Bomb shelter

Handwritten page of a diary dated May 4, 1960

proud to be the only one in the neighborhood with a bomb shelter, and he wants to document it. He’s up on the roof of the garage and wants us to keep smiling, but I’m looking down on the ground. I’ve said to him a few times if the Russians bomb us, we might as well just go out on the patio and watch the pretty fireworks and not prolong the agony for the few days it would take the radiation to seep through that metal door on our shelter.
I was looking down and thinking how stupid this was, when all of a sudden I got an idea. If I can get myself a key to this bomb shelter, it might just be the perfect place for Donald and me to go for a makeout session!!!! Much better than trying to sneak him into my bedroom window (he keeps bringing up that idea and I say it’s too risky).
Dear Russians, I think you have solved my problem. Thanks for threatening to bomb us!!!


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Monkey on the loose

Handwritten page of a diary dated July 12, 1993

… staying with Great-grandma for the whole entire summer sounded great because she has a pool at her house … but you can’t swim all the time. Luckily she bought me a new book. At first I thought it was dumb, because it’s called ‘How do you Lose Those Ninth-Grade Blues?’ And I was happy to leave the ninth grade behind just a month ago! But it’s an OK book. I guess.
And she showed me some cool old pictures in a big old book with a padded velvet cover. I turned one page and I said, “That’s weird” and she said “What’s so weird? My hair is done, my shoes match my purse and I have on a pretty modern dress.”
Wow, she’s looking at her outfit and I’m looking at a monkey walking around loose. Not only that, but the monkey has a double stomach with some kind of extra tail growing out of it!!!!!!


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