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Emerson</description><link>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FiveYearDiary" /><feedburner:info uri="fiveyeardiary" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-8111142237466410755</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T15:15:28.939-07:00</atom:updated><title>THE END</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OKuAcUZjPs/SuYeTlfHmdI/AAAAAAAAALo/9wQHMIHy6Hs/s1600-h/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OKuAcUZjPs/SuYeTlfHmdI/AAAAAAAAALo/9wQHMIHy6Hs/s400/letter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397034525279099346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Dear Readers,&lt;div&gt;Well, the circle is closed - you can find October 26 in the archive, my first post on this blog. It has been an interesting project. I feel so close to my grandmother now, at least to her in the years of her diary, when she was 20-26 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll continue to fiddle with "Five Year Diary" so don't stop checking in! And thanks to all who've taken the time to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. - Check out Make Magazine's article about this blog in their latest issue! &lt;a href="http://makemag.com/issues/"&gt;http://makemag.com/issues/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-8111142237466410755?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/34QakI89bLc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/34QakI89bLc/end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OKuAcUZjPs/SuYeTlfHmdI/AAAAAAAAALo/9wQHMIHy6Hs/s72-c/letter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/end.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-8691195155211417101</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 21:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T15:01:54.189-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ray</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emil</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Civic Theater</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Carp</category><title>OCTOBER 25</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Started revising “Slipping Beauty” at 6:30 – had to read it in cr. Writing to-night. – went over okay. – We had to wait for Ray to bring the car back. – All Carp can talk about is the brainchild… “Picampus”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2:00 OH GOOD, GOOD… BED, HOME, AND STUFF – ALMOST HATED TO LEAVE – KIDS LIKE BRICK MAKE ME WANT TO STAY – (GEE, HE IS PRACTICALLY AS OLD AS LEONARD) BOB, EMIL + L. CAME OVER AFTER THE GAME TONIGHT, STAYED LATE… I LOVE THEM… ALL I GET FROM LEONARD IS INNUENDOS… HE TOUCHED MY HAND FOR A MOMENT… WILL HE EVER RELENT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Sat Low-ebb – then Jo called… We went out to school + confided in the Art Room over cokes + potato chips. Lovely afternoon spent on the Civic Theater’s “sets” –foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-8691195155211417101?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/_0-VtCAeJow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/_0-VtCAeJow/october-25.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-25.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-3977391363808090412</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T14:59:50.628-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sari</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tip Top</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Peggy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chocolate Shop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Civic Theater</category><title>OCTOBER 24</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 12:00 – Heard Buck Whittmore + Jack Loew’s piano concert. – Rosalind introduced us afterwards. – It was really a thrill – Marg + Sari + I ate down town together – I find my “lesson plans” are not complete enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11:30 THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY TOMORROW! – AND DADDY’LL BE AFTER ME AT 4:00 – GEE, I HOPE WE GET HOME EARLY! – I WISH I WERE SPENDING THE WEEK-END AT HOME, NOT GOING UP TO STATE. BUT MAYBE I’LL HAVE SOME FUN ANYHOW – TODAY WAS PRETTY BAD – IF ONLY I’D FIGURE OUT WHAT I’M GOING TO TEACH FROM ONE DAY TO THE NEXT! – OHH, I HAD A DATE TONIGHT – BUT HE DOESN’T DANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:00 Well, I better start in on the agony haven’t  written for weeks… Dusted this morning… could barely get to school… Peggy B + I had a wild time getting out this aft too! – D.J. went down to Civic Theater – Got enlisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1:20 [JUST ONE MORE NIGHT ON THE DAVENPORT, THANK HEAVEN!] GEE, I LOVE JUST BEING WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;… WE WENT TO “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tales of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; MANHATTAN”… SAT DOWN AT THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chocolate Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; UNTIL 11:00, WALKED HOME IN THE COLD, MOONLIT NIGHT… THE FOLKS WERE STILL UP, SO WE WERE SLIGHTLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;… BUT NOT SERIOUSLY… I STEPPED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;neatly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; OFF MY SHIFT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;scaffolding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; – SPILLED PAINT ALL OVER. MY STYLE-SHOW FRIEND STOPPED IN AT THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tip Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. TOO HIGH-PRE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-3977391363808090412?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/8Trmdi_L32k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/8Trmdi_L32k/october-24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-24.