This February is not a surprising month for this to happen but it brings with it a new crush, Maurice, the boy she went to the dance with. AND he is in her English class. There is a scandal with another girl in their class, one whom Babu refers to as the “class freak.” This…
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Sunday Share
Some times I love simple and well phrased when it comes to poetry. My Sunday share is from Words on Empty Ears. It is quite a lovely blog. Check it out! Here is the poem that happened to catch my attention but there are many more lovelies. Over and Over Again October 1, 2016 / wordsonemptyears…
Another Day
Another Day I pull the curtain back to let in diffused autumn sun It’s a new day. And she arose from her bed Despite letting the clock tick past 9:00… Past 9:30… Leaving me hanging on the question: Will today be the day she doesn’t wake? I straighten the bed as I hear her Moving…
Chatting with Babu, Nothing New or: Let’s Talk About Poop, Baby
I have changed the format of this blog slightly. I used to write a post summarizing the journals, then a post about the conversation with Babu, then a post with excerpts. I sometimes skip the middle one and I want you to know I’m still sharing these with her. It is my favorite part! I…
Sunday Share So Late!
I went to the Big E, (a BIG state fair where I’m from) most of the day and night and by the time I was home I was done, batteries dead. But, I decided not to skip it entirely especially after I peaked in on this blog and saw that wonderful poetry was getting written. …
December 1935
This month seems mixed with deep peace and a little bit of torment. She writes lovely passages like this: Saturday, December 6th, 1935 Went to confession this evening. First time I felt so swell after going. So peaceful. I could have stayed in church all evening. Plus there is the excitement of the holidays is…
Autumn Excerpts
Tuesday, October 1st, 1935 Went to see Casmire but, Diary, I couldn’t look at him but a second. He drew me so I thought I’d have to touch him then I was so frightened of him I couldn’t look. His lips were a vastly blueish read. His hair was light and wavy. I hope he…
Just Sitting Here Trying to Write This Book
This is a post from my other blog: Just Sitting Here Trying to Write This Book So, I apologize for any repetition but this is more proof that the more I write about this experience the more I process it. Please go check out my other blog! What It’s Like Transcribing My Grandmother’s Journals…
November, 1935
There is a small earthquake on the first of the month and Babu continues to be successful in her college courses. These two facts were placed in the same sentence for their juxtaposition, not their similarity. Perhaps a story that better belongs with a tale of a small earthquake is what is still going on,…
October, 1935
She attends Casmire’s wake and is frightened by the body. She and Jeanette are still not friends. She tried out for the orchestra and dramatics. She gets good grades in everything except for penmanship. (Really?) Drobey is hanging out with Jeanette and Teddy, instead of her. Babu’s reaction? Oh, I’ll be darned! She is becoming…
September Excerpts: What the Fight was Really All About.
Or can we even know? Usually, I’d say we can only know one side of this story, therefore, discredit the whole account, but since Babu records exactly what Jeanette said to her, I think it’s pretty fair. To someone who knows her and has read all the previous passages, it’s rather revealing. Tuesday, September 17th,…
Polyrhythm
Usually, all you have to do is put up a poem about Autumn and my attention is grabbed. However, this poem is also really, really good! Please go check out Elan Mudrow’s blog!
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