Memoir Monday, June 29, 1968

 Somehow this was almost a week that wasn't as far as recording anything went. I know I spent a a lot of time with Dale who was briefly driving locally out of Flagstaff. What I said about those interludes  belongs not here but in my "Addicted to Romance" tales, a section labeled "Ports in the Storms."  I do not censor erotica here but it just does not fit smoothl at this point. 

I whined about a severe case of monthly miseries; but made it through them and manaaged to have some 'good times' of sorts. And paid little notice to school other than I think Iwent to class and  maybe got my assignments done. C'est la Vie. So I will just pull a bit of introduction from that Addicted missive  as it does explain part of of what I was going  through for most  of 1968. I was still missing Dusty keenly and the special closeness we had shared and also trying to find new ways to be myself and maybe a better and happier self than I had been for much too long. I had to h ave some crutches and passifiers, perhaps

Ports in the Storms--in the spirit of 1968

         The necessity for seeking Ports in the Storms on my rocky life road is a symptom of my addiction. I might add before I go on that my addiction was to Romance. It was more about the sense of feeling special to someone, the rush of “being in love”, the security for awhile of not being alone and lonely, feeling pretty or attractive and desirable. It really was never about sex by itself at all. That was incidental and almost simply a way to pay for the ‘fix’ I craved so badly. I was not the first to trade sex for a “fix” but my need was not the normal drug type of addiction.

 Whenever I ended up actually or at least emotionally alone, I habitually wandered, falling or drifting into one of those sheltering spots. I’d linger there until I found my balance and the ability to move on again. None of them were ever anywhere near, much less “The " love of my life. In a couple of cases I have to admit infatuation or enchantment for a time, but it was not the depth of connection, sense of true belonging and being not alone that the real ‘loves of my life’ brought to me.

These particular relationships, if one can even call them that much, were certainly anomalies. Each was for a season and a reason. In every instance, I clutched at straws to some degree and found for a time what I at least believed I needed. That they each cared for me in many ways, I cannot deny for it was obvious from their treatment. None were ever abusive or ‘mean’ to me. And I certainly cared for them and was as giving and supportive as possible.  They were not meant to be long-lasting, much less permanent and although generally very emotional for awhile, they ended with no real regrets or acrimony. There were clean breaks when that time came.

I never looked back to ask myself “what if”. I could never envision or even imagine a lifetime shared with any one of them. I always tried to give back as much as I got or took. Whether I truly did so, I really cannot say. I do credit myself with an “E” for effort.  Even today, decades later, I do not feel deep regret or remorse and certainly am not ashamed or abashed at what I did. They were part and parcel of my addiction and perhaps inevitable in view of its influence.

In the first instance, I had been left utterly alone with the family’s dispersal and Dusty’s disappearance. At that point, I was struggling with PTSD and depression, while trying to cope with a level of solitude I had never known before. That was the proximate cause for the next case as well, which even slightly overlapped the first. In the third,much later,  the proverbial seven year itch had hit and my marriage went through the rockiest period of its duration. It and I were tested to near the breaking point. This one was strictly an “office spouse” sort of relationship, essentially platonic, and never remotely physical. In retrospect, it was a large part imagined or illusionary for me. If not totally one-sided, at least something like 75-25. In each case, I learned and grew as well as finding an energy-entity to sustain me. 

I think that is about as coherent and truthful explanation as I can offer for what went on in my life in the finall four plus yeas of my college expereince and ecen extending somewhat into my abrupt morphing into a  nine to five type 'working girl."  Certainly Dale and to a much less degree the other 'bus drivers' or Highway Cassanovas as I termed them in hte book length memoir wre the firt. The second will be met in the 1969 era and came very close to stearing my life off onto an absolutely new and unexpected direction. Maybe it is good that ultimately did not happen. I now am sure it would not have ended well and was probably not ever meant to happen. Next week we will get back to the not-routine summer of 1968, part school, past trips and a lot of minor but significant changes in the rough map I was creating for my furute and adult life. Did i ever really "grow up"? I often wonder. I was always both the oldest young person and the youngest old person in my shifting circle of companions from late childhood on. 

No Pictures!! And I won't even apologize. 