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-6027720513304627369</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T10:33:45.056-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Olga</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Richard Crooks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Max Baer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chocolate Shop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bill</category><title>OCTOBER 23</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 12:00 First day is over, thank heaven – My back is broken in two, otherwise, not so bad. – Bob + I went to the lecture (Graham Cary) tonight. – Afterwards, Bob, Leonard + Bill + I talked over the whole thing at the Choc. Shop. – I saw Max Baer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Gee, I never thought, then; I’d be really in this racket! – sometimes now I can’t quite feature it. – Rather a depressing day on the whole – Except, tonight we heard Richard Crooks and got his autograph after the program. – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Thurs Bob was over for Dinner – Bill + Olga – Phil. – We played bridge with Mother + Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FRI DIDN’T PAINT TODAY; ENLARGED SKETCHES (VILLAIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; HEROINE, BRED IN OL’ KENTUCKY) ALL DAY + TONIGHT, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;… OFFERED TO HELP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; SCREEN POSTERS, BUT BOARDS DIDN’T COME – PAYOFF: SERGEANT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Neely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; – MARINE RECRUITING OFFICER TRIED TO GET AHOLD OF ME THIS AFTERNOON… M’FRIEND MISTER GROSS CALLED TONIGHT… I’M TO MEET HIM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-6027720513304627369?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/r-d5M4fdB90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/r-d5M4fdB90/october-23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-23.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-6917129659438619232</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T10:30:43.204-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Olga</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eleanor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wilmer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chils</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brick</category><title>OCTOBER 22</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:30 Sun. Tomorrow, and I start my P. Teaching. I’ve been trying frantically to “be prepared” – I hope I am… I hope I’m not a flutter brain… If there’s anything I admire in a person it is serenity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;GEE, I’M A SLUGGARD… LOOKS LIKE I’LL BE TEACHING BY DIVINE INSPIRATION AGAIN – WENT TO LOUSY (FORGIVE ME) TEACHERS BRIDGE CLUB. I AIN’T A FITTIN IN – WHEN I WAS DYING TO GO TO THE HIGH SCHOOL DANCE… YIMMINY I FELT GOOD – IT SOON WORE OFF AFTER ABOUT 20 HANDS OF BRIDGE… BOB + BRICK CAME IN AND TALKED TO ME AFTER SCHOOL. I’VE GOT TO WATCH OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Wed “Sophomore Soiree” – Chils + I enjoyed ourselves immensely – Dorm Dinner – I was late + slipped off the diet! – tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;THURSDAY TOOK ELEANOR + NETTE TO LUNCH… WILMER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; OLGA WERE OVER FOR PHEASANT… THE ADMIRER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; TUES. NIGHT TURNED OUT TO BE A PUBLICITY DIRECTOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; MIAMI BILTMORE – HE THINKS I SHOULD BE A MODEL! – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;… OF COURSE, HE WANTED A DATE… I WROTE TO STAN TONIGHT… TOO BAD I DIDN’T MAKE IT TO NEW YORK SOONER… DID “DOWN WENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;McClosky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-6917129659438619232?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/7XNzggdUo0E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/7XNzggdUo0E/october-22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-22.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-4537230724813783272</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T16:44:43.610-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sari</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All Saints</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">War</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Babes in Arms</category><title>OCTOBER 21</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Sat Is it possible this is another Sat already? – I completed my frescoe panel for techniques – (a red-headed native girl! ) – And Sary + I went to a Mickey Rooney – “Babes in Arms’ – I wish I’d have a date tomorrow – a real date (phooey on platonics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;THANK GOD, MONDAY’S OVER… LOUSY SKIT… HAP-HAZARD TEACHING… INSTEAD OF WORKING, WROTE LETTERS TONIGHT.. OH WELL, WHAT THE HELL! – I ALMOST GOT SICK TO MY STOMACH PUTTING UP THAT REVOLTING EXHIBIT… GEE, AND THE KIDS WILL BE TOLD THAT IS “ART” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;– OH – H – H!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Tues Claustrophobia – should have written letters instead of knitting tonight – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;WED WAS OVER TO ALL SAINTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; DINNER… MET A VERY MARVELOUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Scotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; GAL… ONLY 3 MONTHS OVER FROM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;* … MADE THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; VERY CLOSE FOR ME… RHODA IS TO BE MARRIED 31st… LEAVES FRIDAY… WE HAD AN ALMOST OPPRESSIVELY ARISTOCRATIC EVENING - * SHE’S MARRIED TO A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Dutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; NAVAL LIEUTENANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-4537230724813783272?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/-eXfQzfd0Zo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/-eXfQzfd0Zo/october-21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-21.