I have to admit, May, 1939 was much of the same as the month before. I don’t know if it’s just me, but that makes it no less interesting! And, in fact, I did have a mystery solved. I cannot believe I forgot to mention this when I wrote about April. There have been some…
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April, 1939: Hitler and UFOs!
Yes, you read that title correctly. And I am so excited for this passage for two reasons: I hate talking about Hitler, especially in today’s climate (I THOUGHT MAYBE WE WERE MOSTLY PAST THIS!) but I love when history explodes out of the pages of these 80 year old books. It’s like, I know a…
A Life Less Lived?
In yesterday’s post I thought I could just show you what Babu wrote in March and let it speak for itself but I cannot. I am brimming with feeling about it. Mostly, I am so frustrated with Babu. It’s easy to judge, it’s easy to judge. I know. But I do not think this woman…
March, 1939
This month, I do not wish to be the intermediary. When something is perfect the way it is, you leave it alone. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Babu, March, 1939. Wednesday, March 1st, 1939 Weight only 112 now. Wonder what is keeping me down. Perhaps our tap dancing. We went tonight for a change….
Writing Wednesdays: As my mother would say, I’m full of piss and vinegar today.
Welcome to My Life. Are You…Are You Serious? Are You Really Serious Right Now? A Memoir That I’m Calling Fiction So That This Woman Can’t Sue Me. I Can’t Make This Stuff Up. The Names Have Been Changed to Protect the Truth From People Who Can’t Handle the Truth. Alternate Realities Really Do Exist (My…
The Case of Patches and Miley
I began a post today, a post I’ve been writing for the last hour, that intended to make the world understand the absolute insanity I put up with. It also attempted to purge and cathart, something I still drastically need. But trash talking members of this family is something I have promised myself I wouldn’t…
Look What I Found!
Remember the Nee Wah formal last month? Oh wait. I always do that. I mean, the Nee Wah formal of January, 1939. Since I just transcribed February of 1939 I look at the month before as “last month.” The Nee Wah formal is this post here. Go ahead, click on it. I updated the post!…
February, 1939
February was a cute month full of Babu’s sass and shut downs. I’ve been in the habit of transcribing across the table from her as she eats breakfast and sometimes it is just too much to read what she has written at 20 years old and look up and see her ever so innocent 99…
January, 1939 Continued
Sometimes, not a lot happens to Babu in a month’s time. (Think about what a diary of mine would like like, if I ever wrote in one!) January, 1939 is a busy one, however. It was busy with small details that I could have easily over looked, like these two sentences somewhere midmonth: Mother had…
Yes, Harper, It Is Real.
There is a moment I want to write about for one reason and one reason only. I want to preserve it. My sister, Nicole, now comes over with her babies once a week to visit Babu. Jade is now almost 6 and Harper is now almost 3. (GAWD LORT IN HEAVEN! How did that happen?)…
January, 1939
The beginning to the New Year comes whether you are ready or not. This New Year’s day drops in on Babu alone. Got a book and an apple and a bed so I’m hopping to it – Her New Year’s night and day could have been worse. It was for Frank, who begins the new…
December, 1939
Writing about ice skating, getting colds, and “The holidays” in the summer heat is always ill fitting, but here it is, as chronology dictates: December, 1938! The end of another year. To catch everyone up and center ourselves, since I have been away for a few days: By this time in 1938: She has graduated…
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