Marcy S., age 16, Tennessee


Dear Diary — Cloudy. Got in a good practice after breakfast. Helen and her Daddy left on the 6:00 bus in the rain. About noon I took my halter goods up to Mrs. McCarter to cut them out. She decided to make them for me, too. I didn’t object. Barbey was asleep. 

In the afternoon I sat out on the porch and read “Little Men.” The sun and blue sky came out and it was so lovely and fresh. Mrs. McCarter and Barbey went to the paper mill. I took some music to Miss Denton’s and as I was coming back I met them returning, followed by a little stray kitten. It was cute but not wanted. We put it off on kind-hearted George who transferred it to the colored girl Elise to deposit in some dark alley. I read some more. The book is so sweet. Mary phoned to say her Mother was rather unfavorable yesterday, fearing that Mary would get sick up there, but that she was in a better mood today. My faith wavered a bit and the sun wasn’t so bright when I came out again but I must believe! 

George was quite put out when I informed him that I would have to play nursemaid tonight instead of read to him. We arranged, however, to get together at 8:00 when Mrs. Jones was to return. I went up to Mrs. McCarter at her summons and the halters were finished. Quick work! It was very cloudy by that time and by the time I was through my bath we were having a glorious rain storm, wind and all the trimmings. I sat in the living room and read “Little Men” till George came at 5:30 for me to sup with him. I persuaded him to wait a few minutes longer and then we ran over through the rain. George slammed the door in my umbrella’s face as his idea of a joke. Mr. Tommy told him it was very rude, but I’m used to such treatment now. Looked at magazines till time to eat. George called into use his worst table manners and you can imagine what an enjoyable meal I had. After supper the boarders and eaters all gathered in the living room to “chew the fat” and I happened to have left my handkie on the davenport. A strange man was sitting on it and I had not the courage to disturb him and retrieve it. 

A little after 6:30 I went home to find Mom and Dad in the process of dressing for the Tindall’s buffet supper. About ten till 7:00 I took my book and went over to the Joneses’. The rain had stopped meantime and the sky was bright with peach, orange, pink and all colored clouds, rising out of the brilliant west whence the departed sun lay. You would never have guessed that it was nearly 7:00. Mr. Jones welcomed me and made me comfortable in the living room (rather bare compared to Johnstone-days). Soon Mrs. Jones came down from putting the children to bed and told me she thought they would go to sleep but if they should yell loud and long enough for me to go up and talk to them. I had visions of racking my brain for a fairy story while baby Hugh amused himself by pulling my hair. All went well, however, and I enjoyed “Little Men” very much. It didn’t seem possible that tomorrow was Thursday. Tempus fugit. 

Presently, though, an unpleasant obstacle presented itself in the form of my having to relieve myself. I wasn’t acquainted with the interior of the house very well and therefore didn’t know where the light switches would be likely to be. I decided that the only thing to do would be to go outside and, after a lot of wandering around in the dark and clicking on the wrong lights I finally determined to get out that front door if it woke up the whole house. It made a terrible racket but I pulled with all my might and was at last rewarded by nearly being knocked down with the impact. I hastily attended to the business of the moment and got safely back in with as little noise as possible. I heard moving-about upstairs and, fearing they would think it was a burglar tip-toeing around, I walked natural and was soon back in my chair with no harm done. 

Eight o’clock arrived and no Mrs. Jones. At 8:30 George came out and began signaling with his flash light. He ventured to yell out and inquire into my delay. I in a stage-whisper explained that they hadn’t yet returned — I supposed she had gone to the rehearsal. He gave up and I read in peace till about 9:15 when she returned. Mom and Dad had come just a few minutes earlier. Mrs. Jones asked me how much they owed me and I said, “Nothing at all — I was glad to do it.” So! Home I went and Mom told all about the rehearsal, the groom, and other persons of interest. I can hardly wait for tomorrow night.