Today I worked in the yard. Then tonite I went roller skating with T.T. with Paul. Afterwards we went the Gaylords for refreshments, ping-pong, etc.
When Paul took me home he told me I was real cute & a bunch of other stuff. I’m crazy I know but it just didn’t affect me. Here he carried on about how nice I was & everything it didn’t even please me where-as if Bob would have just told me (he wasn’t there) it was a nice day I’ed get goose-pimples down & up my spine. Early in the evening Nancy told me Joan Sterns had told her that her & “Bob” were going out tomorrow evening. Nancy also said he went to a beach party tonite. Well, that started it. All night I kept thinking about him. And when Paul was kissing me good-night, I was thinking about Bob & what he was doing then & of all the good-times we’ve had together & how guilty I felt about kissing Paul. Then when I got in the house I started thinking more & more about Bob. And then absent-mindedly I started singing “I Wonder Whose Kissing Him Now” & “You Made Me Love You” and “I Wish I Didn’t Love You So” and now I realize another thing. When I used to come home from a date with Bob, I used to go straight to sleep. But with Paul, I have to wash & brush my teeth. I wonder if that means anything! Another thing, I’m beginning to appreciate the way Bob kissed me. It was much more smoother, softer, lighter, spine-tinglinger, etc. etc. When Paul kisses me, its blah, blaah & more blaah. On the whole it was a nice evening. Ritchie brock up with Zella. Hip-Hip-Hooray. I wonder why. I looked very nice in the new slacks I got yesterday. Got in at 12:50.
Oh, poor Lois. Just for kicks, try to envision Lois moping around her room singing “You Made Me Love You” and pretending she’s Doris Day, a la this amazingly Technicolor video:
Went in town to usher for 3 wishes for Jaime it was terrific.
Nancy’s party was a lot of fun. Played ping-pong –vollyball – bad-mintin & danced. Bob was there. Joan Sterns managed to stick her hooks into him. So when I saw what she had done I asked him if he would take me home. He sayed yes much against his will. Coming home (he took Joan home too of course) he took Joan home first as it was closer. As soon as he had walked her to her to her door, he came back. As we pulled away he started to tell me that “I was very inconsiderate and I knew darn well I could’ve gotten a ride home with someone else, and why in the world did I do it and for a girl that thought she had brains I sure acted awful.” I felt like telling him what kind of a girl Joan is, but I guess its up to him to find out for himself. He’s sure in for a big letdown. When he asked me why I did it I felt like telling him 7 little words. “All is fair, in love and war.” But I didn’t. I didn’t say a word coming home when we got to my house I opened my door & sayed good-night. He turn off the ignition & walked me to the door (almost that is—to the breeze way) he then sayed I should forget what he said. I then said “I guess you were right.” He said he was, said good-night & started to leave. I then sayed “would you like to know why I did it.” He sayed yes & I said “never mind – good-night – have a good time tomorrow.” I went straight to my room with out saying a word to the folks who were in the living room and for no reason at all I started crying. I got undressed & no sooner did I get into bed when mom came in. She asked what was the matter, I told her nothing that I just wanted to get to sleep as I was tired. I guess I didn’t sound very convincing as she persisted in asking what was wrong & why was I crying & who brought me home. I told her Bob did & she then asked if I was crying cause he didn’t kiss me good-night or something like that. I said no which was the truth. She then asked if it were about some other guy I then told her that I’ve never cryed over any guy other than Bob & I wasn’t starting in now and as it was it was only the second time I was crying over him.
I hope he askes Joan out soon so he’ll find out as soon as possible how & what she really is. I still yern for him and long for his kisses and most of all his love.
Lois ushered for a production of Three Wishes For Jamie directed by Albert Lewis that was staged at the Philharmonic Auditorium in Los Angeles. An integral facet of the architecturally significant ring around Pershing Square, the Auditorium was a Southern California belle until the L.A. Philharmonic left her for the flashier digs of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in 1964. This move sealed old Audi’s fate, and she met the wrecking ball in 1985 (because Los Angeles City Planners have no soul). For a touching tribute to the old dame, read this article from the Los Angeles Times titled ‘Mildred Pierce’ remembers downtown L.A.’s Philharmonic Auditorium.
First day of summer school. I like my classes have Mr. Colburn – Science – 704, Miss Medina – Spanish –561. Bob didn’t act very nice to me. When I went into the auditorium Bob saw me and turned around quick so I wouldn’t see him. Later in the day I was walking up the 700 Building stairs & Bob was walking down. I smiled & said hello! He looked the other way muttered something & ran off. And after all that stuff he told me. When I got home I cryed my eyes out.
Monday, June 23 Weather marked as half Clear, half Cloudy
Worked alllll day at Temple decorating for Starlight Fiesta with Maria & Nancy & Jimmy & some older kids. When I got home Bob called & asked me out. Later he called back & said he was too tired & broke our date.
11:00 o’clock P.M. Maria called & told me Bob was at the Temple & that they would pick me up. Sooo Bob & Maria picked me up. While we were there I got some ceramic things for Mommie. Bob took me home. We came in & put the things in the house we then sat in the car till 12:30 and talked at 12:30 we went for a drive—we drove to McKinley Home & stopped there. We talked & cleared up a lot of things. He said that he thought I’m quite confused. I’m not afraid or anything like that. It’s just that: well, I’m not sure that I want to do it. Oh well, time will tell. No matter which way I make up my mind I’ll regret it. The thing is—which way should I regret?
Bob’s going to Summer School at Van Nuys High.
The McKinley Home where our young lovers parked was founded by Reverend and Mrs. Uriah Gregory as part of the Industrial Home Society, and took its name in honor of President William McKinley following his assassination. Here the Reverend and his wife took in and cared for orphaned, homeless and abused children on a 33-acre ranch in Artesia.
Following demands for their services after World War I, the Home necessarily expanded its facilities to accommodate 100 to 250 boys and relocated to Van Nuys in 1923, thanks largely to gifts from Mr. Mericos Whittier and the Kiwanis Club of Los Angeles. Then the boom which followed the Second World War precipitated the construction of the Ventura 101 freeway, which cut the Home’s property in half—shrinking the campus from 200 acres to just 30. Thus the Home again relocated to San Dimas where new facilities opened in 1961, and where it remains today as the McKinley Children’s Center.
The site where our teens tickled one another’s fancy is currently a shopping mall. To get a feeling for what the Home was like, might I suggest reading “Education of a Felon” by Edward Bunker.
The last day of school. I never thought I could feel this way. Bob & me, Lynn & Ricky went to the Aloha Dance. The band was terrific. Bob and I danced the bunny-hug the latter part of the dance. Afterwards we came to my house. Lynn & Rick went on the patio & Bob & I stayed inside. I can’t express my emotions, I can’t seem to put my feelings into words. Afterwards—Mom came home & went to bed & we continued—Lynn & Rick wouldn’t go back out so we did! I’de say he loves me! He wants me to wear his letterman sweater. Tonite I kissed Bob for the first time standing up—which I like—and lying down. I like that too. He’s so wonderful—I just hope it lasts. Oh if only it would last: although I’m not quite sure about the way I fell about him…