Dear Diary, Aug 20, 1958

IMG_7035

I recently found my old diary, pictured above. I was eleven years old when I wrote the entry below.

Dear Diary

August 20, 1958

Dear Diary,

After I got up I started to clean up living room and finished after dinner*. Then I read, played cards and watched t.v. Patti and I just had a fight. She wanted to listen to her radio and I was listening to t.v. or I should say watching it. Anyway, it causes a little static when the t.v. is on too so Patti turned off the t.v. I kept turning it on and she off. Well, finally I shut if off for a while and went up to listen to her radio. She didn’t like that either because I was humming, so she told me to read a book.  I wanted to watch one of my favorite programs so I turned on the t.v. She started crying and I can’t bear to see a woman cry so I turned it off and told her for a girl of 15 who thinks she’s a lot older, she sure was a baby sometimes. For that, she hit me with a book hard.

P.S I’m writing the part about our fight outside.

………….

*We called lunch dinner back then.

Love the last line. Ha!!! Sorry, Patti, but this was too funny not to share. She now lets me watch TV whenever I want to plus she pays my land taxes and signs my income taxes for me and performs all sorts of other generous sisterly duties.  xooxox

29 thoughts on “Dear Diary, Aug 20, 1958

  1. Anonymous

    Sounds like my sister Fern and me fighting over a radio program. She wanted to hear the Yankees game and I wanted to listen to country and western music. We turned dial back and forth until she shoved me and I kicked her. I didn’t have shoes on and my foot hurt like hell.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply
  2. Eilene Lyon

    Some people still call lunch “dinner.” I had an embarrassing moment because of it, not understanding that I was being invited to a midday meal rather than an evening one.

    Like

    Reply
    1. lifelessons Post author

      I know. There were about seven things I did over and over but I seemed happy, and boy did I play a lot…and with many more different kids than I remembered playing with. And every other night or sometimes two or three nights in a row we slept at each others’ houses. That’s the advantage of a small town. No friend out of walking distance. And we went to every movie (I called them shows) within a 60 mile area..four different towns. It was the only source of entertainment outside of church and just playing games.
      And TV. It was new to town that year. We’d never had it before and had just one station that went off the air at 10 pm I believe.

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply
  3. Eilene Lyon

    Per your earlier request. FYI, when I wrote this diary, we lived in Guatemala City. This date is my mother’s birthday:
    March 23 [1976] Dear Diary, I’m all ready to go to bed. It’s 8:00 I might play some records. I guess I’ll be doing the dishes, too. I got into another big fight with my parents. I hate them. I don’t care what God says about them, I still hate them. They don’t even deserve an ‘I’m sorry’. Mom, Dad, & Mr. and Mrs. Davis are going to a marimba place tonight. Karimey [a horse] was pretty good until we started jumping. I want to see Fernando so bad only I don’t know where I can find him. I wonder if he still likes me at all. I don’t think Karen really likes me. She’s always saying mean things to me. But when it comes to going to the stables, she just takes advantage of me. I wish Julie would come back; I need a friend.

    Like

    Reply
    1. lifelessons Post author

      Ha. Your parents filled the place my sister did re: angst. Glad to see that you, too, did the dishes. In almost every entry, I mention doing them. I guess all-in-all we were good kids. How old were you when you wrote this?

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply
    1. lifelessons Post author

      I also loved the part about your being 15 and thinking you were so much older!! What a capacity I had for turning you into a kid again. You hit me with a book? No wonder you cater to my every whim now. It is guilt.

      Like

      Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.