In last Saturday’s post, I wrote about how Babu was getting out of the house and having more fun. If you couldn’t have guessed, most of the outings are to dances. Monday, October 11th, 1937 Registered at cooking school and made breakfast. Zosh wore Helen Oparowski’s dress to the banquet. She looked lovely. Nat and…
Month: March 2017
Hugo Black and the KKK
On the first day of October, 1937 Babu writes: Justice Black spoke over the radio tonight, denying his affiliation with the Klu Klux Klan, although he admitted having been a member once. Whenever I read something in a passage that reeks of such history I get a feeling similar to being close to a “thinny.” …
Sunday Share: All a Matter of Perspective
When I saw the title of this post I read it, very cautiously. As it turns out, it is a recommended read! Both today’s post and tomorrows post are all about not being too quick to judge. This post comes from The happy Quitter Trump’s First 100 Days and All the Wonderful Changes Much has…
October, 1937
Things begin to change for Babu midway through this month. The dark cloud over her head mostly dissipates. Instead of statements about eating lunch alone, she writes about staying out late five nights in a row and things like this: Feel like a stranger in my own home since I’ve been out so much lately….
Advice to Partner Caretakers
Yesterday we had a difficult time with Babu. For a while now, she just hasn’t been quite herself. No eminent danger, she’s in no pain, and she will be 99 on the 11th, so we must take that into account when we see that she is sleeping most of the day and having low appetite…
If You Look Closely Enough
…you will find some simple things she writes pure magic. Thursday, September 2nd, 1937 Tonight I went to confession. It was good to be there in the friendly dark. I lit a candle for myself too. Stopped in at Zosh’s and met some people from Detroit and Buffalo. Drobe walked a part of the way…
Writing Wednesday #2: Release
What would you do if a genie told you he could wave a magic wand, (I know I’m mixing my metaphors here, but bear with me,) and you could write creatively, what ever you wanted, as your only job? You’ve passed all the rites to get you to adulthood: graduated, got two degrees, had a…
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