Marcy S., age 17, Tennessee

Dear Diary — I awoke just at daybreak and thought I would never get back to sleep. I did want morning to come so badly. At last I dropped off and didn’t wake up till 6:00 when I heard Mom and Dad in the kitchen. At 6:30 Dad called me. I stuck my head out through a long rent in the sheet and said, “Boo!” 

We all hurried through breakfast and at 8:00 were still working frantically when we had planned to be starting. Daddy took his car and went after some things. About 8:10 I went up to say ’bye to Helen. Mrs. Marney stopped me to hear all the details and to expound on the advantages of my navy slacks. At last I got to Helen’s, spoke to darling Dickie, and hurried back to the car, followed by Helen carrying Barbara. Mrs. McClure and Mrs. Waterhouse came to express their desire to go with us and to wish us a happy vacation. With a few pecks of kisses and a big hug for and from Barbey, we were off. 

Dear Diary, even then I feared something might have happened to keep Mary from going, and on the way over a black cat crossed our path. But I’m not superstitious and “faithed” for all I was worth. As we came in sight of Farmers’ house, there was Mary on the porch, clad in slacks, and armed with boxes. Mrs. Farmer and William hovered near and they all came out to the car. I was almost afraid to believe that it was true. That Mary and I would be together for two months. 

She just had one small over-night bag and the rest boxes. We packed them in the back of the car. Mrs. Farmer gave Mother some jars of apple butter and a pair of Nylon hose. Mary handed me a birthday present which I put in the car. Soon Daddy drove up and I got in his car while Mother and Mary rode in ours. The last good-byes and we were off. 

It seemed so — well, rather natural and yet not real. We kept right behind them and made very good time. I gave Daddy a concert and he said he liked it. It was very warm — hot — and my slacks were not exactly cool. Most of the way I sang “My Sister and I.” We stopped at Sterns to see if I wanted to change cars but although D’s business was at Sterns, he decided to go on with us until lunch time, so I stayed in the same one. 

Mother said for us to start looking for a nice lunch spot around 12:00 and when they stopped across from a service station way out in the sticks of Kanetuck, a little after 11:00, Dad and I decided Mother had “to go.” But instead they were hungry and thought it was a nice place to eat. We all piled out and Mary was feeling fine — it still seemed unreal. She kept thinking she was dreaming. When Dad opened his thermos bottle of tea it was all cracked, having taken a couple of headfirst tumbles on the floor before I finally put it in my lap.