She might seem like a wallflower fading into a corner…. Sunday, August 5th, 1934 Went to church again. They must think I’m a regular member. I like Sunday cause we always have company and it isn’t dull. But gee! I was sure I’d go home Saturday and I’m not so it seems. Adele said they…
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The Beginning of August, 1934
For the first eight days of August she is home sick. She expects to be leaving the first Saturday and is not and states: “Honestly I feel terrible.” And: “If I don’t have something to do here I’ll go screwy.” So she paints her nails and goes to church and plays horse shoes and goes…
The End of July, 1934, Excerpts
She kinda breaks my heart with this: Wednesday July 18th, 1934 I borrowed a suitcase from Mrs. Gurka cause ours is old-fashioned. Hers is a brown one and quite large. I know I’ll be lonesome up there but I can’t turn back. This whole day through I was as if someone drugged me. It seemed…
“Believe Me, Nothing is Trivial.”
I wrote a post about hearing a story from Babu that she has talked about, and I have written about, many times. After a post about how many times I’ve heard it, comment from fellow blogger got me thinking. She said: “Just because you’ve heard them once doesn’t mean you don’t need to hear them…
End of July, 1934
The end of July had Babu feeling secluded and trapped, and slowly, she began to feel less that way. She decided to go to camp, and left with out saying goodbye to Caveman. It seems purposeful as she is angry at him for a slight and the next day is near him and doesn’t say…
The First two Weeks of July, 1934 Excerpts
Yesterday’s poem sprung out of the experience reading her latest diary entries with her. However, it is the same as just being around her. It is possible to go from snorting laughter, we gauge our days based on how much and what kind of laughter we get from her, to moments, like yesterday, when she…
The Merging
Does your life eventually condense into just a few stories? The ones you still remember? The ones that won’t let you go? Nuances of a long life fade under the weight of so many years, so many memories. I talk like my grandmother has Alzheimer’s but she doesn’t. Yet she told me the same story…
The Woods are Full of Flowers
Wow! This is late but I’ll have to be forgiven. I was traveling. 🙂 I’m a little disappointed that I am not sharing something about what has been going on…in Baton Rouge…Dallas… the list unfortunately goes on…and neither am I writing about it. Maybe this isn’t the place, and maybe it is, maybe all places…
Advice: One Caretaker to Another:
“Don’t think about it. Just do it.” This was advice from my grandmother to me a while back. I was talking about my writing. I was talking about whether I felt I was talented enough to make it. “Don’t think about it. Just do it,” is what she said to me. It was helpful…
Storm
Storm Clouds roll over, obliterate reality She doesn’t know us, Trapped in a demon dimension. He’s hanging on a cross. EMTs are creatures to fight. Hulking out, Using inhuman amounts of strength Fighting everything that’s good for her. That storm is long passed It rolled in time and again But now it’s gone. We live…
First Half of July, 1934
I am thrilled to be transcribing summer again. When I found the 1934 journal, I left a year older Babu off in 1935 in the height of summer. I don’t know if it’s because I have always been in school, college for four years and then teaching for ten, but summer is unadulterated freedom. It’s…
June, 1934 Excerpts Alternate title: Should I Play or Should I Go Now?
The Falcons is a group in support of Polish Americans with a focus on maintaining a healthy life through exercise. Apparently they also have meets and compete against other groups and in June, 1934, Babu has been enlisted to compete in Basketball. She’s a mess: Wednesday, June 20th, 1934 Aggie told me today that…
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