Yesterday was our 45th wedding anniversary. No, we didn't go on a trip, but then again maybe we did. We took a long ride down memory lane. We drove down May Avenue.............just drove down May Avenue and talked about some of the great places we shopped or ate back in the day. I am sure the memories are much sweeter than the actuality at the time, but isn't that what memories are for............sweet memories--isn't that the name of the song?
As far back as our dating, we had fun exploring places. Saturdays were almost always out seeing what OKC had to offer. Sadly, a lot of these places are no longer; French Market Mall, Continental Theater--actually almost all theaters have closed, Enchanted Doll, Glen's Hickory Inn, Tony's Via Roma, Captains Table, Shepherd Mall.......the list could go on and on.
Yesterday, we even walked through the old Crossroads Mall building. We could spend hours there and not spend one dime. Our babies turned to toddlers to children to teens there. What fun............visiting Santa, window shopping...........people watching............enjoying our lives. And did I mention, we didn't have to spend one dime there.
Sometime during our nostalgic day, I started second guessing our decision to stay at home for our celebration rather than go on a fantastic trip. Were we making it special enough? I even started worrying that the restaurant we chose for this special day wasn't going to be memorable enough.........."was it something to remember?" and that's when the hubby turned to be and said..............
"It's about us. It's not about the restaurant. It's not what we do on this day. It's about us. We are all we need--each other." Oh he has a way of keeping me grounded. I love him. Happy 45th!
That's all I have. I love you.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
March 7, 1939 Diary
Monday, March 7, 1938 -- Knitted on skirt this morning. went to classes this afternoon. Went to town at 4 o'clock. Got reprints of Kodak pictures at studio. Came home - played piano, knitted, helped Mother with dishes, put pictures in album.
Tuesday, March 7, 1939 -- Had my P.M. Went over to see Grace 3 times today. She seems much better. Finished letter to Mother & Dad & mailed it. Mailed baby set to Morton's. Washed and set hair. Tried on ne crocheted hat. Really like it with my hair this way. Class 12:30-1:30. Study hall tonite. Listened to radio.
Those are two entries on a diary I have just finished reading. I found this diary about 3 years ago at a flea market, put it in a drawer and forgot about it. While I was cleaning closets a couple weeks ago, I came across it and started thumbing through it. It was so intriguing that I couldn't put it down. Last Sunday night I finished it and must say, I was sorry it ended. I learned so much about the time and what it was like during those two years for a young girl. My mother was a year older than this young woman so I made lots of mental comparisons and wondered if Mother's life was anything like Cherrie's (diary writer).
But that's not the end of the story. We live in internet times and if you dig a little you can be your own sleuth. We found that she went on to become a nurse at St. Anthony's, right here in the city. In fact, St. Anthony's published an essay she wrote and it is on Ancestry.com.
My plan is to transcribe this little diary for my own rereading, but to find her relatives to see if they might be interested in having the diary back. I'm not sure if her own sons want it back, but I am hoping her niece does, the one who put information about her on the site.
In the next few days, I hope to tell you a few things I learned about how wonderful a simple life can be in a much simpler times........a time when setting out on the lawn visiting can be the highlight of one's week.
I love you.
As a bit of fun, I thought I'd tell you what it was like on:
March 7, 1963. Dear Diary. I - dishes. Went to school. We had National Honor Society practice last hour. Cut some more on my dress. Walked back.
March 7, 1964. We worked today. Saturday
March 7, 1965. Went to church. Went to Aunt Geneva's for dinner. Dad let me take car to Prague. Nancy, Joyce, Karen S. & I went. Joyce was washing her car. Nancy was helping.
I had first hand knowledge of these events. Wink - wink!
Tuesday, March 7, 1939 -- Had my P.M. Went over to see Grace 3 times today. She seems much better. Finished letter to Mother & Dad & mailed it. Mailed baby set to Morton's. Washed and set hair. Tried on ne crocheted hat. Really like it with my hair this way. Class 12:30-1:30. Study hall tonite. Listened to radio.
Those are two entries on a diary I have just finished reading. I found this diary about 3 years ago at a flea market, put it in a drawer and forgot about it. While I was cleaning closets a couple weeks ago, I came across it and started thumbing through it. It was so intriguing that I couldn't put it down. Last Sunday night I finished it and must say, I was sorry it ended. I learned so much about the time and what it was like during those two years for a young girl. My mother was a year older than this young woman so I made lots of mental comparisons and wondered if Mother's life was anything like Cherrie's (diary writer).
But that's not the end of the story. We live in internet times and if you dig a little you can be your own sleuth. We found that she went on to become a nurse at St. Anthony's, right here in the city. In fact, St. Anthony's published an essay she wrote and it is on Ancestry.com.
My plan is to transcribe this little diary for my own rereading, but to find her relatives to see if they might be interested in having the diary back. I'm not sure if her own sons want it back, but I am hoping her niece does, the one who put information about her on the site.
In the next few days, I hope to tell you a few things I learned about how wonderful a simple life can be in a much simpler times........a time when setting out on the lawn visiting can be the highlight of one's week.
I love you.
As a bit of fun, I thought I'd tell you what it was like on:
March 7, 1963. Dear Diary. I - dishes. Went to school. We had National Honor Society practice last hour. Cut some more on my dress. Walked back.
March 7, 1964. We worked today. Saturday
March 7, 1965. Went to church. Went to Aunt Geneva's for dinner. Dad let me take car to Prague. Nancy, Joyce, Karen S. & I went. Joyce was washing her car. Nancy was helping.
I had first hand knowledge of these events. Wink - wink!
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