one side of this story, therefore, discredit the whole account, but since Babu records exactly what Jeanette said to her, I think it’s pretty fair.  To someone who knows her and has read all the previous passages, it’s rather revealing. Tuesday, September 17th,…

Polyrhythm

Originally posted on Elan Mudrow:
Photo by Elan Mudrow Our bodies move between layers Like leaves, who dance beneath Aggressive heat….waiting…. For the bite of upcoming chill Who consumes, as it always will Our cycle of touch and thought Bending our tired sinews caught In ignorance of the ground Soon to lie upon. Clinging to…

September, 1935

Right after we got back from our vacation, I caught Adam and Babu having a conversation that involved me.  Babu had just sat up from her nap on the couch and Adam was talking with her until she gained her bearings.  She was talking about Ernestine Jones. “You’ll read about her soon, you know?  Angie…

Excerpts, August, 1935

Wednesday August 14th, 1935 The most dreadful thing occurred last night.  Drobey and Teddy got hurt in the legs coming home from the Altar Boys Outing.  They had their legs hanging from the back and an auto brushed pasted knocking them off.  Drobey fainted but wasn’t hurt badly.  Teddy had seven veins in the back…