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You are invited to read with me the diary pages I wrote 50 years ago to the night. I encourage you to ask questions or leave comments following the entries. I always respond to all legitimate responses or queries. I grew up on three farms 30 miles from Iowa City. My parents were 1941 graduates of Berea College in Kentucky. My father's degree was in agriculture and my mother's was in sociology. I was the oldest of four daughters and sometimes referred to my sisters as "the kids." We helped our parents but we also had good, wholesome fun - a characteristic I took with me to Park. Although the Blogger platform repeats the above information when you click on "view my complete profile," when you scroll down the page you can see my interests and some of my favorite movies, music and books.

25 Cents For a Milkshake, 20 Minutes of TV and One Thing in Common - Wednesday, January 9, 1963

The tub is in use so I think I'll get all ready for bed except for my bath and then come back and get right in bed. I'll probably read ed psych for a while, but I want a little extra sleep tonight since tomorrow I'll have a lot of studying and ed psych at night. It cost me a quarter for a milkshake (a good excuse to watch the last 20 minutes of a TV show), but it proved profitable in that I found out that we have at least one thing in common - he doesn't like gory messes either - he left before the end of the show after the man jumped off a building. Then he smiled at me - (vice versa). The point is - I want to ask him to third floor's scavenger hunt a week from Friday night and I'm working toward the right mood and moment.

2 comments:

  1. Hmmm, did I miss something? He?

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  2. No...same "He"("him") as in my December 6th entry. Same guy. Same crush.

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