There were things from before we got married and some other stuff. One box mostly contained keepsakes of Jim's and one box was full of... wait for it... my diaries. I've always wondered what happened to my childhood diaries. And now I know.
|39 years worth of diaries. The earliest is the Black Five Year Diary with lock and key. It was given to me on my birthday in 1964. The last Diary was in 1999.|
I think Jim said it best. If there was a slip of paper available, I would write on it.
The very first entry: May 20, 1964. Dear Dirary, today was my birthday & I got a pair of pants, a pair of booteeze, a dollar, a long chappel veil, a party, & a diary (you). Good Night. P.S. I am 12 years old.
I also found a poem I wrote when I was 16 that I have searched for many times over the years. I always remembered it and wanted it back.
The Moody Heart
I guess when you really look at me
With frank and truthful eyes
I am immature and quite naive
With a heart that yearns and sighs.
The weird thing about this poor little heart
Is it doesn't know what it desires
It looks for love, though it's in the dark
And the least spark sets it on fire.
It wants friends that are ready to stay
And help when there's a need
And friends who understand the way
My heart is filled with greed.
My heart needs more than friendship, too
It needs a love that's strong
A love to stand the hardships through
And last me all life long.
As you can see, quite readily
My heart's a complicated thing
Love brings it a happy melody
But lost love just bring it pain.
Right now it's at the breaking point
Tomorrow may bring nothing wrong
But through happiness and all that disappoints
My heart'l go on, and on.