Did you get a "one-year" diary for Christmas as a kid, then couldn't wait for the end of the year to be over, so you could start writing on that first clean page about your very important life?
Yeah, me too.
Here's the diary that I got for Christmas '74, when I was 9 years old and in the fourth grade.
The addition of ballpoint pen pupils was a good choice.
By way of explanation:
- January 2nd was not actually the day I started writing in this thing. But since on January 1st everyone was a "jerk", thought I'd spare you that.
- Obviously back to the grind of school on the second day of the year. Cruel.
- Mrs. R., Mrs. S., and Mr. C. were my fourth grade teachers.
- INCIDENTALLY, I don't think I would have known the difference between "incidentally" and "accidentally" if it came up and clobbered me on the head. Plus I couldn't spell worth a good gosh darn back then.
- Love this: "Accidenatly, I think her mother should have wrapped them so the kids wouldn't get to them". Nothing like a moralistic little 9-year-old telling you how to live your life.
- In a lot of my diary entries, I talk about the TV shows I happened to see. This is because we grew up without a TV, and watching the marvelous glowing box was definitely note-worthy.
- I like how I got all indignant about my friend Sue's grade of 4 wrong out of 10 was called an 'F' by the teacher. Uh, that's a 60, which is an 'F', Little Dingleberry...
- I love the "grounding" references to things of that day, like "Kathy Quick Curl", "Barbie's Beach Bus", and "Airport '75".
The plays that I'm referring to on the above pages are the ones I talk about here. Not only did my brother Craig and I put on finger puppet shows, but we also performed a double feature of Cinderella and The Whistle. The Whistle was a scary ghost story wherein the dog in the tale is so frightened that he turns from a black dog into a white one. Ooooooo!
Cinderella and her sisters were just my Barbie and Casey dolls, gripped by their ankles in our meaty little fists.
Here I am in the fourth grade, acting quite the scholar.
I've no idea who took this picture.
On my desk is one of the school projects that to this day remains one of my crowning achievements:
The Digestive System shown through the use of embroidery flosses and yarns of varying weights.
(The large intestine got yarn; the small intestine got floss... naturally...)
I am wearing one of my most favorite outfits of that time, too. It was a dress that had smocking on the front, and had a little bolero-y type jacket that tied at the neck, with rickrack at the edges.
So what if my classmates wore jeans and T-shirts?
Oh, yeah, the girl in the red T-shirt is Karla O., mentioned in the diary pages.
What isn't visible in this photo, but that I KNOW is there:
- A blue granny square pocketbook (made by my grandmother) slung over the back of my chair. Probably contained at least ONE stuffed animal. Most likely: a mouse.
- A family of paper rabbits in the front part of my desk. I made them furniture and books and they even had real food: Cheetos from my friends' lunches that acted as carrots. Raisins. Etc. What a pain it was to try to remove a book from my desk without sending RabbitWorld spinning into disarray.
Anyway, hope your New Year is void of jerks but rife with good TV, friends with better toys, lots of self-performed plays, and distracting pastimes.