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-4761795104224766672</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T10:05:34.157-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mr. Spitznagel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eleanor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harley</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. and Mrs. Reeves</category><title>OCTOBER 20</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Fri I really studied all aft. – getting started on teaching materials – If I can get things lined up smoothly It hadn’t ought to be so difficult. – Eleanor is job-hunting, she says. – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;SUNDAY – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Gee, meant to do something tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;BUT BOB + HARLEY CAME AND TOOK ME FOR A RIDE… THEY ARE CRAZY, SWEET KIDS – BUT MIGOSH – SUCH EXPERIENCE. I THINK ITS AWFUL I FELT SO NICE ALL DAY… WENT TO CHURCH WITH MRS. REEVES – SHE IS V. SWEET – ASKED ME TO DINNER – TOOK HER TO “HOWARDS OF VA.” – FINALLY WROTE TO MOTHER + ELEANOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Wed Spoke at Philo – Then helped pick a glammer gal with Mr. Spitznagel at a local cow. – talked w/ (Mr. Spitznagel)… good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;TUES WE WERE BOTH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; TIRED TO GO – BUT WE WENT TO THE DANCE… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; STOPPED IN AFTERWARD… I WAS PRETTY SCARED THE FIRST COUPLE TIMES DOWN THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ramp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; – BUT I FELT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;adequately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; GLAMOROUS… AND HAD FUN… WAS SORRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; COULDN’T SEE ME IN THOSE SEXY PYJAMAS… OF COURSE, HE GOT THERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; LATE. I BARELY GOT READY IN TIME… MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; WAS HARDLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-4761795104224766672?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/asZOQRCkFIE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/asZOQRCkFIE/october-20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-20.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-3709206223828520731</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T09:31:14.746-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lois</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eleanor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marguerite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blanche</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Coliseum</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Margaret</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Howard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. and Mrs. Reeves</category><title>OCTOBER 19</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Thurs. – Was up to H.S. to-day. – I adore Lois Cowan… Saw Marg after school. We had cokes in the Huddle + talked about pr. teaching. She has 10 hrs in already. – Marguerite came over to-night, as I didn’t get much done – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 12:00 Slaved all day. It was perfectly beautiful out and I begrudged the time I spent inside… Got a box of candy from Eleanor and wedding pictures from Howard… I would give anything to hear from Leonard – I hope I can sleep till about 9:00 it makes me so mad I always wake up about 6:45!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Sun Got home abt 7:00 – Palace, cokes. Went to church w/ Mrs. R. – ate a huge Sunday dinner. – talked w/ Blanche + Allan, Lorraine + Alberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MON WE HAD A REHEARSAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; AT THE COLISEUM… THOSE BABES RATHER GIVE ME A PAIN; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;they’re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; TOO DAMN GOOD LOOKIN’ + CONSEQUENTLY MAKE NO ATTEMPT AT ANYTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;! V.VOSS BROUGHT ME HOME… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; DIDN’T CALL ME…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-3709206223828520731?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/hVHsp8oKbhw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/hVHsp8oKbhw/october-19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-19.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-4472906005257961279</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T09:28:40.356-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Betty Boe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">G.W.S.H.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lincoln Zephyr</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Major + the Minor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">picnic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Carp</category><title>OCTOBER 18</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; We didn’t have class to-day night so I didn’t read my “story” – Carp took me to the show + then Bob + Donna J + Leonard + I went on a “picnic” on a vacant lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Got to go to the game tonight after all – Unfortunately, it was not the Eilers number but a completely blind number – I’m sure I won’t go out with him again Even if he’s 6’3”, has a Lincoln Zephyr + would take me around plenty. He has a fat, mean face and also a wife whom I’m not even sure is divorced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Sat Gee, swell… Went to G.W.S. H. rehearsals, talked w/ Eve, saw Landey – who’s swell. – Saw Betty she makes me ill – Sleeping in “front bedroom”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SUN BOB R. + I WENT TO the MAJOR + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; MINOR. HE IS HIGHLY INTELLIGENT; AND NICE – CERTAINLY DOESN’T STIMULATE ME OTHERWISE THAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;intellectually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, THOUGH…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-4472906005257961279?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/oR6idfoelSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/oR6idfoelSA/october-18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-18.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-8724267116209329408</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T13:39:29.258-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blanche</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Larry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">picnic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Orpheum</category><title>OCTOBER 17</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Tues – “Observed” all day course at the high school I start teaching Monday! – I have to start something for Cr. Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:30 Well, I really didn’t dream I’d be “in it”. If I had, I might have been more really “observant” … Dear Heaven, what a day! Don’t think I can stand many more like it… Got mad for the first time!