August 27, 1972
“*I’m watching Action News. I saw Midsummer Night’s Dream again. I finished “Tallulah” and found remarkable resemblances between the late Miss Bankhead and myself: we both hate two things–going to bed and getting up. Debbi is on a weeklong excursion to Canada alone with Tom. Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but . . *.”
…and you’re destroying this?
1970 and '71 are officially “history.” I am finding it very theraputic to consign my crappy childhood to the shredder. Tomorrow, 1972 bites the dust.
:eek: Before you trash 1974 forever, what was your entry for January 31st???
Max
Eve, don’t you yet realise what a market you’ve created for this stuff? Publish the diaries on a members-only website, charge even $1 for membership and you’ll feel the benefit before long!
Or you can charge a dollar to each fascinated doper who wants to know what you were doing on the day they were born, or in my case, married.
::hands Eve a virtual buck::
So please, before you consign 1974 to the shredder, what happened on December 21st?
P.S. “Those theater people have mouths like the Holland Tunnel!” is just way too good to throw out willy nilly.
OK, I’ll be home late tonight—Girls’ Night Out—but I’ll look up Jan. 31 and Dec. 21, 1974 . . .
How about December 31, 1974? Some kind of New Year’s Party no doubt.
Grr, one of these days I will learn to uncheck the “show signature” box, I promise!
You CANT shred those! Oh Eve!! Yes, they’re dull, but it’s a good kind of dull.
After my mother passed away, we found her diaries from when she was first married and having us kids. Every day was basically just a list of all the errands she ran, it made us tired just reading it all. She never sat still. She recorded what she made for dinner every night, apparently my Dad would get pissed if he had the same kind of meal too often in a month.
Dull? Yes. But entertaining in an odd sort of way. A different perspective of the person, at least.
Well, as you can see, “Girls’ Night Out” fell through. Bitches.
Jan. 31, 1974
“I saw two wonderful shows on TV, In Search of Ancient Mysteries [note: remember I am 16 years old here–a very gullible 16], a sequel to In Search of Ancient Astronauts, and The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman, a lovely, moving show starring Cicley Tyson. I also saw Her Majesty, Love, with Marilyn Miller, and am now watching the hysterical Gracie Allen in A Lady in Distress. I feel mostly better today except for some trouble with my stomach. My hair is a horrid sight but I can’t take a shower till I can stand up a few minutes without collapsing. Oh, shit, I have to return to art school Saturday and all I want is sleep for the rest of my life! [note: nothing changes]* I got my report card: English–A; Spanish–incomplete; US History–C; Art–B; Gym–C; Foods–P; Photography–B.*”
Dec. 21, 1974
“I’m lying here listening to the Cabaret record album Nancy gave me tonight. Julianne gave me a book about Marilyn! I had a jolly night. I drove to Nancy’s and stalled out in the middle of Belmont Hills! In the rain! Nancy drove me home; Dad drove me back and got the car started. I have a biggie English test, on Lord Jim, next week. I still don’t have my art assignment. I ran into Mr. Glavin today–he is SO gorgeous. I just melt every time I see him. Vickie told me Flossie’s stepfather died; fathers seem to be dropping like flies lately. I’ve been getting more than my share of obnoxious remarks from some slob I don’t even know. I’m accepted at the University of Indiana in Pennsylvania!!”
December 31, 1974
"This is the first year I won’t be writing in here just as the ball drops, as I’ll be at Laurel Greenberg’s and Jesse Green’s New Year’s Party. Poor Becky is sick and is staying home from her party, which suits her just as well. Actually, it would suit me just as well, too. I hope there won’t be any drugs, and I hope I can get a ride home. 1974 wasn’t so bad, really–I spent a nice, if hectic, summer at Lower Merion Children’s Theater, I met Becky and Eric. In 1975 I’ll graduate high school, hopefully leave home for college, and hopefully start a brand-new life. Well, optimistic thoughts (ha) and a Happy New Year."
Eve don’t burn them they are gorgeous. Is there not some way you can hide them that means they won’t be found again until long after your dead? Then you can let fait find them in the future if it wants to.
I really like that last entry. 
I have no dates to nominate as I didn’t exist in the '70s. Did you end up going to IUP? I’m dying of suspense!
Nope, went to Towson State, in Baltimore.
Did you meet John Waters back when you were keeping the diary, and, if so, is he ever mentioned in the diary?
OK, before 1974 is toast, what about April 2?
Let’s see, I stopped keeping the diary on April 4, 1977, the eve of my 20th birthday. I don’t think I met John till 1980, though I may have met Edie Massey before then.
April 2, 1974
“I’m sitting here watching the 46th Academy Awards–can’t wait to see Robert Redford, he’s so sexy! I’m staying up late despite a driving lesson at 7:50 and an unstudied-for Spanish test 2nd period. I couldn’t get to sleep last night, I was so excited about having talked to Bette Davis! I was exhausted today. I think we have a meeting of Little Theater tomorrow concerning next year. I do hope I can get to sleep tonight. I’m probably using scenes from Play It Again, Sam for my audition. We didn’t go outside for gym today, thank goodness. Susan Hayward is supposed to be a presenter on the Oscars tonight; Vickie says she’s very ill. Last night Bette said she hopes Glenda Jackson wins.”
Wow, thanks Eve!
I see we had a similar evening, except that rain in Belmont Hills was snow in Abington.
That is so cool to know what the lovely and glamorous Eve was doing on the evening I was born! Thanks so much!