Memoir Monday, June 22, 1968

 For awhile I was not writing very much. Was it that dull or that busy or had I just tired of the exercise of recording my daily life? Perhaps all of the above. At least I did write once and then more on the actual day, between the two kind of a summary of who, what and where for the duration. This whole summer was a block out of time in some odd ways. The move had chosen a fork in my life; there were inevitable results and once you take a route, there is no rewind or undo.  So it was another period of adjustment, maybe finally really breaking free of a big block of the past? I did need to!!

June 19, 1968, Wednesday 

SS #1 is going. I'm registerd, paid and have attended classed twice. I ended up taking Biogenetics and Business Law. Not quite sure how that happened but here I am. Still no sign of Dale. Maybe hs is ticked at me for not letting him know Iwold be gone. Tuff-tish.  Carolyn is in the process of moving and we'll both save mo I think I can make it through SS#2 taking only Stats now. I'm not keen on it but should get it out of the way. I may have to work then, but that is okay.

Don't feel too good today. I woke up with a headache after fighting new versions of old problems in my dreams all night. I wish I'd quit that. I guess it just proves my resentments and worries of old are just submerged into the subconscious level. 

Got my grades this morning, three 1s, two 2s and one 7 as I had expected. If I can make it a 1 for Data Processing, I'd be good.I hope to swing two ones this session and a least a 3 in Stats if I do take that,. Got the box for Mom ready.  I bought her two really cute dresses at Goodwill for 40 cents a piece Also bought a desk and chair for $7.50. They were wicked to haul home on foot but I had to have a place to work. This week I have to get organized and get a schedule going to start on some writing projects. And of course. I wannt to get some more sewing done, too. But I sure feel lazy. It's quite hot for Flag and everyone is complianing. This little place is really quite cool, being on the east side and sheltered from the afternoon sun. Lucky there.

What else is new? Nohing that I know of right now. The walk down to campus may be rather ugly when the snow flies. Well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.  I'm collecting lots of numbers for Charlie Mike and maybe I can get some photos over the weekend. Want to cheer him up as much as I can. He is really not happy or even comfortable and I feel bad for him.None of the mess is his fault, after all. 

June 22, 1968 Saturday

The longest day of the year has come and gone and I didn't even notice. Once Dusty wrote  me a ltter on hte first day of summer, about a million years ago, when he had just kissed me once... Yes, I still remember.

Carolyn got moved in on Thursday and we talked late. In a way its nice to have a roomie again. When we get some of our execess stuff stored in Helen and Carol's spare room, we won't even be too crowded.  

Guess what--last night or evening when we were cleaning up after dinner ther was za knock on the door. Carol answered, thinlking it weas Les, and did a double take at the tall figure clad in Confederate--I mean Greyhound--grey. He'd just gotten in from Albuquerque and hoped to finally find me at home. He said he'd come by last Sunday evening. I must have either been asleep or in the tub. I was home by then, I know.  We spent most of the evening snuggling on the little couch while he smoked dozens of cigs and tried to talk me into going over to the hotel. I wouldn' tghough, mostly just to see how he put up with it.He's kind of sweet and cute and moslty seems yunger than me even if he wil be 30 on November 13. I could almost like him a lot but I guess I'm nore particular or less driven than when I first met Dusty. They are a lot alike, though. Arrogant and ignorant and defiant and and scared inside.  {An almost cold assesment? Somewhat, but those traits were there.}

I know I pulled Dale out of the skid row chute. It is a bit of an awesome responsibility and now I have to be careful not to hurt him and leave him back where we met. My pride miight be bruised a little but he's got to be the one to quit needing me. I'll just have to be careful not to get PG because that would throw a hitch in the whole situation.  And if he's around a lot it may take some doing to say no sometimes. That's why I had to try it last night. If he will pay for the pills, I'll take them. Not sure the process to get the prescription but could find out. I'll make that proposition if needed. 

