Marcy S., age 16, Tennessee


Dear Diary — Beautiful day. Not up till 8:30. Mom and I ate breakfast out on the screened-in back porch and it was lovely. She thought my card was so cute. While eating, a colored girl came with a gift from Mother Lane and Mrs. Rodgers stopped by with some jelly and a gift card. About 10:00 Mrs. Mildred came down with some flowers, two gifts, card, and jelly. She visited a few minutes. This is the best birthday Mother has ever had! I’m glad so many people remembered her. 

After lunch I sat on the porch and read. It was rather sad but then was funny in parts. Somehow, though, I felt like crying and when Mary called about 3:30 and told me she mightn’t be able to go with us because her father was quite sick, I felt absolutely awful! Mary said I sounded so different — not at all like myself. I couldn’t trust my voice, though, which explained why I didn’t talk much. Mary hasn’t been able to see the doctor yet. Ohh! all faith seemed to have left me and I didn’t know what what to do. I told Mother the terrible news but didn’t dwell on the subject very long — Mom tried to cheer me up but I was down in the depths. 

After my bath I felt I had to get out and walk or do something so I started. Didn’t get any further than Arthur Burton’s where that gentleman was actually cutting the grass in the front yard! I teased him awhile till George from the back yard called for me to come and play some badminton. I nearly fainted at the honor but accepted gladly and we pinged for quite awhile. I jumped and stretched and ran and went through all sorts of acrobatics to show George I could play. He commended my valiant efforts and said I was improving. I have determined to learn to really play badminton and to drive an airplane some day. The former desire is more likely to be realized. 

We almost roasted but the lively game took my mind off the disappointing telephone conversation. We finally wisely decided to rest and adjourned to the recreation room just off the terrace where a man was upholstering a seat. We watched him and George lent him a hand. When he left we went out and played some more. In just that short rest time I had gotten very sore and rather stiff and after the second game I could hardly move without great discomfort. 

Home about 6:00. John Adcock in soldier’s uniform was just leaving — he had been visiting with Mom and Dad. After supper Daddy went to a State Guard meeting and I read. At 7:30 Mom and I listened to a crime play on the radio. When it was about half over George phoned for me to come over and play a game. Mother didn’t object so I went. Miss Avery was there (she is staying with them while Clure is away) and Geneva. We four played a gamed called “Numerica.” Rather complicated at first but interesting when you once fathom it. George had great difficulty in keeping his numbers straightened out. Geneva dropped out but the rest of us played on. I won! 

We were just contemplating another game when Mother called me. It was 9:00. She was listening to the Joe Louis-Jimmy Conn fight on the radio. It was the tenth round. Just as I was finishing the dishes Mother called out to say that it looked as if Conn was going to win! Joe Louis was pretty badly beaten. I almost dropped a dish. And then in the thirteenth round Mother “yelled,” “He’s out; they’re counting.” I rushed into the living room just in time to hear the referee’s 6-7-8-9-10! I thought it was Louis who was out and was just preparing to have a fit when Mom corrected me — Conn was last. I cheered then. I’m glad Louis won — he’s a good clean fighter. Mother said that Conn tripped or something once and Louis waited till he got up instead of hitting him when he was down — the audience applauded. Then the announcer made a little patriotic talk which ended it very nicely. 

Just after we turned it off Daddy came in and greeted Mother’s, “Oh, Daddy, I wish you could have heard the fight,” with “I did hear it.” Then we discussed it and I got ready for bed. And guess what, Diary? Daddy is first Lieutenant in the army! He will have a uniform and everything. They wanted him to be the Captain but he doesn’t have the time. I did cheer then! Lieutenant Watkins — how romantic! Mother remarked that not many girls were that glad to have their papas in the army but just so he doesn’t have to fight. I sang then and was at the heights. Faith returned and I felt equal to anything.