From my journal: February 25, 1967
LeRoy, Illinois
It's a sunny afternoon and warm for February. Suzanne played outside for a while with Randy, Lisa, Steven and Brian, and now she's watching cartoons. I'm reading "The Confessions of Nat Turner" (very upsetting!) and listening to "Light my Fire," by the Doors.
This morning I washed and waxed the kitchen, utility, bath and entry floors, cut out and sewed on Suzanne's dress, washed three loads of clothes and made a meat loaf for supper. I can't seem to accomplish much of anything anymore!
Yesterday, Suzanne and I went to Bloomington to buy me some shoes. I found just what I wanted downtown at Roland's...a plain brown leather with a chunky heel. Also bought Suzanne a cap, two pairs of corduroys, two cute little blouses, and a pair of Red Ball Jets.
Suzanne is such a little character. She's getting over a cold but still has a runny nose and a cough, so I've been giving her cough drops. While we were having chocolate milkshakes at Woolworth's, she said, "Mommie, I wish you could get me some sniff drops." I said, "What for?" "To keep me from sniffing!"
I've got to go to a Stanley party at Cheryl's Tuesday night. Don't need anything, but I guess I'll have to buy a brush or something!
I'm worried about the Vietnam War. Heard yesterday that President Johnson is going to start bombing in North Vietnam. And he's calling his critics nervous Nellies. I don't think we should even be there, but I'm afraid we'll be there for a long, long time, like the French. Carroll's cousin, Eddie, is over there, and we're all worried about him. He's a helicopter pilot.
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6 comments:
I love your journal entry--especially the part where you hardly get anything accomplished (it would take me a week to do all that). Gosh that seems like 3 lifetimes ago.
Hey, you've given me an idea by posting this from your long-ago journal. I have a "little red diary" from my childhood as well as written/typed journals until I got online...and posting excerpts might be interesting!
I felt the same way about the Vietnam War, even though my late husband was drafted (we hadn't met at that time). Luckily for him he spent the 2 years in Germany, but was on the verge of being sent to combat in Vietnam several times.
Good post
Food for thought
It's amazing how you felt in your journal entry that you hardly accomplished anything, when you did so much! A nice look back.
I went to Eddie's link and saw he was MIA in Viet Nam. How very sad! My deepest condolences. My husband lost a 19 year old cousin in VN.
Wonder if they still make Red Ball Jets! LOVED them!
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