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building. When we went back to read it together, the book was missing. Lesley thinks the librarian saw us coming and hid it.
Oh, I almost forgot! My birthday gift finally arrived. I have my own television now. I don’t know anyone else in school who has her own TV. Dad had it built right into the wall. Lesley’s going to spend the night next month so we can watch the Oscars. I really hope Sidney Poitier wins Best Actor for Lilies of the Field. Lesley and I liked that movie better than any of the other movies we saw this year. Everyone talked about how wicked Tom Jones was, but I just thought it was silly. Lesley and I both learned something valuable from that movie. Neither of us can tell a lie and not feel guilty about it. We told our parents we were going to some other show and instead we went to Tom Jones and we both regretted lying. It was hard because Dad picked us up afterward and I wanted to blurt out the truth the moment I saw him. I didn’t, but he knew something was bothering me. Dad didn’t pressure me into telling him and I’m glad he didn’t. I wouldn’t want to see the disappointment on his face when he learned I’d deceived him.
This summer, instead of going to Hawaii, Dad said we might go to Disneyland. I said that would be fine as long as Lesley gets to come. Last year in Hawaii, Mom insisted Kathy Galloway tag along so I’d have company. Mom’s friends with Mrs. Galloway and she thought I’d enjoy having someone close to my own age. I would’ve liked company, but it didn’t work out. Kathy’s three years older and wasn’t interested in hanging around the hotel swimming pool with me. She was after men. Mom figured that out soon enough when she found her in the cocktail lounge flirting with a businessman. I bet Mom won’t invite Kathy again for anything, which is all right by me.
Bell’s Book Store
455 Main Street Pine Ridge, Washington 98005
July 29, 1963
Dear Mrs. Lawton,
The Feminine Mystique is in. At your request, I have set aside a copy for you. We look forward to seeing you soon.
Ethel Cowin, Manager
Lesley’s Diary
August 29, 1963
The most incredible thing happened yesterday. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered around the Washington Monument in our country’s capital in a Civil Rights demonstration. It was on television and on the radio. Mom and I talked about what it meant to be a Negro in America. Several colored families live on the other side of the railroad tracks. Dad works with colored men at the mill. He calls them names Mom won’t let me repeat. Mom said they’re like everyone else. They bleed and sweat and breathe the same as us, despite what Dad says. I can hardly believe that the South treats people so differently just because their skin is a different color, and I told Mom that. I read that Negroes have a hard time finding a job or getting an education. That isn’t fair. Mom was born and raised in Mississippi, and she said the Civil War was about more than slavery. She explained some of the South’s history since the War Between the States (that’s what she calls it), and she helped me understand how much courage it took for this rally in Washington to happen. Then she recited a quote from an English writer named Samuel Johnson. I’m writing it down because I don’t ever want to forget it. COURAGE IS THE GREATEST OF ALL VIRTUES, BECAUSE IF YOU HAVEN’T COURAGE, YOU MAY NOT HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO USE ANY OF THE OTHERS. I don’t think I’ve ever realized how smart my mother is about life. (And I didn’t know who Samuel Johnson was until she talked about him.)
There’s going to be a colored man speaking at the Pine Ridge Emmanuel Church on September 6th and I told Mom I’d like to hear what he has to say. She didn’t think that was a good idea because it wouldn’t be right for a Catholic girl to be seen inside a Protestant Church. Although Mom said I couldn’t go, I had the feeling she’d like to attend the meeting herself. If I had my driver’s license and a car, I’d do it. Jillian’s taking Driver’s Education this summer. She thinks her parents might buy her a car. As it is now, her mother drives her to school every morning and her father picks her up every afternoon.
I hate being fourteen. I want to be sixteen and to be able to drive and hear the people I want to hear and meet the people I want to meet.
Jillian’s Diary
November 22, 1963
President Kennedy was killed today. Lesley and I were in Religion Class when the news came over the loudspeaker that the President had been shot. Sister Dorothy immediately had us get down on our knees and pray. No one knew then how serious it was.
It wasn’t long before we were released from school. Lesley and I went right over to church and it was already full of people pleading with God to save our President. By the time I got home, I learned he was dead. I can’t stop crying. Even my dad had tears in his eyes.
Poor Jackie. She’s the one I’m crying for. I can’t bear this. It’s so terrible. Everyone is watching television. Everyone is weeping. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t believe President Kennedy is dead.
Farewell from John Kennedy
by Lesley Adamski
Sorry I had to leave right away.
I look down and smile at you each day.
Little Patrick says to say “Hi”
And so, my darlings, please don’t cry.
Caroline, I’d like to say,
How proud Daddy was of you that day, When you stood like a lady and watched me go by, And doing like Mommy, you tried not to cry.
John John, now you’re the big man.
Take care of Mommy the best that you can.
You were just like a soldier, that salute was so brave.
Thank you for the flag you put on my grave.
And Jackie, I had no time for goodbyes,
I’m sure you could read the “Farewell” in my eyes.
Watch over our children, and love them for me
I’ll treasure your love through eternity.
Please carry on as you did before,
Until we all meet on heaven’s bright shore.
Remember I love you, remember I care.
I’ll always be with you though you don’t see me there.
(This is in Memory of the late John Fitzgerald Kennedy,
whom I loved more than words can say.
I pray that I will meet him in heaven one day.)
1965
Holy Name Academy
January 20, 1965
Demerit Slip Student: Jillian Lawton Offense: Rolling up the uniform skirt above the knee.
Holy Name Academy
230 First Street Pine Ridge, Washington 98005
January 20, 1965
Dear Judge and Mrs. Lawton,
Enclosed is the demerit slip for Jillian, which I have had no choice but to issue. She has had repeated warnings about the length of her uniform skirt. Several of the Junior girls have defied the rules and each will be obliged to remain after school the first Friday of February to polish the gymnasium floor.
I appreciate your cooperation in this unfortunate situation.
Sincerely,
Sister Agnes, Principal
Jillian’s Diary
January