Took haircut. N. M. returned my poems. Richard came up and Sylvia wouldn't play with them. She asked Lillian for a cigarette saying she's a lady. She takes an hour to drink her orange juice. The San Francisco Conference started today.
I wish I knew who, or what, "N. M." was. The only "Richard" I know who could be referred to there was Richard Monka, a boy at least a couple of years older than me, who lived two floors below.
My father started a "diary" in 1945 (more accurately, a journal, covering both family and current events), and I'm going to see if this is a decent way to publish it. Since I'm doing it as a blog, to get to the beginning of the journal, you have to go to the beginning of the blog.
Were your parents smokers?
ReplyDeleteMy mother, not my father. My mother smoked Raleighs for many years (got stuff for the coupons), and then quit cold turkey, and never smoked again. I'm not sure when, but we'll probably find out! Silvia may remember.
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