My Five Year DiaryThis is a bit of personal indulgence and may be boring to everyone but myself. Who, after all, in interested in the thoughts of twelve year old farm boys. I received a five year diary as a Christmas present on the Christmas of 1947 when I was 12 1/2 years old. The diary had room for four short lines of text which accounts for the terseness of the entries. I started making entries January 1, 1948 and kept it up until February 7. Evidently I was not a diary person at 12. I thought it would be interesting to preserve the contents. A few notes of explanation:
Morris – my father. Lee Blaisdale, Carol & Roger Wurtz, Shirley & Sharon Parker, and Doris & I all attended North Eagle country school, a one room country school 3 1/2 miles from the ranch. “Town” was the City of Highmore (in SD all hamlets are called cities – Highmore had a population of 1100) and was 11 1/2 miles distant. The operation referred to was to have my appendix out.
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February 7, 1948 AFTER NOTES Social life in rural SD in the winter time was extremely limited. The roads were frequently closed. A rural family was very much thrown on its own resources for entertainment which accounts, I suppose, the importance attached to monopoly. It’s hard to imagine what I made of “The Night Life of the Gods” since I was quite innocent at the time. I don’t remember reading “National Velvet” at all. In retrospect I wonder what the “Major Logarithmic Calculations” might have been. I was somewhat of a mathematical prodigy; the resources available to a 12 year old farm boy were limited, however. The College Algebra and Trigonometry texts exhausted the local library’s mathematical resources. For many years I knew of the diary but didn’t know that it still existed. Memory plays tricks. I had constructed a myth in my mind about almost every entry saying “It blizzarded today. We played monopoly. Doris was a brat.” Evidently my less than faithful memory did her an injustice. Her bad behaviour was only once worthy of comment. Having roast chicken was notable; cheap chicken is a development of the later twentieth century. The smoking stove was probably the school stove, a coal burning stove in the class room. The school building had an entry hall, a coal bin, and the class room. This page was last updated September 15, 2000. |