Pictures? I never had one of Dale and not sure why looking back. Well I did get one but it was blurred;  when we were at the motel in Phoenix, at the pool and I tossed it. I cannot picture his face today, the brown short hair, the blue eyes, and nice teeth  but nothing is clear.  No, he was not one of the "loves of my life". Sad? Not really, just true. So  I drop a shot of the apartment building that became home for two years and saw quite a bit of Dale, actually. It was not an unhappy place for me. I took this in 2013 when I made a trip from Alamo. My place was to the left of that entry alcove. The yard was mostly shaded and fairly nice. It was just a block from the mainline double track then used by Santa Fe. I came to know and even love the train sounds, 24/7/365! 

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Monday Memoir, June 15, 1968

 By this time I was about over my unplanned 'mini-vacation' in the great Sacramento Valley.  This was my third trip by train since the first one at the end of 1965. The second was the winter holidays of 1967 and now that was six months in the past. There would be one more before this year was over and in time I would be back in that area but a bit farther north to live in another decade. Another one of those strange Celtic knots where life plays Worm Oroboros  (a mythical creature from an early fantasrty novel that bit it's own tail and circles endlessly around). Things do double back, cross over and slip under and the pattern gets more complex as it goes. 

This week I will focus first on the trip to Nevada the whole family made. I am not sure if there was a reason or simply sight-seeing but we spent a long day on it and got to Carson City and Virginia City, a tour on one edge of  Lake Tahoe and of course over the Sierra Range twice. All five in  the little Volvo was a snug fit and Charlie MIke would have  gladly stayed home but we all went. I found it interesting and even got to drive a bit on the no-speed-limit Nevada freeways going maybe 70-80 mph!  I enjoyed the trip at least for the most part. However it was also good to board the east bound San Francisco Chief and head back to Arizona a couile of days later!

I said I came home with more Beauty Coinselor cosmetics (which was what Ruth and Grace sold, mainly Ruth) and a bit more fabric for some sewing. I quibkly made Mom two blouses and two skirts and a dress. I'll check |Good will and also send her some of my things I no longer wear that will fit. I noted Alex was growing like a weed and Charlie Mike did not look bad, alll considered, but wwas very stern and quiet.

Getting home, I learned Dale was now driving for Greyhound and briefly out of Flagstaff. I ran up and left him a note at the station. I think he was a bit ticked off tofind me not home and to learn I had moved. Oh well. We never had that kind of serious relationship! We ade up and it went on for some time still. 

Picturew. Mostly the Nevada trip. Up in the Sierras, a rest stop I guess.  Then beside Lake Tahoe. It is so big! Then aong the same route. The amount of water there always surprised me.  Finally four of  us in Virginia City. Charlie took this one and I did the one farther below, same place and time.  Charlie does not look happy! He seldom was in those days, And one with a view of the Virginia City area, part of the old mining camp. I wish I had gotten more scenery!!

 

Monday Memoir, June 8, 1968

 This week is reconstructed  from notes I wrote after I was back in Flagstaff o/a June 15 to go to the first summer session. I wrote nothing while I was in Sacramento for that longish week. There was time, I suppose, but my regular notebooks were not there and I did stay farily busy or at least '"occupied."  I spent some time with Charlie Mike and also Alex. Mom and dad were takng classes at Sacramento State and there was some mention  they both planned to teach in the fall.  I suppose this plan met the approval of the rest of the Morgan clan living in the area. Other than Uncle "Doctor Dan, " they were all in education and it had been the life work of the three sisters.

Saturday June 1 

The day actually saw me boarding the San Francisco Chief in the evening, a fast, rather impuslive decision. I was done with school for the moment, and the move was completed, so I  did not have to be back until the start of the first summer session which was roughly two weeks away. I had finally heard that Mary was not going to come up and  Judy had cancelled a bit earlier.  Carolyn was not going to move in until close to the resumption of classes. I was basically free and dutiless for awhile.  Hearing about Charlie Mike's asthma situation I felt I needed to go for him. I knew he was now very unhappy and since Dad had arrived there not too long after the Christmas/New Years Holidays, the pressures and harshness had really kicked into high gear for him. He was being jerked around by Aunt Roxie, Uncle Dan and of course our dear male parent.  He couild not please any of them, much less all,  and was treated like an inconvenient  step child..  The stresss finally broke his usual stern, stoic silence and ability to just shut stuff off. Still remembering how sick Dusty had been back in the summer of 1966, I honestlybecame  worried.  Fortunately he recovered after a fairly brief hospital stay and he was with the parents and Alex when they met my train at Stockton. They were driving the little white Volvo sedan that Uncle Dan had given to them That car stayed with the family for a long time. 

