matter, though, because the movie had started and Smiley Burnette had already left
I had to get a ride home with Kay Bob Benson and her mother. She never stopped talking about how it had been a real great show and how she was sure she was going to win that pony because all the other kids had been real ugly. I thoughtugly is as ugly does. Maybe she will win the pony and I can ride it or something.
Jimmy Snow is in big trouble. Momma hopes he is dead because he will wish he was by the time she gets through with him, disappointing her little girl like that.
I am so sunburned from walking up the highway that I can hardly move. Maybe they will feel sorry for me and call Peachy Wigham and order a pony, but no luck so far.
August 31, 1952
Guess why Jimmy Snow didn’t come and get me? He was in jail because he found out that Iris Ann Moody and her new husband were home from their honeymoon and he flew over their house and dumped DDT all over it.
It’s amazing how he was able to hit their house and miss all the neighbors. We went to see it and it looked just like Christmas. Jimmy is a Champion Crop Duster.
The Kowboskis left today, so I went over and said good-bye. I am still mad, but I wanted to have my picture made in that machine for the last time. You get four pictures for a quarter and I had my pictures made thirty-two times, smiling and not smiling; but Michael stuck his face in four and ruined them. I am saving those pictures for
This Is Your Life
.
Hank is going to quit in two weeks and go to work for Tommie Jo’s daddy for the winter. I sure will miss him, but he said he would come and see me.
Woooonnnnnnderfulllll Velveeta is going to leave. We can’t afford to pay her after the season is over. Hooray!
School is getting ready to start. Momma doesn’t want me to go to school in Magnolia Springs. It is too country. She wants me in Catholic boarding school and talks about putting me in the Ursuline Academy in New Orleans.
We are going to New Orleans and take a look at the school pretty soon. Momma hired an accountant to go over the books and tell us how much money we made. His name is Mr. Lilly and he has one hand missing, but instead of having a hook, like Harold Russell in
The Best Years of Our Lives
, he’s got a rubber hand that looks just like a baby doll hand.
Momma is mad at me because I keep looking at it, but I can’t help myself. He keeps it in his lap most of the time, though.
I wonder where he got that hand. It must have come off a big doll. The fingers are stuck together and it is yellow. What if someone went to shake hands with him and it came off, or if he left it on a restaurant table by mistake?
September 2, 1952
Momma is mad at me. I pulled the bathroom mirror off the wall in that cheap motel we stayed at in New Orleans. It wasn’t my fault. It looked like a medicine cabinet to me and I wanted to see if anybody had left anything. Momma’s afraid we are going to have seven years’ bad luck because of it
When we got home, Mr. Lilly told Momma we hadn’t made any money. We are in debt Daddy spent a lot buying that liquor license. We used ice cream in the malts, instead of malt base like we were supposed to, and Daddy hadn’t mixed his hamburger with bread the way everyone else does.
He believes Quality is better than Quantity, but in this case,we are in a lot of trouble. We have a big payment in November and no money. The minute I broke that mirror, Momma knew everything was going to turn out bad.
She is doubly mad because when we were in New Orleans, she bought my uniforms for the school and now I can’t afford to go. I guess I will have to wear a blue skirt and a white blouse for the rest of my natural life.
I’m glad I’m not going to that school in New Orleans. The mother superior said my roommate would be a nice girl from Colombia, South America. I sure didn’t want to be roommates with a headhunter.
Now I will get to ride the school bus with Michael. Kay Bob Benson’s
I had to get a ride home with Kay Bob Benson and her mother. She never stopped talking about how it had been a real great show and how she was sure she was going to win that pony because all the other kids had been real ugly. I thoughtugly is as ugly does. Maybe she will win the pony and I can ride it or something.
Jimmy Snow is in big trouble. Momma hopes he is dead because he will wish he was by the time she gets through with him, disappointing her little girl like that.
I am so sunburned from walking up the highway that I can hardly move. Maybe they will feel sorry for me and call Peachy Wigham and order a pony, but no luck so far.
August 31, 1952
Guess why Jimmy Snow didn’t come and get me? He was in jail because he found out that Iris Ann Moody and her new husband were home from their honeymoon and he flew over their house and dumped DDT all over it.
It’s amazing how he was able to hit their house and miss all the neighbors. We went to see it and it looked just like Christmas. Jimmy is a Champion Crop Duster.
The Kowboskis left today, so I went over and said good-bye. I am still mad, but I wanted to have my picture made in that machine for the last time. You get four pictures for a quarter and I had my pictures made thirty-two times, smiling and not smiling; but Michael stuck his face in four and ruined them. I am saving those pictures for
This Is Your Life
.
Hank is going to quit in two weeks and go to work for Tommie Jo’s daddy for the winter. I sure will miss him, but he said he would come and see me.
Woooonnnnnnderfulllll Velveeta is going to leave. We can’t afford to pay her after the season is over. Hooray!
School is getting ready to start. Momma doesn’t want me to go to school in Magnolia Springs. It is too country. She wants me in Catholic boarding school and talks about putting me in the Ursuline Academy in New Orleans.
We are going to New Orleans and take a look at the school pretty soon. Momma hired an accountant to go over the books and tell us how much money we made. His name is Mr. Lilly and he has one hand missing, but instead of having a hook, like Harold Russell in
The Best Years of Our Lives
, he’s got a rubber hand that looks just like a baby doll hand.
Momma is mad at me because I keep looking at it, but I can’t help myself. He keeps it in his lap most of the time, though.
I wonder where he got that hand. It must have come off a big doll. The fingers are stuck together and it is yellow. What if someone went to shake hands with him and it came off, or if he left it on a restaurant table by mistake?
September 2, 1952
Momma is mad at me. I pulled the bathroom mirror off the wall in that cheap motel we stayed at in New Orleans. It wasn’t my fault. It looked like a medicine cabinet to me and I wanted to see if anybody had left anything. Momma’s afraid we are going to have seven years’ bad luck because of it
When we got home, Mr. Lilly told Momma we hadn’t made any money. We are in debt Daddy spent a lot buying that liquor license. We used ice cream in the malts, instead of malt base like we were supposed to, and Daddy hadn’t mixed his hamburger with bread the way everyone else does.
He believes Quality is better than Quantity, but in this case,we are in a lot of trouble. We have a big payment in November and no money. The minute I broke that mirror, Momma knew everything was going to turn out bad.
She is doubly mad because when we were in New Orleans, she bought my uniforms for the school and now I can’t afford to go. I guess I will have to wear a blue skirt and a white blouse for the rest of my natural life.
I’m glad I’m not going to that school in New Orleans. The mother superior said my roommate would be a nice girl from Colombia, South America. I sure didn’t want to be roommates with a headhunter.
Now I will get to ride the school bus with Michael. Kay Bob Benson’s
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