I know that I’ve mentioned several times just how boring my childhood and especially teenage years seemed, growing up on the farm and well, I’ve found some proof.
From my Calendiaries:
February 1991
Saturday the 9th – we had to curl at 4:00 pm. Dad and Gena came and watched. We lost again. It was fun. Dad, Gena and our team stayed for supper. But just Dad, Gena and I didn’t stay for the dance. Corinne won a jug of anti-freeze at the dance.
Sunday the 10th – had to curl again. We won the first two and lost the last game. We got 2nd in the 3rd event. I won a kettle and Corinne won a plastic tub.
Somehow ended up in a curling bonspiel with my older sister Corinne, her boyfriend at the time, and one of my Dad’s friends named Larry, who was about ten years older than my Dad. Interesting mix.
Oh boy. And these were actually really exciting days for me, trust me. You know it’s a good day when it caps off with a jug of anti-freeze, a kettle and a plastic jug.
In a blank space on my Calendiary in February of ’92 I wrote “These boring winter days are spent either in school or at home doing small menial tasks like washing clothes and homework. Especially when Mom is working. I can’t wait for summer.”
Same, 15 year old me, same.
February of 1992 is filled with much of the same kind of events as 1991, naming the calves who were being born, visiting my Gramma, hanging out sometimes on weekends with my bff. Lots of mentions of “boring school” or “dumb school”.
February 14th of 1992 I wrote “I hate Valentine’s Day. I think it’s dumb. Did ok on my science test. I hope. Thank goodness it’s the weekend.”
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