… Larry suddenly infuriated me… Thank goodness I didn’t say or do anything I’d be sorry for… quit teaching – Skit tonight… Bought Bob Rees a round again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Fri – I’m so glad I came – really a reception. – I was thrilled – (for a change) – parade – coronation – marvelous game – Dance – Blanche is upset again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SAT 1:45 A PICNIC WITH LARRY + DONNA… MORE BEER AND CONVIVIALITY… A HUGE FIRE… WE WENT TO THE ORPHEUM FIRST; WE ENJOY BEING ALONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;… I HAD 3 OTHER CHANCES FOR DATES TONIGHT – BUT NONE COMPARE WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-8724267116209329408?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/eYQzLEv1lWc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/eYQzLEv1lWc/october-17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-17.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-7070454754666044826</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T13:36:43.823-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Virginia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eleanor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LeMars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">picnic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nessa</category><title>OCTOBER 16</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 7:50 – And back to school again! – The week-end seems a million years ago – I did a lay out and put my scratch coat on m' fresco panel to-day. – Want to write to Eleanor + Nessa – But I must start to write something for creative writing Wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:30 Gee, I wanted to make it before this. – But we had a B. party for Janet out to the DelMar – We also had cocktails served to us up at the apartment! I hope my surprise didn’t show all over my face… I felt pretty swell today. Hope Brenda + Cabin go off all right tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Thurs – I guess maybe I’ll go to LeMars tomorrow – I washed my clothes out. – I told D.J. about everything. I think she likes Leonard, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FRI 2:00 I WAS PRACTICALLY IN A COMA, I WAS SO TIRED – BUT BOB + VIRGINIA WANTED A PICNIC, SO WE WENT ON ONE – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sherman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. I WOULD HAVE PREFERRED TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;skip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; THE NIGHT CLUBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-7070454754666044826?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/SlxTMUuVcXU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/SlxTMUuVcXU/october-16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-16.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-4865321401085770646</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T12:15:48.922-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wilber</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emil</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mr. Krikorian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Minneapolis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philo-Web</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Prairie State</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">picnic</category><title>OCTOBER 15</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 1:30 Inevitably tomorrow brings reality + its immediate problems – Managed to make the Philo-Web alumnae breakfast. Came home + slept till time for tea. – Wore my formal for last time for awhile – I hope. Went out for a picnic – Donna + I talked till 1:30. I like her so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 11:00 Well, I lasted. Went pretty good… Is this all going to be “clawing up a cliff” like this? – God, I hope not. – I feel like it would be a good deal if they would let me snooker out between semesters if that job works out in Minneapolis – Gee, I wish it would! – Grades recorded tonight – What a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Wed Creative Wr. – Krause got off on a tangent. Wilber + Emil insisted on walking all the home w/ me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;THURS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;FRI I WENT TO THE PROM ON THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Prairie State &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;WITH VIC… IT RILLY NICE… GEE, THOSE BOYS LOOKED SO CLEAN, SO YOUNG, SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;. I FEEL POOHED OUR… VIC GOT OUT OF WEEK-END WATCH BY TELLING THE C.O. THAT “HIS GIRL WAS COMING FROM SOUTH DAKOTA!” IMAGINE… AND, WHAT’S MORE, I WAS INTRODUCED TO HIM IN THAT CAPACITY! MY FEET ARE A MESS. HEARD FROM KRIK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-4865321401085770646?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/8nxjlMq19dE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/8nxjlMq19dE/october-15.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-15.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-6725371006705268002</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T12:12:22.672-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chicago</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eleanor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Midshipmen</category><title>OCTOBER 14</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 4:00 Tonight I sleep alone – Eleanor is on her way to Chicago – I’ll miss her horribly… To-day Convocation – my luncheon – helped E pack – got ready for banquet – went – (3/4 of an hr late!) (W.W.) – Bob + Donna + Leonard + I were over at D’s house + drank home-made wine + talked till (4:00) I’ll never forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1:45 WELL, UTLEY – I HOPE WE CAN LAST THROUGH TOMORROW! GEE, YOU DID A SLOPPY JOB ON GRADING – BUT AT LEAST THEY’RE FIGURED OUT – HAPHAZARD OR NOT! – THE PRESSURE IS BEING PUT ON – I WISH I WERE READY FOR IT – MIGHT BE FUN – SKIT “ART EXHIBIT” – (UGH) – STAGE SETS – WHAT NEXT! DON’T I EVER GET TO PLAN MY COURSES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Tues – Lousy Lecture – Leonard again. “Good Night” – I know he has very broad shoulders. I looked at them all during speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WED LEONARD HAD DALE’S CAR. WE COULDN’T GET IT STARTED IN TIME TO GO AFTER DONNA; SHE WANTS US TO GO ON A PICNIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Satiddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;… I ADORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;… HOW CAN THIS EVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; THURS THE DAY I GOT THE NASTY CINDER IN MY EYE… GEE, IT WAS EXCRUCIATING… VIC TOOK ME TO THE MIDSHIPMEN’S SHOW IT WAS DARN GOOD… MY FRIENDS WHO WANTED A DATE, WERE THERE. AND WITH GELS. WORKED ON THE COVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-6725371006705268002?