My diary -September 6-8, 1972
- Susan Fisch Good
- Mar 28
- 2 min read
September 6, 1972 Wed.
Dear Flowers:
I got a 91 on Science. Chocho!! P.E. and English will keep me off the honor roll. Such is life.
I stayed after for Lab. It was ok. Dads in Miami. He should come back Fri. I watched T.V. Did homework. Guess what I have to know a poem for Spanish “Patria” por Leopoldo Diaz. BLAH.
Talked to Pat & Simon. Mom at a the movies “Godfather”, David at boy scouts & Becky & I alone.
BYE!!
Note: Chocho in Nicaragua was an exclamation of surprise, although it was considered vulgar slang in other countries.
In Spanish class we were always having to memorize poems. I don’t remember doing it so much in English class. It was hard but I guess it was good for us?
September 7, 1972 Thurs.
Dear Flowers:
Lets see I had fun in Science class. Worked in library & we got almost everybook shelved. Ate. Read on newspapers. Simmon & Pat came over. I had to go to the dentist at 4:30 My capp is here. I have it in my mouth but will be glued tomorrow. DADS HOME!!! Wish me luck in Spanish test. Pray that Grandpa’s alright.
BYE!!!
Note: I enjoyed working in the library.
I fell on the basketball courts when I was ten and broke my left front tooth and had it capped. The adjacent one seemed okay but the dentist said the nerve was now dead and needed to be capped too. Why he didn’t glue it then, I don’t know.
I was still worried about my Grandpa. Not sure why we hadn’t heard of his status. I definitely inherited the worry gene.
September 8, 1972 Fri.
Dear Flowers:
What a day!!! School was alright; 2 test: Spanish & math. We had assembly on Independence day 11:30 to 12:30. I read on “The House of Sixty Fathers.” I went for a walk with Pat we got caught in the rain & we ran home. On the way home I lost my tooth. We were soaked & Pat & I look for it but couldn’t. It’s gone!! $130 dollars down the drain. I went to the dentist. I thought he would kill me. Worse than Mom & Dad together. I went to the school party believe it or not I had fun. I danced alot. Emilio Lecour, Charles Anstead & this other guy 5 times total. One slow one with Charles.
BYE!
Note: What a nightmare to lose my tooth. I remember the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. $130.00 would be the equivalent of $998.00 today. My parents were furious as was the dentist. Not a happy time. I went to the party that night so I wasn’t grounded and the dentist put a temporary tooth in place.
I don’t remember dancing in high school; I enjoyed it in college and beyond.
Have you ever experienced that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when you lost or did something that you regretted? I know I have more times that I like to admit!
Susie - not sure why but the poem Patria reminded me of hearing/singing the Nicaraguan National Anthem - Salve a ti Nicaragual en tu suelo; Ya no ruge la voz del cañon....Y el honor es su enseña triunfal, es tu enseña triunfal... All three anthems I grew up with USA, Mexican and Nicaraguan touch my heart.
Heart stopping loss - it was a rainy Friday, I had gone to gymn, stopped at bank, last stop was the grocery store - wonderful to at last get home! As I reached for my purse in the passenger seat - it was not there!!! It held one month's worth of cash, credit cards, social security card ++++++
Speeded back to the grocery store,…
Ugh, I left my cellphone in the bathroom of a cruise port. When I realized it (once we boarded) I had to run off the boat and try to find it, and I was sick over it. Turns out if was found, turned in and I got it back - but the hour or so process was sickening. (It was a brand new one too) - love Amanda S
Growing up, mom always said "well that's life in the putty knife factory", which never made any sense, until years later, after her passing, I discovered a 1944 humor book with that title, so it must have made an impression on her.
"Chocho"? Don't remember that one...in 1970 - 71 "chévere" was the new in fashion word for "cool!" in Colombia. The other popular one was "qué berraquera!" a catch-all phrase for anything significant or cool or daring.
"Patria" is a neat poem..... "Patria" is one of those words that doesn't directly translate well, as "fatherland" or "homeland" seem clunky and inadequate. It's a very heartfelt word among Latins. It's in the first line of the Costa Rican national anthem…
I lost an earring that I had made from my mom’s diamond ring. I have the other one, and I had a very safe back. I had the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked everywhere and back tracked my entire day. A few days later, my 8 year old grandson was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
My lost earring was put into perspective. I am glad to say that he is getting ready to celebrate his 21st birthday. He is cancer free and much better to have than an earring! I am blessed.
MJ
I remember Charles looking much different from this photo.