This week was a mixture of a little momentous and a lot routine. This whole summer was a bumpy roller coaster for the most part and ended up spelling an end to several things, mainly my ties to the Verde Valley and the Morgan family "situation" by the end of the year.
There were journal entries for July 17 and July 21 plus a supplement on July 19and 20. It is much more coherent to go thru them chronologically and end with Friday July 21 which is the day this memoir section is supposed to be for. So without further ado,
July 17, 1967, Monday
Here I am all registered for a second session with everything paid off and all that. It was a wild weekend. I had helped Lynn move out on Friday afternoon after my finals. Then she decided to go to California so I put her on the train and kept her car. Train was late. It was neat waiting at the depot but I wished it was me going. So, for the whole time I had the car. It took me a little while to to get the feel of the automatic but it drives like a dream. Saturday I went to Outfit Alley but nothing was there so I then drove up to the Snowbowl. It is so beautiful up there. Sunday I drove out to Lake Mary and also the corrals where Dusty and I had been.
My new roomie arrived. She is Coleen Ruark, kind of kookie --from California--but not bad. She has boyfriend troubles. Who doesn't? In the evening I watched TV and saw two westerns and part of two other movies. That way I was able to sleep. Friday evening I had cleaned the room and changed sides. This morning I got through registration so easy and and fast it was fantastic. Then I went shopping and got my iron and ironing board and a couple of other goodies. After lunch I napped and after supper I went and bought gas for the sweet chariot. Of course a little Lark won't be so hot but I'd be tickled to have a car come fall.* Classes start tomorrow. What a bash, I can't believe 7:30! But I'll make it. I am going to try to earn back the price of the iron and board and then I want to save for a trip...and maybe some other things like a sewing machine. Coleen's asleep. She got drunk last night after she had a fight with her guy so she's been sick all day. Well, see you around, probably. I'm trying to shake the blues but not having too much luck. I wish Dusty would call but I have to be patient. I just miss and want him so much. (*Note--Uncle was thinking of lending me a car but that never worked out.)
July 19, Wednesday
Second day of second session already. Where have the good times gone? I got up late this morning and have been running like hell ever since. I just snatched a mad quick bite of breakfast and took off for math. That class really surprises me. I think I am going to like it. We're beginning on logic which is just fascinating. Tomorrow we will have our first daily quiz . In Econ I do not find Burglund as interesting as Anderson was but I still think I can make a 1 unless his tests are awfully tricky Yesterday I got a trunk or footlocker. I am sure it will be useful. I've got to put up some little ads and see if I can at least earn back the price of my iron and board.. Once they have paid for themselves perhaps I'll try for a sewing machine since Mary said she'd have a typewriter. I just wish Dusty would call. Of course he wasn't sure that he'd make it or when if he did go to Winslow. I can't get impatient but I do...
July 20, Thursday
Here I sit in the library rather befuddled after 90 minutes of attempting to understand logic. I believe I am beginning to get the feel of it but I dare not get left behind or I'd never catch up. Got an unexpected letter from Jim yesterday. He is in Tucson now as both his parents are going in for operations. That is pretty tough. Also a note from Mom. She said Charlie Mike is working and the Boss will be up for me tomorrow. Lynn got back this morning. I was surprised and relieved that she was okay. She said she had a wonderful time and departed with her car. Mom said Grace and Ruth's house burned. I as really shocked. Hate to be paranoid but with Uncle Dan's feud with Wendell Robie and Dad fighting half the world, anything is possible. In a way I'll be glad to go down home but I fully expect to be miserably hot and one never knows what will happen. I just wish they'd get enough cash to bug out of that stinking pest hole. There is No Use at all in staying as far as I can see.
July 21, Friday
Friday again already and I guess I am going home. I'm also in business ironing So far I have made $2.50. My equipment cost me $17.00 so I have paid off 1/7th of it. So far so good. If I can clear some profit I'll take nothing for my time because I would just be messing around. That $2.50 will presently buy my bus ticket back since I do not want to break my $10.00. Wonder if Charlie Mike will get to come up today. I don't think he has to work on Friday but he may have chores to do at home. I am glad he has a job and am sure he is too. If only Mom could get back to work... (fat chance) I hope Dusty does not call while I am gone but doubt he'd go to Winslow on a weekend. I wonder if AT&SF will take him back? Sure have not got much mail lately. Nobody loves me anymore (tee hee) except Jim--but he might. Really and not really!
Pictures: The Flagstaff depot as it was in 1967. I might have parked Lynn's Chevy in that row of cars. Then La Posada which was both a famous Fred Harvey era hotel and later the AT&SF Headquarters for the Winslow Division. This was a later photo, about 2015. It was still used by the BNSF for offices and admin work at that point. I know it is a hotel again now also.
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