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/Ma7-re7ECkg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/Ma7-re7ECkg/october-14.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-14.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-809599152081007160</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T12:09:47.638-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kenny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Virginia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Margaret</category><title>OCTOBER 13</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and so its over – The Coronation – Everything went perfect – Wagner and walking down the aisle with Margaret and our gowns + the stage – all perfect. – Bob + I had so much fun to-gether at the Virginia afterwards with Beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:40 (It’s too bad, but I’m just too tired to correct the rest of these papers!) – Gee, what a week-end… Margaret + Kenny are married. This is once she had to do something with out me – seems incredible they are married. It was perfectly beautiful – Everything – I loathed coming back here… But I guess I can hold out awhile – Gee, but I’m swamped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Mon – Hell… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; does he have to be so Goddamn impersonal if he feels the way he did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TUES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-809599152081007160?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/MYtz-cYZH0I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/MYtz-cYZH0I/october-13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-13.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-8962481890085207992</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T08:12:35.509-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ruth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emil</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eleanor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">picnic</category><title>OCTOBER 12</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:30 We went down and tried few coats on at Wermuth’s afterwards, we went out to school + coked ate the huddle – Helped Bob + Leonard + Ruth on the stage till 5:00 B + L wanted to go to show Eleanor leaves day after tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 2:30 Gee, this seems normal, now. – (I wish I could sleep about 14 hrs) I am sick I’m so tired… My day was a trifle unsuccessful… Gee, I don’t know what was the matter. I guess it’s another case of over-anticipation… We lost our H. game… Hugo gave speech at the banquet tonight I had 2 chances for dates – But not with L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Sun – Serene – I know it isn’t all worn out – Leonard + Emil + D.J. + I went on a picnic – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TUES FINISHED UP THE DAMN’ MARKET CALLS; DOROTHY STARTED ME RIGHT OUT WRITING CAPTIONS… I GET SO MAD &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; I SHOULDN’T, I KNOW…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-8962481890085207992?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/hPtCwjcnyII" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/hPtCwjcnyII/october-12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-12.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-2570336484140835835</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T08:10:21.754-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ray</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eide</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WWW</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thomas Wolf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Peggy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eleanor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boyer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Carp</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sioux City</category><title>OCTOBER 11</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Wed Carp asked me to go to the banquet with him. Now I don’t know what to do. – Suppose it will be Bob. I like both of the fellows. – shouldn’t want to hurt either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 1:00 Thank you, God, for letting me have moment like I’ve had today… For just being able to sit downstairs (like I was a minute ago) with Bob + Leonard… just incoherently grateful for their presence… For having fun with a different W.W. in Sioux City… for riding home with Ray + Wyman. And for Leonard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Sat Convocation (which I didn’t make) Variety show – banquet (programs + flowers) Game – 66-6 – Show – Boyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;SUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 12:05  (Well, it’s about time I started writing in here again!) Today would have been lovely if Eleanor hadn’t turned neurotic at Breakfast! I went to church by myself. (but met Bob) Granskau was wonderful. Tea this afternoon with Chils + Marie – And Bob Rief + I went out to school to see Mr. Eide’s stuff tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;MON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Time! Time! Time! – Oh God – I wish I were free of it… I read Thomas Wolfe today… which shouldn’t be done by the clock! … Weezie + Peg were so slow they missed their chance for dates… my cover proofs are good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-2570336484140835835?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/eJ5ZOFTCA68" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/eJ5ZOFTCA68/october-11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-11.