While there I did explore the railroad yards (mostly Southern Pacific and some Union Pacific as I recall) in Roseville and Sacramento with Charlie Mike. That was a favorite escape for him. He also had an old guitar of Cousin Steve's and was playing it some. I watched a lot of TV on the big color set Roxie and the boys had received for Christmas. I found Chuck Connor's latest series--something about a cowboy in Africa and maybe a sci fi series that I cannot recall. I read a lot too, discovering a new-to-me author named Clay Fisher who wrote some great western novels.  It was a horrible shock when Robert Kennedy was killed. Of course that  dominated the news most of the time I was there. Having just seen  him and heard him speak a few short weeks earlier, that was devestating to  me.

Mom andd Dad were going to  classes at Sacramento State, as I said. We did take some "family"  trips but otherwise I was with the boys more.during this visit. School was out but Roxie was still busy as she was in administration--principal? And the cousins were not there much. 

The sequence of what we did when is very vague. To spice up the bare words with some photos, I'll divide up the souvenirs of the trip between this week and next.  So first Charlie at Aunt Roxie's house with the Volvo. He did not look happy!   Then me, the same time and place. Alex at the Port of Sacramento. He was still just a small kid--I think 9. Large ships  could come up the river that far from San Fran. Next me faking the guitar that Charlie had been playing. I could not play a chord! And last, the apartment Larry and Steve had at the university in Davis, Theymay have been mostly there, actually, as it was not campus housing.

 

Monday Memoir, June 1, 1969

 

The End was in sight and the move was in progress, actually having gone well enough once it was mostly over. So often worries and dreads end up being rather extraneous and pointless. 

May 26, 1968  Sunday

I'm sitting here on the sofa in my front room. I've written the folks and brought a suitcase of clothes over. Damn, if I could only get a car. Carolyn finked out on me yesterday or I'd have it all over here by now.  That burns me no end and I think I might go 'home' (to the dorm) and iron my curtains and come back and put them up,  Going by McLellan's for a couple of rods. That would be a step toward getting the job done. I'll think about it anyway. I'll go home and wash the bedroom curtains byhand, iron them, come back to fix a sandwich or two and then decide what to try next. 

May 27.1968  Monday

What a crazy day. I went to bed over an hour ago at 10:30 but I couldn't go to sleep so thought I might as as well get up and write about this day.  My room looks so bare and empy with about 90% of my junk over at the apartment. JoAnn and I did that with the help of Phil Jenson  and Lois's Pontiac. It took three trips --poor Phil. But we boughth him a twelve  pack of tall Coors and then JoAnn drank one and I drank a snifter of brandy Phil is a western artist, not quite in the Russel and Remington class but really good! I'd never have guessed and I now wish I gotten acquainted with him sooner as I think he'd be much more rewarding to know than Forester Ray.\After all He is a polelock!

I sure did not have any luck with my cussed programs. That really ticks me no end. But I got 88% on my Santa Fe paper--damn, I mean I was really surprised about that. I kid yuou not--I was figuring 65% would have been good. So I might pull a 1 in there yet and should at least swing a 2 unless I really blowo the final. And I've got to do a strong two going into accounting which I hope to hold.  I'll have to see what I can do with Knox. If I do a banup job on the final, I might get by better. So far I've been just below a 1 in there. That's ugly. Four ones and two 2s would not be bad but I hate to split it even. And I'm not really sure sure of any 1's

I've got to forget about all my exciting summer for just 2 1/2 days, My mind is racing like a caged little rodent tonight which is why I can't get to sleep.  But I've got to concentrate. How, how, how?? Haven't heard from Mary .I guess she's still planning to come up but I really don't k now. I wish she'd tell me. It really doesn't matter, I guess, but I'd still like to know. Lost a filling tfrom a tooth today so now I've got to go to the dentist and I can't afford it, That really ticked me off. Girl, it's the wee bitching hour of 12:00 and time all fools were dead to the world. 

