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| 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.
What will I read
next?
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