|Source: Dear Diary....|
It is rare thing to grab a random day’s memories from say, July 20, 1968. Just a few words of a memory, but somehow those words piece together who I was on that day.
Forgotten diaries reveal so much, maybe too much sometimes.
July 20, 1968: Grandma Cardiff is moving out of her apartment. This makes me so sad. She has a lot of packing to do. I started a “hope chest” today with some of her linens and glasses.
Translation: My grandma had been widowed in 1965, which sent her into a traveler’s life. This new apartment was close to my high school, and I could walk there, spend the nights. It was my escape place, removed from the farm and its demands. Now she was moving off again. She gave me some of her treasured dishes and embroidered pillow cases. She made me feel happy and loved, and now she was off again.
July 20, 1968: Astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrain landed on the moon safely. Neil Armstrong took the first step on the moon.
Translation: I had graduated high school six weeks before. I was heading to college, after herculean work to obtain a scholarship. The news had been following the projected moon-landing. In the middle of the night for our area, I watched it while my family slept. The volume was on low, but the excitement was not. That day was one of future possibilities—for me.
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