Cleopatra’s slaves

Handwritten page of a diary dated August 17, 1970

… went to the park with my two new friends who are boys because there happens to be no other girls in this entire neighborhood these days except for me!!!!!

They have a new bench to sit on at that park and I stretched my legs out on it. Robert said I looked like Cleopatra and that he and Brett should kneel down and be my slaves so I said ok and then I decided to start ordering them around. I told them to pick some of the white clovers growing in the park and tie them together to make a crown for my head. Well Robert hopped to it but Brett said that sounded boring so I said “off with your head” and he went over to walk through the maze again. Robert made me the crown and then I told him to find something to fan me with and he found a paper bag in the trash bin and fanned me and then I said he had to sing my favorite song which at the moment is “Mama Told Me Not to Come” by Three Dog Night and he did a pretty good job singing it like they do on the record.


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Jolly Old St. Nicholas

Handwritten page of a diary dated July 12, 1979

…  pretty worrying if you consider that her very favorite song is “Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads and she’s only 14. Then about a week ago she asked Mom for permission to stay up until 3 a.m. because there was an old movie she wanted to tape on the Beta player. Turns out it was “Whatever happened to Baby Jane.” I knew she saw it once before because she came home from a slumber party talking about how cool it was. I went and told Mom that she needs to hire a psychiatrist to figure out what’s wrong with Mary Jo’s brain. Mom said she would do it if we had the money. She was sort of laughing when she said that, but anyway last night, “Charlie’s Angels” was a rerun and Mary Jo asked me if I wanted to watch “Baby Jane,” again. So I said “oh I don’t know, is there anything you want to TALK about?” I said this as casual as I could, but she looked at me like I was cracked in the head. I went back to Mom and I said “are you sure there’s nothing you can figure out about why Mary Jo is so demented?” She thought for a minute and then she said “oh maybe it was the Santa Claus.”

I’m not sure what she meant because to me Santa Claus is just jolly and not creepy at all.


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New improved dog

Handwritten page of a diary dated January 9, 1995

… read this book to me that she found in the attic. I said that kid is about my age and gets to sleep with a dog in the bed why can’t I? Then she said that kid has a long skinny dog but if Maxwell slept in your bed, you would be pushed out on the floor. I said let’s get a skinnier dog like Murray. Then she said who’s Murray? I said he’s that yellow dog on the TV show you like. Then she said what TV show? I said that show with the guy and the blond lady and the blond dog named Murray in their apartment. Then she said oh you mean Mad About You.

If I had this yellow dog I would also want a hat with a green stripe and a red feather to put on the bedpost and I would open the curtain so I could have the stars shining on me all night long.

Then she said if we got a dog like that we would have to get rid of Maxwell. I said ok and she said hey we went to the shelter and you were the one who picked Maxwell out and I said yeah but that was when he was small and he’s now too big and he bats his big whomping fat tail in my face. Then she said you can’t just throw out your dog when he’s not so cute any more. Then she said are you going to throw me out when I get old and get gray hair? I thought it would be funny if I said yes Mom I am going to. But I’m not exactly that stupid. So I didn’t say anything. Which is sometimes the smartest way.


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