Explain: Phil Jenson is  a guy I may have mntioned before. I called him "Richard Burton" as there was some reesmblence. He was a forester and in Ray's gang so I did know him. He was always polite and nice to me. Lois  is his girlfriend and I think they were quite attached, probably engaged. She is rather plain but a very nice 'outdoorsy' girl.

May 28, 1968 Tuesday

Finals week begins. I got up at 6:00 and pored over my DAPR notes for about an hour. At 8:00 I went over to English. Ron joined me and  we went right over to BizAdm together  and directly I set to work still struggling with my programs for awhile and then went up to the classroom. We studied for awhile and mostly talked. I have not talked that easily to a fellow in ages but it is becasue I just likek him as a friend. He really is nice/ 

The test was a whopper. I don't think I did bad but how well I coundn't say. It really wrung me out though. Had lunch with Phil and then scurried over to the apartment. Carolyn and Les (her boy friend) brought the folding bed over. I got my curtains up in the bed room hung temporarily on a string and unpacked just a efw things.  Got dressed up for the scholarship presentation ceremony. Thank goodness I did . It was pretty formal and in the President's office, no less. But I think Dr McDonald had five times the presence of J Larence Walkup.  Pflutt. I got my paepr back; Mr Davis was just pulling it out of his box when I passsed. I got a big "1" from Dr Downum but he did not write any remarks, just said he enjoyed rading it. That's happy.to get a 1; now I should for the course. . 

The Management test was tough but not really hard. I should have an  A or  1 sewed up in there.  I think I beat Marty Grimes in every test up until now. Early tomorrow mornng it is finance. I'l have to drop by Torgy's office and ask about my paper and cheerfully comment on AT&SF hitting a new high of $36 last week. That should impress the old boy. 

Then I can move more stuff, sell a few books and go to Marketing, return my paper to Davis etc. etc. And spend the evening in the library really studying acconting. That test is going to be  super tough and it is important. And then I can check out of the dorm and be done except for seeing Mr Knox on Friday. Hallelulah. I'm going to be so glad to be through with this semesxter. 

May 29, 1968 Wednesday

Finals are going fine. Last final exam period I was caught up in the manic phase of my madness, subject to some feelings of guilt and torn by conflcting loyalties. I have since recovered my sanity, settled wtih my conscience and collected my loyalty to one center--myself. Things are not quite marvy and groovy perhaps but they are on the line and about my last small problem is now solved by Betty's offer to drive my last load over in the morning on her way to East Flag. I turned down a chance to go drinking to be here in the library tonight for at lea t three hours of conscientious study for my last exam. Mr Knox gave me permission to work on my project this summer so for awhile I'll have a "7" in there. Lane said he was giving me a 1. I had  a 2 for class participation but he could not justify  it with 100 and 100 and 95 on formals and all briefs for the total course.  I should have 1s in Tech Writing and Manaagemetn, I think, and probably a 2 in Finance. Now if I can just do okay on my accounting and swing a 2 in there I'll be happy. I'm dying to find out how I did in some of the other things but I have to be patient for a few days.. I better quit and get to work. Thank goodnes "G'ma" is staying away for a little extra long. After 10:00 I can die if necessary but not sooner. Well, I guess I shoild get checked out of the dorm first.. 

June 1, 1968  Saturday

Nothing was written on this day but I made a drastic sudden move that threw the next two weeks off. When I learned Charlie Mike had been hospitalized with a very serious asthma attack, I made a fast decision to take the train and get out to Sacramento. I guess the folks called at the dorm but I cannot recall how I was notified. He came through it okay and met me with the folks in Stockton but I did not regret that decision.  My reports may be spotty  for awhile so preparee for that.  I'll reconstruct what I can for a few days or even weeks and then get back on semi-track to complete the summer.  At least a part of it! 