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-3775464287947110602</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T08:06:49.252-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ray</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ruth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harold</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wilma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sioux City</category><title>OCTOBER 10</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Tues Invited gals to a luncheon for Sat. Finally got a letter sent off to Nessa – began to tell her about things. – Bob is going to take me to the banquet, etc. – Ray is in town! – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12:00 I AMAZE MYSELF… FELT DOPEY ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;day… now swell… I suppose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I SHOULD STAY UP + WORK SOME MORE, BUT THEN I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO GET UP + GO TO SIOUX CITY TOMORROW. AND I WANT A LITTLE SPARKLE LEFT FOR RAY + “BABE” – I’LL BE GLAD TO SEE THEM… HOPE EVERYTHING “CLICKS’ – PHONED MOTHER TONIGHT. I GUESS SHE IS BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Friday – Coronation. Felt glad because I helped Bob + in the deal – Booful. – Gold, cinnamon brown. Wilma is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Mother sewed the buttons on, so I could wear my red dress to the game (It’s nothing short of sensational!) I hadn’t expected to go, but we went with Harold ( I don’t like him) + June and assimilated Ruth and L afterward – slightly chaotic! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SUN YES, VIC WAS HERE RIGHT AT 9:00… HE’S INSANE… (HE’S STILL TALKING IN THE SAME VEIN)… WE FOOLED AROUND ALL MORNING… I GOT CLEANED UP + WE HAD DINNER AT THE G-RAIL – A NICE ONE… I WALKED HIM BACK TO J. JAY AT 5:45… HE IS SWEET; I DON’T WANT TO MESS ANYTHING UP FOR HIM, I’M SURE… I READ A LITTLE, BATHED + WASHED M’ HAIR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-3775464287947110602?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/qnrwfbug_GQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/qnrwfbug_GQ/october-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-10.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-8510373657673405919</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T08:55:53.778-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Palace</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All Saints</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lois</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blanche</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Staten Island</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><title>OCTOBER 9</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Mon – down at H.S. – (practice teaching looms up!) Printed posters to-day. Bob informed me that M. Allan considers my attitude toward Marie as revoltingly patronizing. - !! – I’m trying to make up to Marie for what she seems to be getting from the rest of the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:00 – I feel very alive – almost normal… must be I’m tired… worked at school tonight for a while… Blanche + I guzzled cokes + talked about my l. life as usual… must be my desire for vicarious experience popping up again… Hell of a teaching day. – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Thurs Hello stoopid – Nobody but a dumdum like you would forget about the heater for about 4 hours! – or be so slow getting started about reducing – Maybe you don’t know it, Babe, but that piece of peach pie was last pastry you’re going to eat for some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; FRI Leonard + I helped Bob with the stage until 6:30. Honestly, I don’t know how he’d have finished. Leonard broke down + asked me to go; Bob + Ruth Kingsberry went with us afterward in to the maelstrom of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PALACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;; then we went over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ALL SAINTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and talked in the Discussion parlor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SAT I SLEPT LATE… WE HAD BRUNCH LATE SCRAMBLED EGGS + TOAST… THEN LOIS, WEEZY + I WENT FOR A FERRY BOAT RIDE TO STATEN ISLAND – SAW THE BIG BOATS IN THE SUNSHINE + WIND… THE STATUE of LIBERTY… VIC CALLED ABOUT SIX – CAME OVER ABOUT 7:00 MINUS A MOLAR, PLUS A FEW BEERS, AND WE WENT TO WATCH ON THE RHINE. HE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM. #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-8510373657673405919?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/IPXi0d1-xDI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/IPXi0d1-xDI/october-9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-9.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-4716328300431260850</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T11:30:39.317-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mr. Spitznagel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Herman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Early to Bed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Martini's</category><title>OCTOBER 8</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Sunday again. – It wasn’t so bad as usual, at least there was a foot-ball poster to design + cut just to break the monotony (and drive me crazy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 12:00 WELL, imagine, I almost enjoyed myself to-night. I was sort of dreading to go to the “Teacher Bridge Club” And it turned out not grim at all.. Still don’t feel like I belong though… God, if I can live through these next five days + accomplish something, I shall be grateful! – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Wed Wonder if anyone else besides me realized there were 4 of us who have dated L. over at Mary Hanson’s tonight. They are certainly sweet gals – I’m tired – Oi – That Lecture – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;THURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Designed the letterhead for the CLUB’s stationary… had lunch with Mr. Spitznagel + Don Douthit. Dug up Durwood folks to audition for them… Caught only a fleeting glimpse of LEONARD today… wonder if he feels a little ashamed – the way I do – about last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; FRI WE WENT TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Early to Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;… (I’D LIKE TO BE IN JUST ONE PRODUCTION SOME TIME)… QUELLE DAMOSELLES… WE WENT TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Martini’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; AFTERWARD… WITH SOME FRIENDS OF HERMAN’S. – I LIKED AL – I TALKED TO TWO MIDSHIPMEN, WHILE WAITING IN HOPES OF SEEING VIC… THEY WANT DATES FOR THE DANCE! I WON TONIGHT! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-4716328300431260850?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/QCUBTfvuxX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/QCUBTfvuxX4/october-8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-8.