My Bad

Dear Cassandra  Nov 21, 1969 – Today is Erik’s birthday, he is 8 years old.  

I

have a confession to make and I am much ashamed of it. I was putting Jeanette’s underwear away and I saw a letter from Cindy Harris. I don’t know why but I read it.  It is the first time I have ever read anybody else’s mail without permission. I feel terribly guilty.  I am appalled to say that Cindy shows signs of becoming as boy crazy as (her sister) Heidi. I certainly hope not.  Au Revoir.

Nov. 30, 1969 – Dear Cassandra,

I told Jeanette about reading Cindy’s letter and she didn’t get mad.

Well it’s the end of November.  But it’s getting closer to Christmas. Which reminds me Jeanette and I went Christmas shopping last Monday.  I bought Jeanette a wallet that she had admired earlier, Ole a book called “Ironside” from a T.V. program, Peter and Erik a truck and jeep (vice versa), Daddy a new Tarzan book – no. 23. Charlotte a dish set (I also bought her one for her first birthday and Mummy bought her a set last Christmas – both are distributed around the house and Mummy a bottle of rose cologne.  I hope they all like what I bought.

I would like to say something of relative importance to my life. On January 8^th, 1968 I had my first period. You may think it’s silly but that’s when you start to grow up. I am having my period right now. I was worried that I got it so late. I wrote to Ninette about it. I should get a reply on Monday or Tuesday. Her birthday is on Thursday. My mother says I shouldn’t buy her anything so I’m going to try and let my dad phone her at his factory next Sunday. I think he’ll let me. I hope so. It would be nice to talk to her again.

Jocelyn has quit school but I’ll still be seeing her around. She may come to my house next Saturday.

I have become quite sociable of late and I am happier than I have been for two years, since we moved from Burlington. I am quite upset because last night I again dreamed of Clifford Hunt. It has me quite worried. I should also say I have become quite cool towards my “romance” with Tom and Walter. I suppose I am silly but at present I am not in love with anyone though I am still fond of David Selby and Bobby Sherman. I feel guilty that I wish I could marry David because he is married and has a new son. Can a person really help it though? Well, I leave you with that question. Good night.

NOTE:  I had quite the little conscience, didn’t I?  So I did write a little something about menstruation after all but not the low drama that I gave it an earlier notation.  I seem to go up and down in my love stories, now I like them, now I don’t. Now I can take them, now I can’t.  Curiously I do not write anything critical, curious or anything about Jocelyn dropping out of school which kind of seems odd but again, the diary is about me and not my friends at this point in time.  True analysis of the outside world really doesn’t come to me until after I finish school . . . but that’s a long way off at 16.