Diaries. Should we keep them to be left for the grandchildren and children to sort out and sniff through, or should we not keep them or, at some point, destroy them? I just don’t know, but I do know, for the most part, I am not good at remembering to keep one!
Here are some excerpts from Mother’s diary. This one was written on her 21st birthday in 1931. At this time she was at Southwestern in Georgetown.
“My birthday! 21 years old! Oh, Gee! B & A brought me back to G. at 2. Date with Henry. Danced at Frat house. West to Austin to hear choir tonight. Went with Morris. Bless his heart. I wonder??? Came back an kiss.”
Mother told me about some of her boyfriends, but I don’t remember Morris or Henry. I did get a kick out of “Bless his heart”. Wonder if it was a swipe at him like saying, poor thing. Or did she really like him? Don’t know.
The next year she was in Norman, Oklahoma, at the University of Oklahoma, and this is what she wrote.
“Well, I’m 22 today. It doesn’t seem real. Dad & Mother sent me a check for $7.50 and a cute little picture of Pop. Bless him. Luke sent me a pair of bedroom slippers.”
Wow, $7.50, and my grandparents were quite wealthy! But I do remember her telling me they never had her a birthday party or a birthday cake. They were an odd bunch!
On her next birthday, the diary read: “Well, here I am 23 years old. A date with Joe tonight. Had my fortune told. So far no birthday gifts.”
Those entries aren’t much for the beautiful, smart girl my mother was, but in ten years she would be a wife and a mother for the first and only time.
May she rest in peace!