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…
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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…
On This Day in 193… Part Two
Well here they are. You gave me dates and now I will tell you what was happening in the world on that day in the mid 1930s. Actually, better yet, I will tell you what was happening in Babu’s world on that date. Rabbit Patch Diary asked for March 15th 1935: Friday, March 15, 1935…
November, 1938
I’m still looking for dates! Give me a date that’s important to you and I’ll tell you what was happening on that day somewhere between 1934-1938. (Post coming soon. The more that participate the more fun it will be.) November, 1938 was a snowy month and Babu, ever so innocently, remarks how she was…
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