The Beginning of 1940

February, March and April, these are the days.  Love isn’t really heating up or cooling off, it’s nice and steady.  Wonderful!  The roller coster of love has turned to the lazy river for a moment.  And it’s so romantic.  So, maybe more like one of those Ventian boats a guy in a striped shirt pushes…

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Throw Back Thursday: How it Used to Be and The Stupid Things I Thought

I continue the process of going back through my old posts and I get no farther than the second post I ever released out to the blogosphere, before my mind over loaded with revelries and nostalgia.  I sometimes wish she were still in school, writing papers and sniping about her teachers in her diary.  It’s…

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Retro Wednesday: Trolleys Part Two

Read part one here:  Retro Wednesday: Trolleys Part One There were the times she had to wait for the trolley (and faced repercussions,) Friday, January 22nd, 1937 We lost our game with the Juniors 30 to 28 but it was a pretty good game.  After school we had a practice then I bought a tan sport…

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Our Fourth Comes Early

It’s that time of year again: summer and Independence Day! The Chicopee fireworks are always one of the first scheduled in our area.  June usually has not even ended yet before we get ready for the light show.  And we are the luckiest ducks. Yes, that is my beautiful sister and my beyond cute niece…

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Back to June, 1939

Guess what?!?!  I also missed a bunch of images that go along with June, 1939 so I cannot help but to splatter those up here as well in tandem with their text.  (Man I love when the diary entry and the images collide!) Sunday, June 4th, 1939 It broke today raining and we almost didn’t…

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An Opinionated Sunday Share

My Sunday Share this week is a lovely blog called Of Opinions. It’s definitely not the political ball of anger leftist/rightist page you might assume it to be – current political climate aside.  It’s a nice blog from a twenty something.  I enjoyed reading this piece: Of Not Writing a Diary In a way, it’s a…

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Back to July, 1939: Vintage Images

As it is probably clear to see, I have been spending a lot more time on this project and maybe what is not as clear as the posts is all the work I have been putting into the organization of the archive.  Today was especially rough.  My eyes actually hurt from looking at alllll the…

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Trends

What is with my obsession with finding patterns?  I know life is more likely just chaos and random occurrences.  Even still, here are some trends I’ve seen transcribing 1940: I found an interesting pattern with the Nee-Wahs: Tuesday, February 13th, 1940 I wondered tonight if the Nee-Wahs were going to break up.  We discussed the…

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Throw Back Thursday: The First Post

I have started to comb through the blog, fine tooth style.  I plan to archive the archive.  I may tweak some things, delete some posts, fix some typos.  I’m going through it all, rehashing it, if you will.  I’m mining more sense out of this, finding more meaning, identifying more patterns.  Perhaps…finding a way to…

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Retro Wednesday: Trolleys Part One

This is where something historical, the trolley system, meets something more.  Something intimate.  I read some research and I can tell you when the trolley system was put into place and when it was dismantled.  Who funded them, who approved and disapproved of them, I can tell you this history of these machines even in…

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A Day in the Life, 2018 and Another Month in 1940: Part Seven

I believe that as a caretaker, there is always room for self doubt.  For guilt and being hard on yourself.  Sometimes I have to reverse my thinking.  I sat with my grandmother tonight during what has become my favorite part of the day, night time pill time.  I quickly give her her pills then turn…

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A Day in the Life, 2018, and Another Month from 1940: Part Six

Now, night time is when the fun begins.  Adam is usually home around five and we spend as much time as we can in the garage. For him, it is his home away from home and for me, it’s the place right next to my garden, and him.  Sometimes the house gets oppressive.  Sometimes we…

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