John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

Handwritten page of a diary dated May 6, 1964

…  all sitting around enjoying the night breeze and the crackle of the fire. We sang that Harry Belafonte song. The Jamaican one (I think it’s just called “Day Oh”) then we sang “Blowin’ in the Wind.” After that it got really quiet for a while and Mack and Mary were necking (as usual). Then all of a sudden Ronnie’s new neighbor (who he brought along even though none of us knew him) started singing “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.” I’m almost certain I hadn’t heard it since summer camp and at first I thought it was really square (especially how loud he started singing it) but then I remembered that every time you start over, you sing it a little bit quieter and quieter. So by the end, it was kind of fun I suppose.


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Slept like a baby in the Airstream

Handwritten page of a diary dated June 19, 1964

having a world of trouble sleeping again. Makes me look back on my night in Duane’s Airstream trailer coupla weeks ago. Now THAT dear diary was the only good night of sleep I’ve managed to get in the last ten or so years.

I think when Duane offered me the chance to camp out in it, he thought maybe he was about to be getting lucky inside there with me, but he shoulda known me better than that by now. Yes I always liked his truck and yes I like his new trailer no doubt. But you think that means I’m going to marry him? No it does not. And did I make him sleep in the front seat of his truck that night? Yes I assuredly did.

It wasn’t the bed in that trailer that was so comfortable. Heaven knows my own bed here in my place is bigger. And it wasn’t altogether that quiet out there. The campers over behind were playing the radio so long that I heard songs come back up on the rotation and I swear I heard “Dang Me Dang Me ought take a rope and hang me” by Roger Miller at least a coupla three times. But still and all, I felt restful.

What I need is to find a way to get me one of those trailers for myself without marrying Duane and get a little piece of land on the outskirts of town with trees (but no loud-radio-playing country&western-loving neighbors). Then I’ll settle into a world of good sleep.


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Troll doll obituary

Handwritten page of a diary dated July 29, 1964

…  and since it’s her dog that wrecked my troll doll I expect her to use her own allowance to buy me another one. After all Mom said I could only have four (Sandra in my homeroom has at least TEN!!!!) so I spent half the summer picking out what color hair I wanted for each one. And now this means I have no pink.

I asked Mom if we could have the dog put to sleep for doing such a thing but she just looked at me like I was kookie.

What a stupid dog. Eating rubber. Did he think there was some raw hamburger inside or did he just want me to suffer?

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