Dear Diary, Episode Two

 Dear Diary is a serialized account of one girl's teen years in the 1960s. Although based on my own diaries, the story is fiction. The angst, family drama, and joy are real enough for teenagers in any era. This is an experiment for me. I'm sharing with you the rough, first draft, the skeleton, of what could become a novel. If you  missed any episodes, go to the Index in the right column and click on “Dear Diary” for past posts.

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On the following pages is my life from January 1 through December 31, 1964. Freshman and Sophomore years at Columbus High School. Go Stallions! My best friend in grade school, Janice Schmidt, gave me this diary for 8th grade graduation. I’m fourteen, 5’5”, blonde (made blonder by Gentle and Blonde), and I weight 124. I live with my mother, father, sister (Sandy age 11), and my brother (Davie age 2). 

DON'T YOU DARE! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, BE SMART AND PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT!!! THIS IS THE PRIVATE PROPERTY OF JANELLE JOSIE WINSTON.

January 8, 1964 Wednesday

Dear Diary, school today as you know, and I was upset by the end of the day. I got my first B grade on a history test. I’ve had straight A’s. How did this happen? Daddy told me not to worry and to tell my teacher I was too busy making history to study history. He can be such a nut. Then tonight started as a tragedy. First Mum and Donna’s mom said we couldn’t go to the get together at Corrine’s on Friday because her mom and dad left last time we went to a party there. Mum said I could have it at my house to 11:00. But I wouldn’t settle for that. I wanted midnight, so I told her to forget it. I was the one that insisted parents were impossible, and we went round and round about it. Finally, Mum compromised, and we settled for between 11 and 12. I called Corrine. Mel was there and Ron too. She kept saying no, she wanted to have it at her house, so I came right out and told her why. Then Mel got on the phone, and he agreed with me. I got mad at Corrine. She was being so stubborn. After much confusion, we at least decided that we would first go to the game. I think everyone will come here after, but like I said—lots of confusion. I still adore Mel. He likes me too. 

January 9, 1964 Thursday

Dear Diary, I wasn’t feeling well this morning so I stayed home. When Dad came home from work, he made me come to my senses. I realized I’ve been crawling for everyone. I couldn’t stand up for myself, so I had a blow up with Corrine. She can be so stubborn. Mel called. He wanted to go to Encanto instead of my place on Friday. I got disgusted. I told him my place or no place and the truth about why I couldn’t go to Corrine’s. Really read him off, but nicely. After jabbering at him, he was silent a second then said, “I’m proud of you.” I felt so good. I was afraid he wouldn’t understand, but he’s so sweet. He even said, “anything you say beautiful.” Corrine called because Mel called her. She was like all jolly and agreeable. We’re coming to my house before and after the game for eats. Yeah! My dad can give the best advice. He tells funny jokes too. 

January 10, 1964 Friday

Dear Diary, school flew by until last period English. I was so looking forward to tonight. Ms. Beck caught me daydreaming and asked me a question which I blew. I usually like her, but that was mean. The three couples went to the game together (me and Mel, Donna and Evan, and Corrine and Jerry Parsons…Ron stood her up, the dork). Mum let me go in the car with Mel! Donna and Evan were with us. Flash drove Jerry and Corrine to the game and then to my house afterwards. We played at St. Mary’s (80 to 34 our win!). Then everyone came to my house until midnight. We listened to music, danced a little in the play room. Mum had some snacks made for us. My tape recorder mic is broken so Mel took it home to fix it. He’s so nice and funny, such a nut. He flips me. We had tons of fun. Mum and Dad are just great. They invited everyone to come over for hamburgers on Sunday if they want. After the guys left, Mum took us over to Donna’s to spend the night, and we dreamed together. Mel! Mel! Mel! He kissed me goodnight too!! 

January 11, 1964 Saturday

Dear Diary, woke up at Donna’s about 8:15. We were supposed to wash cars for the freshman car wash, but I sort of had laryngitis for a while. Donna was plugged up too, and her parent’s car had a flat tire. Oh well. Mel called me at Donna’s, and he sounded sick. He’d planned on going to the car wash to see me and get his car washed, but since we didn’t go that didn’t happen. Corrine went and washed cars with Vince Larson who everyone calls Moose. She likes him. He said he’d meet her at the dance on Friday. I don’t know if he initiated that or if Corrine is being pushy and imagined it. Mum picked up Donna and me, and we went to Christown Mall. I got capris and a blouse for tomorrow. Mel went to the movies tonight. Oh well… 

January 12, 1964 Sunday

Dear Diary, it’s 5:30, and I’m still hoping Mel will call. I still have Francais devoirs. Have to conjugate a bunch of verbs. Ugh. Easy but boring. No one came over today for hamburgers. Evan had to go to work at 1:00. Donna and I went to the Fox Theater to see Move Over Darling with Doris Day and James Garner. Pretty funny. We (family) might go see Four for Texas tonight. So that’s all. FLASH: Mel is coming over at 7:00!! Ernie and Donna too. 

