Marcy S., age 16, Tennessee

Dear Diary — I think keeping my diary faithfully for a week merits some kind of celebration. What shall it be?

Nice and sunny first thing in morning. I went to Sunday School and played for the little ones. Geneva was late or else I was early. No Ruth or Pan there. Mrs. Regan took our class. Sat with Ella in church. Another fine sermon by Mr. Jones. Miss Wolfe ordered a song in which she pronounced that word “swong.” Excuse me for laughing. Mr. Jones is coming to Christian Education this afternoon. I’m so glad! 

Mom and Dad had gone to Episcopal Church when I got home. I sat out on the porch and read the funnies. It began to cloud up. Regardless of the day, the two older Jones boys had to slide down the red clay bank. When Helen came from church I informed her that she was to lead this afternoon. You may guess whether she thanked me or not. Just as Mom and Dad came it started to rain. I said good-bye to my lovely curls but, strange to say, they didn’t disappear altogether. A glorious blowy rain with dark clouds that made the trees all the greener. 

All during dinner the “battle of the elements” raged (mildly speaking) and by the time I had finished the dishes the sun and blue sky reigned supreme. I fetched Helen and we went for a walk. We decided upon Mossop and after a long hot walk we finally got there. We went up the left road to the pool (artificial) and there under the cool wet trees we rested and amused ourselves. I just couldn’t get cool, though. First we “sailed” a long graceful piece of wood. Helen pushed it with a stick at her end and it glided beautifully to my end where I gave it a shove with what used to be a broom. We made it dive down and then it would come up “head first” with a splash. Thrice my foot slipped off the concrete rim and paid an extremely short visit to the neighboring mud holes. We got so tickled. Once I threw my stick in the water at Helen’s end with some force and she got a mild splashing. Only once, though, ’cause she threatened to throw hers at me. We floated a box and at length espied a dilapidated chair nearby. We immediately launched it and, after pushing it back and forth a few minutes, Helen fished it out and was just in the act of setting it right side up at the water’s edge when the chair dove back in, almost taking Helen with it. The second attempt was successful and we left it where we had found it. About 3:00 we departed and left the fogs to croak in peace. 

We stopped at Mary’s a few minutes and talked. Helen allowed us approximately three minutes alone together and Mary said that Mr. Byrd would gladly let her off to go to Canada and he’d keep the job open for her. Mary was planning to take a driving lesson so Helen and I speedily took our departure. We arrived at the church before anyone else and I played the piano. Soon Ella, Clay, and Earl came. It was 4:20 before Mr. Jones, who had been out calling, put in an appearance but we waited for him. Helen led. Mr. Jones had his car so he drove us home afterwards. Helen said she was glad because Ella and Clay had been after poor Earl to take me home — poor helpless little me! 

Helen’s parents weren’t at home so she came down with me. George wandered over and presently, Barbey returned with her mother and came, too. When the sisters left George and I sat in his front yard. Then we went down to Bowman’s corner, although George had strict orders from headquarters not to venture near there again today (he had spent the afternoon with them). Little Madge got permission to go up to George’s and I helped them cut out material for a balloon barrage. Soon Mr. Tommy drove up and came over to watch us. Meantime George had asked me to eat supper with him, and all my objections were overruled. Milton was rendering numerous coronet solos, accompanied by Evelyn. Mr. T. remarked that Milton’s playing was better than his singing. About 6:00 George and I went in and ate supper with Mr. Tommy. Somehow he reminds me of Joe Conry — no offense intended. I left my gum on my dinner plate by mistake and it went the way of all garbage. 

After supping I went out en route home. George and Tommy were sitting in the front yard and Tommy called out, “Don’t be in a hurry.” I replied that I was just going to take my glasses home. Mom and Dad were eating supper and reminded unnecessarily that there were only places set for two. (I usually eat another supper when I come from George’s but this time I was full.) When I went back out Mrs. Burgess, Marie, Helen, Mrs. M., and Barbey were sitting on the McCarter’s porch and Barbey called out for me to come up. So up I went. 

We girls sat in the swing and talked. Fuzzy was up on the topmost limb of a nearby, rather frail tree, fast asleep. We feared she would fall out in her sleep. Disaster would be inevitable because the tree was pretty high. Getting tired of sitting, the four of us ran out in the yard to catch fire flies, but an evergreen tree at the corner of the manse soon attracted us and, as in old Loft days, we picked the hard little balls and threw them at each other. Barbey participated by getting in our way and heading for the bank at the wrong time. 

At about 7:00 we took Barbara up to her mother and Marie, Helen, and I went walking to town. Beautiful night. Marie is too fond of spicy gossip but she’s nicer than a lot of girls. She told us all about Mississippi. Coming back, she related an odd story, fairy, to be exact, that was in an eleventh grade reader. It was about dragons and the power of faith. It will do the next time George begs me for a story. 

When we returned we sat on the top step and gazed at the full moon floating through the heavens. George, Mr. Tommy, and some borders were talking in Clure’s yard and George, at the command of Tommy no doubt, kept calling to Evelyn, requesting her to play certain numbers. So we had a moonlight concert. Marie and Helen confessed their hunger and while they went to satisfy it, I kept vigil with the moon. Soon Mrs. Burgess and Marie left but Helen and I stayed on the steps and talked. It was so lovely. 

George and Mr. Tommy went up to call on Evelyn when the concert at last ceased. At 9:00 (about) Daddy called me and I reluctantly went in and washed the dishes — how unromantic! Mom had already retired. The June night was almost as bright as the day, due to the moon.