On Nancy's blog, Ladies of the Grove, she has a hilarious post about her childhood diary. I highly recommend it. She asks for other diary stories, so here's mine:
I don't remember the dog ever eating my homework but she did my diary.
I've been meaning to piece it together for several years. I couldn't bear to throw it away, so saved it in a plastic bag.
The diary is for 1954-56. So it's actually part Jr. high and part high school.
Here' s one little excerpt that's together enough that I can read:
"Went to semi-formal at the "Y". Had crumby time. Can't stand Jack. I love George."
I remember Jack but I have no idea who George is.
I don't think I can compete with Nancy's diary. Hers is much funnier. Maybe when I get it pieced together.
Here' s one little excerpt that's together enough that I can read:
"Went to semi-formal at the "Y". Had crumby time. Can't stand Jack. I love George."
I remember Jack but I have no idea who George is.
I don't think I can compete with Nancy's diary. Hers is much funnier. Maybe when I get it pieced together.
1 comment:
Even your ripped up diary pages look artisticd! What is it with you? Maybe you can incorporate them into a sentimental zendangle. The idea of a fragment which triggers a memory is lovely - like a palimpset.
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