January 13, 1964 Monday

Dear Diary, normally I love school, but not Algebra. It’s first period so I’m late a lot and that doesn’t make Mr. Levitz any too happy. I’ll be lucky to get a B in the class. I got a B on the test today, but I’ve flunked two tests and gotten an A on one and another B on one. Other than that, school wasn’t bad today. I discovered one of my girlfriends, Sharon Pritchard, is going with a senior I knew back when I was in 3^rd grade and he was in 7^th. She’s bringing him to the school wrestling match tomorrow. We’ll talk over old times when we were kids. Walked over to Corrine’s after school. Mel was there. He’s so sweet. He’s going to the wrestling match too. Moose invited Corrine to a hayride on the 25^th so I guess it’s for real. She likes him for sure. 

January 14, 1964 Tuesday

Dear Diary, this day started out good for one reason…looking forward to seeing Mel at the wrestling match after school. I now know I should have been more understanding, but I’m pigheaded. He was in a real bad mood, and I got angry with him. He wasn’t his usual sweet, funny self which irritated me. He hardly spoke, eyes on the match the whole time. I saw Sharon on the other end of the bleachers, and I would’ve gone over there but Mel wouldn’t get up. One of the freshman boys sitting behind us played with my hair for a while, telling me how it felt like silk. Even that didn’t get any reaction from Mel. He drove Corrine and me home, and I wouldn’t sit by him. I didn’t even kiss him goodbye. I hopped out of the car and slammed the door. When I got in my room, I cried. I’d stop for a minute and then think of how selfish I am and cry more. I felt like hell. When he called, relief poured through me so I could hardly talk. He’s depressed. We talked from 8:00 to 10:00. He thinks deep about life and things, and it depresses him. I know exactly how he feels. This makes me love him more. I sure hope he feels better.

“Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.”

Dear Diary, Episode One

Dear Diary is a serialized account of one girl's teen years in the 1960s. Although based on my own diaries, the story is fiction. The angst, family drama, and joy are real enough for teenagers in any era. This is an experiment for me. I'm sharing with you the rough, first draft, the skeleton, of what could become a novel.

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On the following pages is my life from January 1 through December 31, 1964. Freshman and Sophomore years at Columbus High School. Go Stallions! My best friend in grade school, Janice Schmidt, gave me this diary for 8th grade graduation. I’m fourteen, 5’5”, blonde (made blonder by Gentle and Blonde), and I weight 124. I live with my mother, father, sister (Sandy age 11), and my brother (Davie age 2). 

DON'T YOU DARE! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, BE SMART AND PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT!!! THIS IS THE PRIVATE PROPERTY OF JANELLE JOSIE WINSTON.

January 1, 1964 Wednesday

Dear Diary, Not much happened today. Hung around the house. Watched some TV. I had a wonderful Christmas. My main gift was a transistor tape recorder! Mum (I decided to call her that now. I think it sounds cool. So English like the Beatles) was sick most of the day. They came home stoned last night. I heard Daddy stumble into a door, and Mum say, “You’ll never drink rum again.” Then he said something about wine. Daddy didn’t look too bad this morning. I’m guessing Mum should never drink wine again. New Year’s Eve is always a big deal to them. This year, Mum’s dress was a white, sheath, with rhinestones and beads in swirls down the front. She looked sexy. Daddy patted her butt as they went out the door. The party this year was at Aunt Velda’s house. Of course, I was stuck babysitting Sandy and Davie. Sandy doesn’t really need babysitting. She babysits for neighbors sometimes but never real late like tonight. I wanted Denise to come here and spend the night, but Aunt Velda thought we’d get into trouble or something. She’s so strict. It’s no wonder Denise sneaks out when she can. Mum wouldn’t push the issue. I spent most of the night on the phone. 

