June 7, 1962
This is my own secret diary and it belongs to me and no one can read it or I won’t love them anymore.
Dear Diary,
I am mad at my Mom, but I can’t tell anyone cause they get mad at me. When I talk to my Dad he just shakes his head and [...]
Archive for the ‘Bo’ Category
8 Feb
My Diary’s Ending
19 Jan
Tractor Pull Time
“Bo, get the picnic basket from your grandma and let’s get goin’. We got a long drive and I want to get there by ten.” Grandpa rubs his hands together in excitement and supervises loading the car. “Pearl,” he calls to my grandma. “Hurry up.”
Grandma comes down the stairs, her arms [...]
14 Dec
Bo’s Family and the Fracas
Part I
I dance, struggling to make up a fancy-dancy tap step with the polished toes of my church shoes. I hold my precious transistor tightly against my ear and sing along. Tippity-tapping on the hallway floor, on nice and shiny, just-polished wood. The echoes from the wood make great echoes and I make a good [...]
1 Dec
Prudie Explains Life
I’m rocking hard in Grandpa’s rocker as I watch the kitchen clock. The minutes sweep past the hour hand. It’s ten-thirty and I’ve waited for over an hour. My Great Grandma Prudie promised we’d pull taffy today, but today seems half over. Prudie always keeps her promises unless she’s feeling poorly. Yesterday Prudie was in [...]
28 Nov
The Dairy Deal
“Smulling, will you walk to the Dairy and get me a gallon of milk?” Grandma yelled down to the basement. Then she yelled again. Grandpa hid out in the basement when he wasn’t listening to a baseball game. “Smulling? I need it for the gravy and I thought I might make some [...]
11 Nov
Grandpa’s Rear View Mirror
Grandpa, the handyman, the gardener, the landscaper, and the landlord of the apartment building in which we lived, celebrated his 80th birthday by ordering a fancy, expensive Lazy-Boy chair and placing it in front of the living room’s triple windows. He folded his heavy work pants and shirts, all green like Mr. Green-Jeans, and shoved [...]
