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.