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:
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.
Went Horseback riding with T.T. after wards we ate & sang around a fire. Audreys father took us to Temple. He looks much different than I thought. I’m very sore from the idiotic horse I was riding it was ready for the glue factory. It was an experience I hope never to forget. My horse’s name was Teddy.
Went miniature golf with kids—Erwin and etc got home at 1:20. Decorated for G.A.A. Spread.