Left behind

Handwritten page of a diary dated February 3, 1991

…  decided to move in with Maurice who she calls her “beau” so she said I could live in her house while I go to college BUT there are two conditions.

First, I have to finish cleaning it out, because she already took everything she wanted. And second, if Maurice turns out to be a worse guy than she’s expecting, she will turn right around and come back and we’ll have to live here together. So of course I’m praying for true true love between them (ha, he doesn’t actually have to treat her too good to surpass the husband skills of Uncle Roy, so I think I’m safe for a while).

At first I thought she mighta even left something good behind, or at least interesting, but so far it’s just a massive collection of Michael Bolton albums, a bunch of old Barbie dolls, a big round plastic machine (maybe it’s a centrifuge like forensics scientists use to spin around DNA samples), and scattered around all over the place are about 500 various birthday cards that were never written on or mailed.

I did find a manilla envelope full of letters to Uncle Roy from some woman in West Virginia. I only read one so far, and she sure didn’t have very good spelling skills, but I might read some more some day, because she sounds like an interesting character and she pressed her lipstick on there instead of signing her name at the end.

__________________________

Original image:
http://nopsa.hiit.fi/pmg/viewer/photo.php?id=399802
Advertisements
Published in: on July 28, 2012 at 5:46 pm  Leave a Comment  

Purple wedding dress

Handwritten page of a diary dated March 12, 1982

…  if we don’t get that money somehow, we won’t get tickets for the ZZTop concert.

But Mari had an idea. She said what’s the saddest thing you can think of? I said dead puppies? She said no no no, shut up while I think. And then about 15 minutes later (yes, I was getting bored just sitting there quiet) she said WEDDING DRESS, NEVER WORN. I said I don’t get it. She said the plan is this: We go to the Salvation Army shop and look for a wedding dress that looks still new and we pay around $10 for it. Then we put a want ad in the paper that says “Wedding dress for sale, never worn because I was left at the altar, but it’s pretty as can be and I’ll let it go for $50 because I think it will bring you more luck than it brought me.” That would give us $40 profit — enough for the tickets.

When we went to the Salvation Army, she wanted to buy this one that looked very new but I said MARI COME ON, KEEP LOOKING because the dress was purple not white! (And besides, that particular mannequin gave me the creeps like you wouldn’t believe)

__________________________

Original image:
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/26486933_78e99fd077.jpg
Published in: on July 19, 2012 at 1:14 pm  Leave a Comment  

Snowmen

Handwritten page of a diary dated March 2, 2002

…  said “Grandma, don’t be so cheap about it.” She said “I’m not cheap. I’m FRUGAL. We don’t waste food.” But I finally promised to bring the carrots back unharmed and she said OK. Then when we wanted her to come see the finished snowmen, she said “You had to build them out in the back 40?” and I said “What’s the back 40 mean?” and she said “Never mind.” We all got a big laugh because when she was putting on her boots she called them “rubbers” and she said it about three times!! I knew she would like it if the biggest snowman was drinking Dr Pepper since she drinks it too and calls it her “one vice,” but even after she smiled, she had to complain about something so she said “That’s your dad’s good wool hat and it’s going to be soakin’ wet.” But she did stay a while looking at it and when we were walking back to the house, she said “Job well done.”

__________________________

Original image:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/babasteve/3145058104/
Published in: on July 10, 2012 at 7:10 am  Comments (1)  

mmm donuts

Handwritten page of a diary dated October 11, 1996

…  every Sunday night. Grandma and dad are battling it out over the TV. Dad tells Grandma she can only watch the second half hour of Touched by an Angel because he has to watch The Simpsons and EVERY SINGLE TIME she says, “What good is it to see how the story turns out if you don’t know how the story got started?” I just wait for them to duke it out because I don’t care about the TV anyway till the X-Files comes on later.

A few days ago Grandma says it’s your dad’s birthday coming up and she guessed we should make him a cake. But she said it with that look on her face like she would really rather be doing something different. Like I mean about ANYTHING in the world except that. So I told her I had a Homer Simpson idea and all she had to do was buy a little plastic doll and some donuts at the bakery and after I explained it to her she said I was a GENIUS. She says that to me a lot, but I think she really means it most of the time.

__________________________

Original image:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vaguelyartistic/1415564356/in/pool-390907@N23/
Published in: on July 2, 2012 at 11:11 am  Leave a Comment