Monday, December 12, 2011

Friday December 13, 1963 The Frances Hubbard Diaries

December 13, 1963
Friday,  Beautiful warm day.  60's.  I washed,  Marilyn came over in am and left kids and took David back with her to mow lawn at new place.  She did some mowing in pm.  We went over to new place and put up draperies. 
Comment:  Mom enjoying the grand kids.  Here is what Susan just wrote about the trip:  "That was a great trip.  When we went through a certain region, we would sing songs about it, us as “Red River Valley”, which was not as big as the Schoharie Creek by any means, but knew why it was called “Red River”, because of the red clay on the banks of the river; we sang “Oklahoma” when traveling through the state.  I remember stopping for a meal in Oklahoma, and how “funny they talked”.  Everyone looked at us like – “where did they come from!”.  That was the place Dad told us all, after we got our food, to hurry up and eat.  He wanted to get out of there. Seems he saw people going through a doorway with a curtain hanging up in it, and I guess the thought they may have been gambling or something in the back.  He didn’t like to looks of it.  I won’t forget that.  

We, from little old Gilboa, thought we were quite the “cat’s meow”, going on a trip to California, and everyone at school thought it was pretty neat also.  Carol, Wayne and I went to school in Ramona, and I think David did as well – but can’t be sure.  David and Wayne were very popular in Ramona, and had lots of girl friends. 

I remember some times walking to school with a neighbor girl, Kathy Devenburg – up over the hill past a chicken farm (big coops), and down the other side to the school.  We would stop at a soda shop or Rx for a “cherry coke” a few times.  It was a good experience all around.

Wayne had one of the lead roles in the play “Oklahoma” by the way.  There’s a picture of him somewhere.  He was more mature than the California boys, I remember.  His girlfriend was “Carolee”, David’s was “Liz”."

Love you - Susan
Marna, Mom, Dad, California 1963-4

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