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-2439514742342543194</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T11:27:52.118-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dorothy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LeMars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Astor Roof</category><title>OCTOBER 7</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; First game to-day – Philo – sold feathers. – Saw Roger K. – he certainly looks marvelous. – Went to “The Women” to-night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:00 aha, Monday’s over! – gee, it wasn’t bad at all… I think I’ll just give up trying to be mean… I might as well salvage my disposition. – Worked all day. Betty has fixed a meeting tomorrow with a fella whose interested in me. Hope he pans out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Tues Full moon – fooey. (And I don’t have a homecoming date! ) – Worked all day – Heard from Lorraine + Alberta + Mrs. H. – like to go to L. Mars for homecoming! – Tom Holton ended up the way I expected – in prison! – I feel awful about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WED LEONARD SAYS I WOULD LIKE TO “FLOAT ON A SEA OF SENSATION ALL THE TIME – WOULDN’T I?” HE CAME BY AFTER CLASS… IT WAS REALLY TOO LATE, I SUPPOSE, BUT I’D DO IT AGAIN, I THINK. IT WAS LIKE A “WARM BATH” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;THURS IT WAS ACTUALLY QUITE FUN, THE FEDERATION, I MEAN… WE HAD DRINKS FIRST. DOROTHY + I HAD NO COMPETITION… JOHN + WALTER WERE GOOD DATES… $70,000 WAS RAISED, SUCH MONEE… WENT TO ASTOR BAR AFTERWARD – I PARTED MY HAIR IN THE MIDDLE. FEEL ITALIAN RENAISSANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-2439514742342543194?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/m7Wf2utLDoA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/m7Wf2utLDoA/october-7.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-7.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-479869401555511018</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T11:25:20.543-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hal Bowlings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">No Time for Comedy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ladies Auxiliary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. and Mrs. Reeves</category><title>OCTOBER 6</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; My mind is a mess! – Last night is all a nightmare… I hope I can sleep tonight… Sara, Marg + I went to S.F. College Coronation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10:30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, I WASTED TODAY VERY PLEASANTLY. ATE HOT BISCUIT FOR BREAKFAST WENT TO CHURCH COMMUNION SUNDAY – I WAS SO GLAD I WENT) WITH MRS. REEVES… WAS QUITE LONELY FOR MOTHER… HAD BOILED DINNER WITH REEVES… WENT TO “NO TIME FOR COMEDY” WITH MARV + EVA… IT WAS SWELL… ROC PLAYED KIND OF WOMAN I ASPIRE TO BE. WROTE 4 LETTERS TONIGHT… LIVE FOR WK-END – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 11:00 (Well, I’m a compromiser from way back – didn’t do all my exercises!-) Wish I could just talk w/ Leonard. – Busy, busy day (pooey) – classes – Ladies Auxiliary (migosh) lamb chops – criticized drawing of Hal Bowlings  - coked – ironed + ironed + ironed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TUES BABY, YOU’RE REALLY UNPREDICTABLE… I WAS PREPARED FOR A QUIET EVENING AT HOME; YOU CAME OVER AND SPIRITED ME OFF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; THE DANCE… BUT YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ME WHEN YOU MAKE ME FEEL THE WAY I DID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-NIGHT AND TELL ME THAT YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ME ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; FELT RAT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OUT IN THE MARKET, AGAIN…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-479869401555511018?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/2Ysj7Mj0zFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/2Ysj7Mj0zFo/october-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-6.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-3636495279271408166</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T13:25:21.154-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ray</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mrs. Stote</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eleanor</category><title>OCTOBER 5</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 10:10 Marie has been perfect… I don’t think I could have stood it if she hadn’t… The next headache is a H.C. date!  I have been trying to soak out some of my mixed emotions in a hot bath – God, what hell you have to go through just for a lousy home-coming… There has been some discussion as to whether the gals like the colors + their gowns after the whole thing has been decided! I wish Ray were here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 9:30 Just one more disappointment. No D.J. – Got a telegram this afternoon, but no details. I can’t imagine what would keep her from coming… Today, I’m afraid, saw nothing very important accomplished… I went bike-riding with some high school girls… I’m afraid I really don’t give a damn about the public opinion…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Sun (What’ll I wear tomorrow?) I’ve aroused a few latent good intentions again… Know one reason I’m so discontented w/ myself is my weight! Cloudy – no Gable + Lombard – special fr. Eleanor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MON MR. WITMER UPPED IT TO $25.00; BUT I STILL SAID NO… MAYBE I’M NUTS, I DON’T KNOW…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Finally wrote to Leonard. – Was out in markets all day. (Mrs. Stote does not handle me right!) Go to bed early, dummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-3636495279271408166?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/jB8AWeG2DU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/jB8AWeG2DU4/october-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-5.