2019: 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Week 24 (June 10 – June 16): Dear Diary
I “first” joined Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks on its “first” year in 2014… and what a whirlwind year that was… writing, editing and researching daily for 365 days! As much as I wanted to continue the following year, I found that I didn’t have the time to continue another year with that type of research… although I did continue blogging and writing stories at my own pace, which allowed me to write on other topics as well as family stories when ideas came my way… but I’ve often missed it. The first year were no specific weekly prompts like today… but I’m taking a different spin on them. There will be some posts on a specific ancestor, but most will be memories that spring from those prompts. Head over to 2014 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks to read about my ancestors in the first years challenge.
If you’re new to genealogy, make your “first” stop to Amy’s website for genealogy ideas or even join in on this 52 Week challenge… you learn by doing… not procrastinating! There is no right or wrong… anything you do is a start!
I’m Sorry I Threw You Away!
Another post which started me thinking… but this one didn’t take long in remembering my diaries I threw away before I married. They have always been on my mind ever since! My thought here, is to recreate those entries from my memories… at least a few remembered thoughts of what I might have written on those pages; but, leaving out some details… probably why I threw them away… not wanting anyone to read… so silly I was!
Dear Diary… June 22, 1962: School is finally out, next year I’ll be in sixth grade. Tonight going to the movies to see Elvis in Girls, Girls, Girls! Can’t Wait! Hope a certain boy comes. Stopped at Lawhorn Music after school to buy Elvis’s newest record. Maybe I can record some of the songs from the movie off the radio this weekend. Love Friday nights at the movies… hope mama stops at the store for me to buy a bag of caramels… gotta have them with popcorn! Can’t watch a movie without popcorn!
Dear Diary… July 13, 1962: Sara and I went to the high school today to check the dumpster for stuff they threw out. We found lots of papers and books, and even pictures they didn’t sell. I also found a class ring in there… mama said she’d try and find its owner! Can’t wait to play school… have to go to the library next week and sign up for the summer reading program. Last summer I read many biographies of inventors, maybe I will read some of the presidents biographies this summer. I also have to finish reading the new Nancy Drew book I bought last time I went shopping with mama.
Dear Diary... July 20, 1962: Went with mama to Kmart this morning and she bought me another new Nancy Drew book. It’s so hard to decide… really wanted more than one, but I finally decided on “The Secret in the Old Attic“… so hard to make up my mind, as I also wanted “The Haunted Showboat” too, but mama said only one! Going to the movies tonight, Elvis in Blue Hawaii is playing first, then his new one… Follow that Dream… a double feature! Mama is letting me stay out late tonight so I can see both of them, she’s taking me and Janet there and picking us up later.
Dear Diary… July 21, 1962: Loved the movies last night… and the music. Oh, I wish I could see him in person… wish I could go to Hawaii… but so far away!
Dear Diary… Dec. 25, 1962: I love my new diary… I guess mama wanted me to keep my writings all in one place. Did she have a diary? Maybe that’s why she bought it for Christmas for me… maybe she always wanted one. I tried to look surprised when I opened it, but mama probably knew I’d already unwrapped it and peeked! I don’t know why I have this thing about unwrapping my gifts, but I just have too! Mama did surprise me with my typewriter though… she had put daddy’s name on it and I thought it was something heavy for him.
Dear Diary… Jan. 1, 1963: New Years Day and mama cooked a special dinner of turnip greens, black-eyed peas and cornbread. She said it’s suppose to bring you good luck in the new year! Oh well, back to school tomorrow.
Dear Diary… April 16, 1963: Today is my birthday, I’m 11… bummer that I have to go to school. Mama gave me a couple of early presents today, and I got 2 new Nancy Drew books, The Haunted Showboat and The Clue in the Diary… can’t wait to read them.
Dear Diary… Nov. 22, 1963: Today was my last day at school before a few days off for Thanksgiving. We had just gotten in our rooms when we were told to go to the auditorium. They wheeled in the TV’s, so we could watch the news… President John F. Kennedy had just been assassinated in Texas… we were in shock. I cried as I sat there watching, then they let us go home. I can’t believe our president was killed, all the girls were crying. He was the first president my mother had ever voted for.
