Trying to keep ekeing away at the
old journals written when I was in my teens. I don’t much want to, but there’s
no other way except either storing them or chucking them without keeping sakes
For instance, I won't part with this letter from Mom,
written in March 1978. Little sister Joan’s letter is printed on the other
side; I’m sure I’ve posted it before.
|A ha! I see Mom sometimes did exactly what she wanted instead of what she thought she "should," too. Good.|
There are a few things amusing to
see, but destined for Dumpsville or the fire I plan to build. Not today, maybe,
as it’s been raining since I got up.
We girls often went "for coffee" when I was in Grade 12, and someone sketched us:
|Barry, the first beau with whom I began vigorous calisthenics at age 18.|
|When Cathy and I were roommates.|
And finally, for those who don't connect with me on Facebook, here's a flyer from the drive-in from around the time I lived in Saskatoon and went to university:
|Click to enlarge.|