How Lovely!

It is really wonderful to have so many new followers to this blog.  As you might already know, I call this my labor of love.  For two reasons, one because it is a lot of work!  I transcribe the passages, edit them, print them, and then spend time with Babu, my grandmother, as she reads…

You Must Wait

The air was heavy with ghosts today and the pages of her 1935 journal were full of them.  I sat across the breakfast table with Babu and she talked with so much emphasis about her friend, Ernestine Jones.  She gets this tone to her voice when she’s expressing love, and her words go on just…

Oh! And There’s Also This!

I cannot believe that when I wrote The Drobey Drama that I left out this passage from 1934: Sunday, November 18th, 1934 Why is it pal o’ mine that you don’t care for a person any more after you once thought it would be heavenly bliss to be with him always.  Imagine in my inner self…

Sunday Share Self Serving!

So, I guess the day of the week have very little meaning for me any more!! I almost forgot Sunday Share and I was going to post something else! Well, as it says in the title, I’m going to put a little plug in here for myself.  I started a new blog!!!!  I wanted to…

August, 1935

I almost forgot about August and it was quite an exciting month!  I went back to 1935 to continue where I left off and I found I halted midway through August.  (I was so excited to find another journal that was a year before!)  I had stopped transcribing on August 13th, and was reminded, looking…

The Truth About the Ice Skates

Remember those ice skates Babu wanted and got for Christmas? Friday, December 14th, 1934 After all the tests weren’t so bad today.  All the studying I did came in good stead.  I only hope my marks are passing.  I wish we could skip over tomorrow.  I want a pair of skates for Christmas but that…

How Many Children Do You Have?

Common themes stay common themes, repeated stories will repeat, but change is obdurate.  Now the story is told in a new way, with a twist. Babu always, as you, constant readers, know, tells the story of how her mother could only have one child.   (This might be an inappropriate time to snicker but I’m…