Last half of August, 1934 Excerpts

What a difference “two weeks” makes: Saturday, August 18th, 1934 We started for home at quarter after three and got here at 6:30. I’m so excited I can’t eat. Saw a Caveman and Penny. But Caveman as usual was silent. Jeanette wrote me a letter but gave the wrong address and it came back so…

The Last Half of August, 1934

She makes it home and she is glad!!  However, Jeanette greets her with a letter that never got to Babu while she was in camp.  It reveals that Drobey has found another girl.  Babu seems less upset by that and more upset by the fact that, at first, he wont speak to her when she…

Beginning of August, 1934 Excerpts

She might seem like a wallflower fading into a corner…. Sunday, August 5th, 1934 Went to church again. They must think I’m a regular member. I like Sunday cause we always have company and it isn’t dull. But gee! I was sure I’d go home Saturday and I’m not so it seems. Adele said they…

The Beginning of August, 1934

For the first eight days of August she is home sick.  She expects to be leaving the first Saturday and is not and states:  “Honestly I feel terrible.”  And:  “If I don’t have something to do here I’ll go screwy.”  So she paints her nails and goes to church and plays horse shoes and goes…

Sunday Share – Liebster Awards

Oh my goodness!  I have been nominated for the Liebster Award for the second and the third time.  Wow.  I truly appreciate that.  Knowing someone appreciated reading something I wrote has huge significance with me. The second person to nominate me is Janna Michelle and her blog is called:  As She Writes.  This is a…

The End of July, 1934, Excerpts

She kinda breaks my heart with this: Wednesday July 18th, 1934 I borrowed a suitcase from Mrs. Gurka cause ours is old-fashioned. Hers is a brown one and quite large. I know I’ll be lonesome up there but I can’t turn back. This whole day through I was as if someone drugged me. It seemed…

“Believe Me, Nothing is Trivial.”

I wrote a post about hearing a story from Babu that she has talked about, and I have written about, many times.  After a post about how many times I’ve heard it, comment from fellow blogger got me thinking.  She said:  “Just because you’ve heard them once doesn’t mean you don’t need to hear them…

End of July, 1934

The end of July had Babu feeling secluded and trapped, and slowly, she began to feel less that way.  She decided to go to camp, and left with out saying goodbye to Caveman.  It seems purposeful as she is angry at him for a slight and the next day is near him and doesn’t say…

The First two Weeks of July, 1934 Excerpts

Yesterday’s poem sprung out of the experience reading her latest diary entries with her.  However, it is the same as just being around her.  It is possible to go from snorting laughter, we gauge our days based on how much and what kind of laughter we get from her, to moments, like yesterday, when she…

The Merging

Does your life eventually condense into just a few stories? The ones you still remember?  The ones that won’t let you go? Nuances of a long life fade under the weight of so many years, so many memories. I talk like my grandmother has Alzheimer’s but she doesn’t. Yet she told me the same story…

The Woods are Full of Flowers

Wow!  This is late but I’ll have to be forgiven.  I was traveling. 🙂  I’m a little disappointed that I am not sharing something about what has been going on…in Baton Rouge…Dallas… the list unfortunately goes on…and neither am I writing about it.  Maybe this isn’t the place, and maybe it is, maybe all places…

Advice: One Caretaker to Another:

“Don’t think about it. Just do it.”   This was advice from my grandmother to me a while back.  I was talking about my writing.  I was talking about whether I felt I was talented enough to make it. “Don’t think about it.  Just do it,” is what she said to me. It was helpful…