August. Possibly my favorite month. Full summer, with a hint of excitement for the fall. The weather. The freedom. August. She goes mushroom hunting and finds more than just mushrooms. We got bit up and scratched up and I got a handful of berries and a couple of mushroom and a spray of flowers. …I…
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Excerpts July, 1938 A Bit of Heartache and… A New Chance?
Monday, July 4th, 1938 Sometime I wonder if I’ll be happy. Tonight I’m going to bed at nine. The girls have gone to Forest Park to see the fireworks. I didn’t go cause I didn’t like the way my folks said I could go. Mother is still angry since Friday. We girls went up to…
Vi at the Office
I’m not going to lie, some of the end of the alphabet gets hard. I chose to write about Vi, a girl who works with Babu at the office, because, well, it fits, and because I am always drawn to the background characters. Sometimes they become more important and maybe Vi will. Babu writes: Monday,…
Quid Pro Quo
It’s only fair… I ran across an awesome, and awesomely brave, blog the other day: if destroyed still true This writer posts her own diary pages, from when she was young! I didn’t think I’d be brave enough. I thought maybe I should just dig them out and burn them. But then I got to…
No Job, The Navy, and Another Night, Another Dance
Another night, another dance. What a tough life she has! Saturday, May 7th, 1938 Another night, Another dance. Oh my days! Even tried out for the May Queen with Depathy. Of course I didn’t get it. Only John Lech was missing tonight. Oh yes and not. I got a craving for an apple and we…
May, 1938
Her parents celebrate their 21st anniversary. She continues rehearsals and they are a part of her reason for lack of sleep that threatens to cause a break down. I know I’m due for a break down soon with this need for sleep. The other reasons for her need for sleep? And another Bay Path memory! …
Cruisers, Cartography, and Caring for Him
Today I am realizing that maybe – hopefully! – there are a lot of new people visiting my blog. Thank you. A quick explanation to what you will be reading: (You can also check it out by clicking “What This Is.”) My husband and I live with his grandmother who just turned 99 and we…
Bonfire, Birthday, Bowling
It’s time to introduce March, 1938. My grandmother writes: Drum Corps Social and a goody time but no ice cream after. What does come after is kissing John and forgetting about Ben. Living in a dream and standing room only in church where the Father uses a mic for the first time. Small change saved…
Apricots, (teenage) Angst, and Age
“Oh Ahhpricot!” “Oh A pricot!” Babu told me a story of a boy who worked at the corner store and how he would run over to the store to work everyday when school children were on their lunch break. He would pick on her for how she said A pricot. Or Ahpricot. I’m not sure…
The Most Frightening Thing I Ever Read
The most frightening thing I ever read is the scene in Black House, Written by Stephen King and Peter Straub. Some bad ass bikers jump on their hogs and head out to the haunted house, yes, the Black House mentioned in the title. But this house has a defense. They are mostly through the woods…
February, 1938
The usual: The boys bring her to work and wait for her after and the office looks and calls down to them. It’s a lot of fun. She has two numbers at the city hall social, her Dad turns 46, she has every number at the PNA dance, it’s Zosh birthday and they bake her…
Excerpts of Winter, 1938
Yesterday’s post brought strong memories of Spring but today’s post is a throw back to Winter. Ever wonder what winter in New England was like in 1938? Tuesday, January 11th, 1938 Ernie has been thinking of asking Bill Sheasby and I, Lincoln Butson to the Nee Wah formal but I doubt they’ll go if we…
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