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-1278403005690745509</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T13:26:28.859-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mr. Spitznagel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Virginia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Don Gregory</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New Guinea</category><title>OCTOBER 4</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 11:30 tore around all day, cutting classes right + left. – We picked out patterns + material – silver lame + black moire It was my idea. I hope the gals like it. Krause read some of his verse to-night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10:30 And another meeting of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;“THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY” &lt;/span&gt;Club has had another session… Gee, I think I’m a lousy teacher… Hazel W. told me that Bob R. says I’m the “best teacher he ever had” – which is a pretty bad sign. D.J. is coming tomorrow. Hope we have fun…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Put my hair in a bang – maybe it’ll lift my morale. – which was quite low until I took a booful nap this aft. Spitz was out. – he’s swell – Chils took us to dinner + a show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SUN WENT DOWN TO THE TRAIN… WE ALL MADE IT IN SPITE &lt;i&gt;of&lt;/i&gt; BEING UP SO LATE… LEONARD + &lt;i&gt;John&lt;/i&gt; HAD BREAKFAST WITH HIM… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; WILL MISS BOB A GREAT DEAL, AND VICE VERSA… WE ALL WILL… WENT TO CHURCH WITH VIRGINIA – THE EPISCOPAL &lt;i&gt;Church&lt;/i&gt;… IT RAINED…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MON Much singing tonight… It was gay fun… I had strongly intended to go to bed, but not when they started in singing Rawshin songs! – Sent the Prophet to Don Gregory – And, coincidentally heard from him, he’s 20 months in New Guinea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-1278403005690745509?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/U12wKeaa4iI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/U12wKeaa4iI/october-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-4.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-3207253079778501990</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T10:36:50.997-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Palace</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sully</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.J.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lois</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shirley</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bill</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clara</category><title>OCTOBER 3</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and here it is “tomorrow” – I’ve been to hell + back again. – For a while, I really thought I was going to be Queen – Then when I brought my little envelope home and opened it up to an apparently blank sheet of paper! – but it wasn’t blank – Marie is Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;GA, BUT I’M WOOZY, CAN HARDLY HOLD UP THE HEAD… FINISHED THEM DAMN OLE THEMES (REACTION TO CORRECTING GRAMMAR ERRORS) WISH I COULD HAVE HAD MY WALK AGAIN TONIGHT… 2ND PERIOD ASSEMBLY WAS BAD…. I MUST CLAMP DOWN. BUT GEE, I DON’T BLAME ANY OF THEM FOR WHAT THEY DO… I’M A LUCKY TEACHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;– GEE, THE “U” GAME – WHAT A BIG DISAPPOINTMENT! – I WAS W/ MARIE + CLARA – FELT HORRIBLE ALL DAY. DIDN’T GET AROUND TO CASHING CHECK. I’M A MESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; SAT. HA! – WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;BEAT THEM! … VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;satisfactory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; EVENING WE WERE ALL TOGETHER: SHIRLEE + BILL [AFTER SOME DIFFICULTY, I GUESS]… D.J. + BOB [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;GOT DONNA FOR BOB] … AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; + ME… WE LINGERED LOVINGLY AT THE PALACE FOR AGES… SAT OUT IN FRONT FOR A TIME, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; SUN CALLED ON LOIS + SULLY. MET ROG – A SOLID CITIZEN… I TOOK VIC TO DINNER IT WAS NICE. HE’S CERTAINLY DIFFERENT. THAN WHAT HE WAS…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-3207253079778501990?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/Gy-98yljX_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/Gy-98yljX_o/october-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-3.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17676554275732441.post-4586657232161164594</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T10:45:30.148-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Waldorf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lois</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harold</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shirley</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leonard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bill</category><title>OCTOBER 2</title><description>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, tomorrow at this time, I reckon I’ll know if I’m eliminated – or an attendant – or (miracle of miracles) the other! I observed down at H.S. all morning – I’ll be under Lois Cowan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;PHOOEY, I’M GOING TO BED. I SPOSE I’LL BE SORRY TOMORROW… BUT WHEN IS TOMORROW? – AFTER DINNER TONIGHT I TOOK THE KEENEST WALK… NIGHT WAS WINDY, RAINY, PERFECT – WENT CLEAR OUT TO A HILL… A PERFECT CLIMAX I KNEW IT WOULD LOOK THE WAY IT DID… STARRY SOUTH… THE TOWN, LOW, SHINING, LIGHTED – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Babe, what you need is a big dose of self-respect! ! And you’re not doing a damn thing about getting it! ! Okay okay okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;FRI I ASKED BOB OVER FOR DINNER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Wished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; I COULD HAVE ASKED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Leonard too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;! – GEE, IF ONLY DAD HADN’T SAID + DID WHAT HE DID THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;! – SHIRLEY THOUGHT I WAS BEING DOUBLE X’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; – IT TURNED OUT TO BE HER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; WOULDN’T GO WITH HAROLD + BILL – HA…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;SAT GEE, BUT WE HAD FUN; BUT I’M WORRIED VIC IS TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY – TOO MUCH SO. AND HE MUSN’T… PERHAPS HE JUST HAD A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO DRINK… WE HAD A SWELL DINNER – MANHATTANS FIRST – CHICKEN + CHOCOLATE CAKE… (+ VIC’S ICE CREAM!)… AND TO THE WALDORF – TSK TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17676554275732441-4586657232161164594?l=thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~4/SeHMejPqEPQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveYearDiary/~3/SeHMejPqEPQ/october-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anna Jayne)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://thirtyninefortythree.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

