Bowerbirds have this supple grey thing going on with their music. Warm like a cashmere sweater, but crisp like a fog that falls around you in askance of stillness. Not a fearful fog that wipes you clear of memory, but rather one that prompts introspection. A friendly, finding fog.
What Fun.
Entry Eighteen
Saturday, January 18 Weather marked as Rain.
Dear Diary,
Got report cards today this is my best yet. Got into “active”
Social Studies AEE Mr. Faulk
English BSS Miss Thompson
Drama AEE Miss Sellers
Math AEE Miss Hancock
Phys. Ed. ASS Mrs. Crosby
Spanish BSS Mrs. Nicholson
I think I should have gotten A in English, no complaints other wise. The ‘Love- Bug” is coming along very nicely. About the A9 party & Robert asking me to it–he didn’t. Took a bath & went to bed early. Hope it won’t rain tomorrow.
Adam Arcuragi strikes me as the modern equivalent to an 18th-century itinerate preacher. When those floorboards creak under his climb to the stage, women swoon and swearing men grow tame. The way he writhes around a microphone with an imploring Bayou passion is at once soothing and exhilarating. His rhythms rhyme and roll, and he deftly uses volume and tempo to allure, reeling you in, bringing you close before the crescendo where he leaves an everlasting mark. And there, where the scarlet double AA is burned onto your eardrum, is where he’ll stay. An aural memory that finds you in the finer of moments, a call to recollect the places you have been and the things that you have seen. Simply put, Adam Arcuragi harkens; he is a harkener. And what more is a Preacherman supposed to do?
Entry Seventeen
Friday Wed., January 17 Weather marked as Clear, and annotated Cold.
Dear Diary,
All the kids like my hair (except Elesa who insists on calling me baldy). Went to Dr. Cornelius to get a check-up. I don’t have to have corection any more. Angel, Mrs. Sellers & I rehearsed the “love” scean [scene] in “Love-Bug”. Ummm it was nice. Robert hasn’t asked me to the A9 party yet (hear’s hoping).
Here we have a little offering that caught my ear from a man named Elvis. No, not that Elvis. The other one. Perkins. So here it is. A little “Shampoo” from Elvis Perkins.
Entry Sixteen
Thursday, January 16 Weather marked as Clear.
Dear Diary,
I’ve been helping Mr. Faulk a lot and he says he’ll give me an “A” on my reportcard. Jean’s mom cut my hair and it looks good. My dress came today & it’s even prettier than I remembered.
Entry Fifteen
Wednesday Mon., January 15 Weather marked as Clear.
Dear Diary,
Nothing much happened today. Worked on “Love-Bug”. I asked Jean’s mother to cut my hair & she said yes. She’ll to it tomorrow.
Entry Fourteen
Tuesday, January 14 Weather marked as Clear.
Dear Diary,
Jean & me went to the show. Saw Joan of Ark it was pretty good. Gosh Diary, it doesn’t seem possible that in 2 weeks I’m graduating & moving. I feel kindda empty inside.
Editorial Note:
Here is a video montage made from Ingrid Bergman’s Joan of Arc directed by Victor Fleming (1948) seen by Lois on this date in 1951:
Entry Thirteen
Monday Sat., January 13 Weather marked as Clear, and annotated Windy.
Dear Diary,
Mommie & me went downtown today. I got my whole outfit. I got a tangerine Dress, a topper, a purse, shoes, hat, a sweater set, & a blouse. Man what a day. I also slept over Jeanies. Jean’s feet were extremely cold tonight. Burr.
Entry Twelve
Sunday, January 12 Weather marked as Cloudy.
Dear Diary,
Nothing much happened today. I baby sat this evening at Dorothy’s & Jimmies. Wendy and Trudy are wonderful.
Nostos Algos 