Dear Diary… Feb. 9, 1964: I can’t believe I finally got to see The Beatles on TV tonight, they were on the Ed Sullivan show. They played my favorite song, “I Want to Hold Your Hand”… oh I wish I could go to New York City to see them… it’s so far away! Those girls that got to go are so, so lucky! I tried taking a picture with my polaroid instant camera, but it didn’t come out too good.
Dear Diary… July 10, 1964: Going to the movies tonight with Janet, maybe Mike will be there and we can all sit in the corner… and maybe not watch the movies! Elvis movies are on tonight, Viva Las Vegas. Maybe mama will let me come tomorrow night too, I want to also see Harum Scarum.
Dear Diary… July 11, 1965: We went to Lake Sinclair this weekend, we left on Friday night after daddy got home from work. Mama and me slept in the back of the station wagon and daddy slept out in the lounge chair. Love going up there for weekends; daddy always cooks breakfast for us. Daddy’s friends Henry and Willie Mae came up with their boat on Saturday. Their daughters, Karen, Pat and Debbie brought their water skis… I tried to ski, but I couldn’t manage my ski’s out in the water and when they put the tow rope around my neck…. I went under. I’m not doing that anymore. I went up where the jukebox is on Saturday night… we played Wooly Bully all night long… finally an adult came and unplugged our music… bummer!
Dear Diary… July 24, 1965: I went with mama and daddy out to Mr. Bobby’s tonight, Mike was there and he saddled the horse for me so I could go for a ride… he came too. I like him! I know mama doesn’t want me to go out with him, as he’s a couple years older, but I want to.
Dear Diary… August 13, 1965: We left early Friday morning with our neighbors, the Lampley’s to go to their cottage at Alligator Point in Florida. I’d never been there before… I hoped I would see an alligator, but never did. Mama and I walked on the beach behind the cottage to look for shells, while daddy went fishing. It wasn’t a good beach for swimming, but I never saw so many pretty shells before. We even found real silver dollar shells… mama even picked up a crab to bring home. I brought home a big bucket of shells… mama is going to mount them on a frame for my room.
Dear Diary… April 16, 1966: I was so surprised with my birthday present today… granddaddy gave me the rollerskates I wanted… and a case. I couldn’t believe it! Can’t wait to go to Lake Joy rink for skating… mama said I could stay there until midnight tonight for the late skating. Hope some cute boys are there tonight, maybe I can get some to buy me pom poms for my skates. Mrs. Acres will be surprised to see I have my own skates tonight.
Dear Diary… June 25, 1966: I started working on Saturdays at The Coffee Cup washing cups at the counter. I’m only getting 50 cents an hour, but it’s a little money. People sure drink a lot of coffee there.
Dear Diary… July 12, 1966: Janet and I walked to town today to take Harvey for a cherry coke and smashed toast at the Perry drugstore. Harvey is our invisible rabbit that goes everywhere with us. We walk down the sidewalk holding his hand, but he hops across the street when we do the Teaberry Shuffle. Mama yells at me to stop taking Harvey with us. haha
Dear Diary: March 13, 1967: Went out driving with Coach Brady today at school in Drivers Ed… he let us stop at 7/11 for candy and a coke; he got cigarettes. We drove over to Warner Robins… we were late getting back to school because I was driving… I don’t like to pass anyone, and I got behind a slow driver. Bet he doesn’t let me drive anymore on the way back to school again!
Dear Diary: April 21, 1967: Daddy took me out for driving lessons this afternoon… it didn’t go well. Ended with a yelling match and I pulled over. He wants me to do as he says, but he doesn’t’ drive that way… that’s what we fought over!
Dear Diary: April 22, 1967: I made lots of mixed tapes today off the radio…. called WPGA station here in Perry and made requests; spent the day waiting to hear them so I could on my tape recorder mama gave me for my birthday. I love being able to play just my favorites. Mama knows the dj out there and he said I could come out anytime.
Dear Diary… March 13, 1968: The guy I’ve been writing to in Vietnam finally returned to the states; we’ve been writing to each other for about six months. He picked my letter, out of a pile… I wrote to a magazine in response to them asking for penpals, for GI’s in Vietnam. He sounds serious about wanting to come visit me… I’m not so sure about that. He calls me Peaches! He trained dogs in the Army, but had to leave his dog there!