FWIW, I ended the 4th semester with three of each grade.  It could have been worse. I finally gave up on the Dapr projects and edged out a 2 there. The others were expected and not really shocking. Not my best semester but really nothing to be ashamed of although it basically decided me on a serious switch in accademic direction which happened for the fall semester. In summary: 

            Principles of Management    (??)        3 hrs—1
            Computer Programming (Knox)         3 hrs—2
            Report/Tech Writing      (Davis)          3 hrs—1
            Intermediate Accounting (Gardner)    3 hrs—2
            Principles of Finance   (Torgueson)    3 hrs—2
            Promotion/Marketing  (Lane)              3 hrs—1

  Photos? I really never got pictures of the business department's buildings as they had several. Many clases were scattered around campus, really,. The DAPR classes and labs were in their own building, anyway, I expect they had to have some special wiring and a genearator or other back-up support to keep the key machines working in case of outages. I featured the apartment on the 18th post I think. So what?  Maybe the Flagstaff Santa Fe depot and a pasenger train... Here is The Chief, westbound and me at the depot at a previous time--when I sent Charlie Mike off the prior fall.. 

Memoir Monday, May 25, 1968

Ch-ch-ch-changes.  The big change was actual moving and it was smushed in with finals and the business of checking out of the dorm and too many other urgent things.  At least I did not have to worry about going 'home' to whatever might be happening there; there was no 'home' to go to. I simply changed a small solitary room for a slightly larger space to be shared but mostly looked forward to that. As the primary renter for the whole time, I did have a home with a real address and in time even a telephone. At that point it was a major step up in many ways. 

May 19, 1969 Sunday

Well, I got a thing or two done this weekend again. Not as much as I hould have, though. Yesterday I packed, went over to the apartment and rearrnged the furniture some and then bought curtain fabric and  tennies and sandals for summer wear. Made up the curtains and read "A Princess of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs. I sunned in the quad for an hour and that's about it. Today I did my marketing case, including the formal and typed Balt Lozano's term paper. I washed and sunned another hour and made a peasant blouse pattern for Betty. I guess I'll also have to dream up a little gift for Michal Ann as a goodbye present, They have both been good friends to me this semester. 

Damn, I haven't done a thing on my Data Processing since Friday night. I got three of the problems on Friday though. Nor have  I studied for that stupid Finance test but I know I've blown that class so why worry? Everyone says Torgy's tests are really screwed anyway and now I sure do beleive it. He's bad news coming and going. Guess I should wash myhair. It is that or study. Which is the lesser of the two evils? I don't feel too good. My teeth are aching and I pulled a muscle in my back and side (where Buzzie flipped me over the corral gate that once) and I do believe I've got another cold. Oh sh**. Tomorrow I've got to prepare my speech. I'm not really looking forward to that. I wonder if I could manage to lose my voice again? Maybe at least for Tuesday if I could. I've got to at east get that cussed Dapr project started. I might be able to get permission to finish it during the summer but I have to make at least a basic effort. I think maybe I can use the Q Spec to get the genotype arrays worked out. That would be my first attempt anyway. Time to buzz off.

Explain: Balt Lozano had graduatd from Mingus a few years after me. I am not sure if he was a freshman or higher. Anyway, I had started doing a few term papers for pay--some just typing, others demanding research, bibliography and detailed notes from which I would write them, trying not to sound too advanced!. I was a writer, after all.Probably did half a dozen at least.

May22, 1968 Wednesday

The end is nigh. I feel vaguely ill today--another case of too little sleep mostly and the sickening knowledge of too much still to do. I'm pretty safe everywhere except Dapr. It's ugly but I may make it yet. I'll try.

I got 90 on Dr Torgueson's little quiz on Monday sharing top spot with several others. I could hardly believe  my eyes. Balt's paper is done and given to him (paid me what I asked, too) and I may have sold some of the shoes;I  had way too many.. Every little dollar helps and that may make $10 or more.at best. I won't have many books to sell this time but I didn't put any of this in my budget so its kind of  "gravy".  I'll be getting $700 per semester next year. If only I don't have to go to summer school, I'll be okay but I hardly see how I can get all the hours if I don't. Well, I'll worry about it when I get there. I could go one session now  for about $250. So far I only have $800 NDSL debt. so I guess I could borrow $200 if I had to, and/or work. 

Explain: NDSL was National Defense Student Loans, a natiowide project that went with Pell Grants and other aid to students.The grants supplemented my scholarships and I only borrowed a little. 

May 24,1968  Friday

Friday at last and my last Friday except for the nice little accounting test next Frday. I've got to get a 2 on that and I don't know beans about the material. Well. I've got lots of time to study. 