January 2, 1964 Thursday

Dear Diary, school’s in again. Seems so silly to go back for two days. I nearly flipped out right after lunch. I walked with Donna down the hall to her next class. Larry Lowdon is always there too. He’s a senior and is so hot. She knows he turns me on. He lives next door to her so she sees him all of the time. Well, she just had to stop and ask him if he wanted a French fry. I stood dumbfounded. I hope I wasn’t drooling. He must be six feet tall, wavy blond hair, and the warmest blue eyes. I just have to get to know him. Another turn on—Gary Sanders—said hello to me twice today! He’s a sophomore. All I could do was say hi. Why do I freeze up like that?

 January 3, 1964 Friday

Dear Diary, school went as usual. Had an Art Club meeting right after school. I joined before Christmas. I also joined Pep Club. I think I need to be active in on-campus activities. It’ll look good in my records. Went to the football game with Donna and Janice. We played Flagstaff on our field. We almost won. Larry L. was just too much. We waited afterwards so I could see him walk out of the dressing room. But as my luck goes, he went the opposite way home and walked. We rushed over to Donna’s house to catch a glimpse. Got there just as he went in his house. At least I saw him. He’s wild. I’m crazy. O-o-o-o Fate just has to work my way. I guess Gary Sanders likes Darlene Davis. That’s the general assumption. I’ve seen them talking in the halls. I can’t say she isn’t pretty. Her blonde hair is real, but she has this attitude about her. Like she knows something the rest of us don’t. It’s kind of intimidating. Sure hope this weekend is fun. Corrine is having a party, but I don’t really know anyone she’s inviting that I’m dying to see. Her older brothers will probably invite some people too. I don’t much like them. Flash is nasty mouthed and Ed likes to tease me. Flash dropped out of school last year. Ed is a year past high school but still living at home. At least I don’t have much homework this weekend. 

January 4, 1964 Saturday

Dear Diary, Wow! How could I have thought this night wouldn’t turn out fun. Corrine had her party at 7:30 to midnight. I never had so much fun. He’s is too much. His name is Mel Allen, junior, 17, cute as they come. Goes to P.U. I thought I was lost when I told him how old I am but not so. If only, I hope, he asks Corrine about me. I must see him again. He’s an absolute nut. He had us all in stitches. He’s too much. I’ll simply die if I never see him again! I’m so sleepy I can’t write anymore but oh wow! 

January 5, 1964 Sunday

Oh, Dear Diary, I called over at Corrine’s today, and Mel was there with Ron helping clean up. My heart started pounding when I heard. She told him I was on the phone, and he wanted to talk to me. Man! He is really tough. He asked me what I was doing next Friday night. I hope I didn’t sound all girlie excited. He said that Corrine’s mom and dad, Corrine, Ron, Donna, Evan (Donna’s new boyfriend), Mel and I could go to Riverside! I didn’t know underage could even get in there. I know Mum and Dad have gone there to listen to country music and dance. I guess since Corrine’s parents would be with us, we could get in. I’m working on it. I sure hope my parents consent. I’m just ape over Mel. One of Donna’s friends called me. His name is Gary Tripp. He sounds nice. 

January 6, 1964 Monday

Dear Diary, tragedy. I talked to Mel tonight. He went over to Corrine’s and wanted me to meet him there, but I couldn’t go on such short notice. Plus, I’d already had the big row with the parents. I wasn’t even talking to them and to ask them if they’d take me over to Corrine’s for an hour would’ve just been impossible. He said some of the sweetest and nuttiest things. But like I said, tragedy. Young, young, young! Donna and I can’t go to the Riverside Friday night. I’m not on good terms with my parents. How could they? I am not that young! But they don’t trust Corrine’s parents. Oh, Mel! If he doesn’t call or come over tomorrow, I’ll know it’s all over. I’ll die, die. I’m mad over him. Gary T called too. He’s such a nut. What a crap ending to my day. I totally struggled with the science test. Ms. Chute loaded on the English homework. And now this. 

January 7, 1964 Tuesday

Dear Diary. The day was a drag man drag! I was so depressed. I had no pep for the pep club so I didn’t stay for the meeting. But I’m on better terms with the parents. Really what good does it do to linger on bad feelings? They really are super most of the time. Plus, Corrine came up with an idea. Corrine spent the night with me. Ron, Evan, and Mel came over for about an hour. Donna couldn’t make it. He’s still so cute and nutty. I flipped. Since we can’t go out Friday to the Riverside, Corrine’s going to have a very small get together at her house. I can’t wait till then. Gary called while Mel was here. Mel asked me who that Gary guy is. Whoa man! He wasn’t joking either. I sure like him.

“Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.”