Dear Diary… April 16, 1968: I turned 16 today… Yay! Mama will take me for my license next week… finally no more driving with my learners permit. Granddaddy is going to buy me a car… now daddy has to find one. How long will that take…. forever I bet?
Dear Diary… April 20, 1968: Mama took me to get my license at the GA. State Patrol office today. Guess What? I didn’t even have to take a test or anything… mama knew them there… they just gave me my license! Now I can finally drive by myself, but their car or granddaddy’s big boat!
Dear Diary... June 28, 1968: Started working Saturdays at Johnson’s Department store… I’m glad it’s only Saturdays as they are so strict. We can’t stand around and talk, or even chew gum… we always have to stay busy. Some of us chew gum, but keep hidden when we chew. I’m already tired of this job, so don’t think I’ll work here too long.
Dear Diary… July 5, 1968: Daddy came home with a car for me today… finally! It took him forever! He found me a 1965 pale yellow mustang with bucket seats. It’s automatic, but the gear shift is on the floor… so at least I’ll look like I’m changing gears… haha! They let me take it around the block a few times tonight… I just called Janet to tell her. Hope they let me take it out this weekend… I can’t wait. Finally my own car… and I don’t have to drive granddaddy’s Chevy boat with the big fins anymore. Last time I drove it, I couldn’t even find where the gas tank was.
Dear Diary… May, 1970: Today is the big day… finally graduation. No more school or teachers dirty looks. haha! Now what will I do? I haven’t even given a thought about college. I did mention it to daddy one day, and he asked, “what do you want to do?” I said, “probably party,”… they didn’t go well, as he said, “well I’m not paying for that.” Guess that ended me thinking of going to college!
Dear Diary… Oct. 31, 1970: Went to The Sandpiper club in Warner Robins tonight, then later went over to these Air Force guys house for a party. Me and Linda Sue went dressed up; I went as a princess… wore one of my old prom dresses. I met a guy named Steve, and as soon as I went in the house… actually I tripped when I went in… he caught me. We stayed together the rest of the night… I think I like him. He’s from CT., that’s so far away!
Dear Diary… Nov. 16, 1970: Steve has been calling me a lot and we are together all the time now, but he just told me tonight that he’s getting transferred to Loring AFB in Limestone, Maine. Boy does that sound far from Georgia… guess I won’t be seeing him anymore, although he’s telling me he will call me all the time when he leaves. I don’t know what’s going to happen now… I don’t want him to go! He’s leaving in a couple of weeks.
Dear Diary… Feb. 10, 1971: Steve has been calling me almost every night from Maine. A guy showed him how to make free phone calls, so we talk half the night. He says the snow is higher there than he’s ever seen before. When he called tonight he told me that he’s leaving Maine in April… headed to Thailand, but then… he asked me to marry him! I said Yes, but what is my parents going to say. He wants to get married before he leaves and bring me to CT. to live with his parents. I’m scared! What is daddy going to say… and Mama! I don’t even know how to tell them… they’ve never even met him!
Dear Diary… Feb. 12, 1971: I finally got up the courage to tell daddy tonight… he told me I’m crazy… and said, “what if he doesn’t come down to even marry you.” I am scared, and nervous, but I’m going to marry him. He’s coming the end of April, and we will go to S.C. right away to get married… we can get married the same day! We decided not to have a real wedding as his parents are there, and mine are here…. well I decided that!
Before Steve came to Georgia to marry me… I threw all my diaries into the trash. Even today, I can still see them lying in my trashcan… right beside my bureau. What was I thinking… throwing away all my thoughts… whether silly or not! I didn’t want anyone to read all my young girl… silly writing at that time, especially Steve. Many memories I didn’t write here, but I’m sure my daughter would have enjoyed reading all my boyfriend problems through the years. I recreated writings here that I remembered writing about in my diaries, but who wouldn’t give to have their original diaries… written in their own handwriting! Well, that’s not going to happen… because I wasn’t thinking down the road! I’ve often wondered if my diaries were every discovered and rescued, but I’ll never know… but I might dream that they were!
Hope you’ve enjoyed my “Dear Diary” memories!
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