Another treasure I found while packing. This is something that’s fun for me to go back and read but it probably needs to be burned at this point. There’s nothing that would matter to anyone else or even that anyone else would find entertaining.
I started writing in 1966. I was 12! I was pretty dedicated to writing every day for about our years. By the time we got to 1970, it’s hit or miss. I was 16 by then and had probably realized my mother might find it and read it.
Some of the entries make me laugh. January 30, 1966 – Today it was 24 degrees. It is Sunday and we didn’t go to church. I got a new Connie Frances record. That’s southwest Louisiana and 24 degrees was rare!
It was weird for us to miss a church service – Sunday morning, Sunday night or Wednesday night.
It struck me as funny that I got a new Connie Frances record. If it was Sunday, the stores weren’t open back then. Amazon wasn’t around and there definitely wasn’t Sunday mail delivery. If it was too cold to go to church, my parents would not have gone anywhere else. My guess is that we actually got the record on Saturday but I didn’t mention that on Saturday.
Just reading some of those entries and I’m immediately taken back 50+ years. I had good teen years; I’m glad for the memories but I surely wouldn’t go back to those days.
pam dudgeon says
Just MHO, but I think that you should save that diary, and give it to your grand daughter, when she is 12 years old.
Your post reminded me of my own “diary days”, and how much fun it was to write what I was doing.
montanaclarks says
Our growing up years in the south were alike–we were in church every time the doors were open which was often! Sunday morning and night, Wednesday night, revivals.
Teri says
The first thing I noticed was your beautiful handwriting! And only 12? Wow. I hear they don’t even teach cursive to the children in many places (mine included).
Judy Laquidara says
I know! That’s sad that they don’t teach it. It was funny seeing my handwriting change during those five years. At some points I had to take a second look – it looked like my grandma’s writing and she had a beautiful handwriting. I used shorthand for many, many years and I think that destroyed my handwriting. I now tend to combine regular writing with shorthand that sometimes, even I can’t read.
Nelle Coursey says
That might make a good book for a teenager! LOL Or a good teen movie.
Judy Laquidara says
Oh . . there are things in there I would never want anyone else to read.
Donna in KS says
Pretty typical of that age!!! Real life catches up with us soon.
Ruth says
I still have a diary from when I was 13, and had a crush on a guy who liked me back… When I read the diary I remember all those feelings, and how wonderful it was.