My diary - October 30- November 1, 1972
- Susan Fisch Good
- Aug 1
- 2 min read
October 30, 1972 Mon.
Dear Flowers:
I got a B on my composition!!! We had assembly 1st period, a movie on basketball. Math test mas o menos probably flunked. Stayed for Drama. We’re trying to think of what to do for Xmas thats original. Pretended we were robots. Came home on bus. Finished Science outline. Read on “Willow Hill.
BYE!!!
Note: Mas o menos means more or less.
There was a school bus that could take you home, Mom usually picked us up.
Mr. Lucas made Drama fun and included us all in decision-making, which we all appreciated.
Willow Hill by Phyllis A. Whitney is a story of four good friends dealing with racial tension and change.
October 31, 1972 Mon. (actually Tuesday)
Dear Flowers:
Happy Halloween! I got an 88 on Spanish test, 90 on math & 100 on spelling. My lucky day. Gisela came home with me. Went to C.C. for tennis. We played ping-pong. Saw El Loco. It was pretty much fun but I had more fun other times. Got to study. I’ve studied for P.E. Wish me luck & have to study for Science. Nicas went trick-or-treating. Loads of people came to our house.
BYE!!!
Note: Halloween wasn’t a holiday in Nicaragua, but lots of Nicas (Nicaraguans) knew we were American, so they came trick-or-treating to our house. I am not sure what we gave out as a treat, but our house was not egged.
I wish I could remember who El Loco was, as he is mentioned often in my diary.
November 1, 1972 Tues (actually Wednesday)
Dear Flowers:
Happy all Saint’s Day. Science test hard also P.E. test!! Yeaks. Stayed lab did experiments with dice. Came home typed on outline. We went to 5:00 mass. Typed some more. Ate. Got to study for History & Spanish wish me luck. Mom’s sick. Please make her get better soon. Dad leaving tomorrow for New York. I hope & pray he has a safe trip & comes home soon.
BYE!!!
Note: Mom had gotten hepatitis when we lived in Colombia, and sometimes she would have recurring issues.
I always worried when my Dad traveled that his plane would crash. I would make him promise that it wouldn’t. He always did, although I knew deep down that he didn’t have that kind of power.
Being shy, I only spoke to Henri a few times during our occasional social visits at the condo. I never really got to know him. While this isn't necessarily the forum for it, it would be interesting to learn about his early life; what it was like as a child, how he was able to immigrate to Ecuador, what it was like to assimilate there..... These are stories of the Greatest Generation; we dare not forget, as history can certainly repeat itself. Respect.
Thanks for photos! It's fortunate you live in a rural enough setting to have these critters visit. I'm in the heart of suburbia, but at 1/4 mile from the West Fork of the Trinity River, I get a few critters here too.
In Colombia, I once got a bad case of phlebitis on my leg. I was 16. We had moved out of the city (Bogotá) and lived in a semi-rural area called Torca (near Chía), a community of about a dozen houses. Our neighbor was an MD and his wife was a curandera. The doctor saw the infection, and next day he brought the necessary antibiotic home with him, and I went over to his house to get the…
Well, I’m not sure……but if anyone could keep a airplane aloft through sheer force of will, it might have been Henri!