Mooving time and it is quite an exciting prospect. Probably tomorrow will be the big day. I'll go over and clean either tonight or early in the morning. I've got to put some time on the Dapr today. Last night I want to the library and read a novel. I could've kicked myself for that because I have not got enough time but there was a regular mob in the DAPR lab with  120 kids in there trying too finish up. Cuss my luck. 

I do not have a single appropriate photo! Oh, I could show the ancient machines they had the the "computer lab" again. Talk about shits and giggles!! At that time they were the latest of the greatest or at least within a state college's budget. I was using equipment of this era to try to do the programs and projects assigned. I really cannot recall what the big project was about. Genotypes? Draw a blank! Sadly it never got done. That covered later.

Memoir Monday, May 18, 1968

 That money sure came in handy and I was able not to sweat the coming summer quite so much. Jobs took a back seat and then by the end of the semester, the visits by Mary and Judy both were OBE and dropped off the plan. I was disappointed but in an obscure way also relieved. In a few more days, the new residence was arranged  and one issue was resolved! 

May 14, 1969  Tuesday

The time was whizzing by. I sort of wasted the weekend with sewing and apartment hunting so now I'll have to dig in and make up for it. I still sort of cringe when I see Dr Torgueson because of that paper--thinking back, it was really lousy or just not  too bad.?

I went to the opera with Michal Ann last night. It was "Madam Butterfly"  sung in English. Gwen Castillo, the lead soprano, is quite good. Oh, she'll never rival Renata Tibaldi or Maria Kallas but she put most of the cast to shame. I didn't care for the tenor,  but Roger Audrey as Sharpless was quite good. Bette Bennjamine was Suzuki and she has a harsh voice in the upper ranges. it was still really enjoyable though. It was one of my favoroites that I grew up with under teh folks' influence.  Lily Pons--oh my.   I'm glad I went. 

After English I go to pay a $20 deposit on my future abode. Carolyn Grenig and Ellen McAdams may be living there too. We should have quite a giddy old time. Well, I've got to write my report for Managment and finish working on a Lazano boy's term paper--so hasta luego. 

May 15, 1969 Wednesday

I am now the rentor of an apartment and $95 pooer than I was.  Carolyn is going to start moving this weekend so I will probably take advantage of her transportation some. I want to go over with a broom and clean the place up  before I do much moving but I guess I could stack boxes on the floor as is. It's kind of nifty. I don't think I'll be sorry at all. Even though it is going to be a little expensive. Really not too much more than storage and all that bother, and I only have to pay fiull rent for two months. Plus $15 deposit to have the frugging electricity turned on. That is a trifle ugly, but no matter. 

I know I'll enjoy fixing it up and I'll have two weeks to spend on the project while Mary is here. I hope she won't mind! But after all, she won't have to be paying as much as living in the dorm so she should not gripe. She's not the griping kind,. amyway. Damn, I'm tired. I got my recommendation paper written. It didn't come too easy. In the morning, I'll do my marketing case for Friday before running over to Davis's officew with my paper and then up town with Carolyn to get the electricity taken care of. Our rent officially begins as of Monday so I probably won't move much until next weekend. (Just before finals!) 

I am rambling. I'd better get off to bed and catch up on sleep. Tomorrow I've got to dig in on my Dapr work. I've put it off entirely too long and now I'll be lucky if I get it done in time. Serves me right, I guiess. 

Pictures? Not sure I have one of that old house on the street called Agassiz that is current with that time. I can look. It was quaint and old fashioned but I really enjoyed the two years I was there. It was 17 South Agassiz and my apartment was #1,. I might sketch a floor plan later. The first shot was two years later--as I was leaving, My apartment was left of the little foyer, right behind the van. The next was in about 2008 or 9. The place still looked much the same but repainted and spruced up a bit. The window to the left of the entry was in my lviing room. Different trees after all those years,  almost 40.  I was past there in 2021 and apparently did not get a photo. It was gray and rainy and the area looked very shabby. Whether students still rented there or not I did not know. Someone had a yard sale set  up under trees, heavy ones by then, but getting drowned out. It was actually quite depressing. I queried on line last night and it is still there and renting but several other houses in that area are demolished or falling to ruin. Pic from rental ad last.