Changing horses--or 'heroes' mid-stream in a quick switch . Bud effectively vanished on January 30 and on February 7, I began a new relationship that proved to be of a bit longer duration. Dale reappeared. For a few days I did not make a lot of journal entries but later collected a few notes and scribbles and used them to build a bit of continuity.
Feb 7, 1968 Wednesday
Notes on the past week. Tuesday morning I took my MKTG test and then was finished. It was awhile before I knew the results of the finals. They were quite a lot good, a bit bad and not too ugly. I can't for the life of me recall much about Tuesday and Wednesday. I sewed and loafed mostly, I think. Thursday was Registration and that went smoothly, all classes scheduled, checks arrived and most fees paid. Then Dale came about 11:00. As of now, I am Dale's girl. Surprised? We had a snack at Yiya's and then departed Flagstaff by bus for Phoenix. There he had use of a car from a roommate or friend; I think several drivers and ex-drivers shared a houise. We went to a drive in movie and did what people usually do at drive-ins--kind of watched the movie and made out. I'd seen Hell's Angels on Wheels before anyway. Then we took a room in a motel and made love all night. This guy is something else. Leaves Bud in the shade? Well-- nobody has turned me on like this before. He is slightly rough but I can take it now. Maybe Bud kind of prepared \me?
Friday morning we drove and had breakfast and then I found I couldn't go on Continental so we dashed over the Greyhound and I was off to Tucson for the expected weekend with Mary. I really had a weird feeling of living two lives because Mary and her folks are so different from Dale and his world. She was ill with a quick virus and they had tried to call and stop me but I had already left. We still had a cool time. Mr Davenport is so neat! He reminds me of Dr Joe Hudson and is quite charming. I went riding with him on the foothills place he and Mrs Davenport are caretakers for and even out to dinner. Then I went to classes with Mary on Monday and Tuesday We took in a good movie and talked for hours! She is going to try to come up for summer school and then I will see about transferring to UofA next fall. The bus trip back was a drag. I left Tucson at 2:00 and sat with a funny little cowboy truck driver who had been hurt at his uncle's ranch in Duncan and was going to a VA hopsital in California. At Phoenix, Honor Dorm gals Kelsie, Florence and another were going back up. We were 'treated' to a grand tour of central Arizona and eventually got back to Flag at 11:00 pm.! There had been a train wreck and several Santa Fe guys from Glendale on short call rode up to Ashfork. Not sure where they went from there.
And so classes began again today. I think I may enjoy this semester. I got a 2 from Strauss (Govt) drat. That gives me 1.58 for the semester(?) and a grand total of 1.27 for 64 hours. It could be worse but I am disappointed. Better luck next time. Dale said he'd write and I hope he does but I am not up to trekking to Phoenix again this weekend. I'll loaf this one and I owe Nancy S another visit soon. Then it may be Dale's turn again. Not that I am not eager but I should not be too eager. I also have to watch the calendar; possible sterility is not enough to be sure and safe andn o pills for this gal..
Feb 8, 1968 Thursday
Guess who is back. He walked into the feedlot this morning big as life and twice as ugly with a beard and a Cossack hat. He followed me up to ditch trays and I stopped at the cig machine for a pack of Marlboros. and greeted Kelsie who was coming down the line. He passed me and got a pack himself. I did not see what. I am going to try to ignore him, if Dale does not desert me too long I am the only gal in Report writing, wouldn't you know it. I think it will be fun, though. I have an idea I am going to be writing my arm off this semester but I don't mind that. I wrote Mom and Charlie Mike today, a few more letters to get out. I'm going to keep really busy plus have some swingin' times. I am all enthused about everything. If I can just keep that frame of mind, I will be fine. Now and then I wonder about getting in with 'wild company' but the profs and all do parties just as much as the bourgoise and even the more "plebian" set. So--take your pick, no? Must run to Knox's class. Hasta. BTW, the returnee was Ray, the forester, in case it is not clear!)
FWIW I got the following semester grades: Interim Acct--3; Advanced Comp--;1; Beginning Psych--1; American Govt--2; Data Processing--1; and Intro Marketing-1. The Accounting was from blowing that damn final and the Govt partly as well. Thank you dumb me. And I was not going to get upset, I said. Infamous last words.
An ironic note: The guy who hit the young mares and his wife were both former MUHS classmates but I recall almost nothing about them. The irony is that about this time I learned some non-friends in the valley were urging the widow to file a wrongful death suit agaist ME!! Whoa. He was driving on a back road and clearly too fast for the hazardous conditions right after a unprecedented storm. He may have been intoxicated; I never saw the accident report. But why was he alone, apparently at night, when most roads were barely passable? I guess the pasture owner was 'guilty' too for not having made a fence to handle three feet of snow. Well, I had lost two valuable animals, ordinarily worth at least $500 for the two, one registerered Quarter Horse and the other from a grade Arabian mare by a registered Appaloose stallion. So why go after me who was 100s of miles away when it happened? But this is an example of how I was sometimes treated, perhaps adversely impacted by the toxic behavior of my male parent.A post or two back, I mentioned getting the subpoena. Well, I will name a name this time. It was initiated by Bud Lindner. Why me, just since my dad was at the time out of reach being confined in the state mental hospital? What had I ever done to harm Mr Lindner?? Yes, I am bitter in some ways and feel wronged unjustly. The family was so hated; and that was ...a sad harsh punishment on all of us. Of course it is old news but I never fully forgot. I can't.
Pictures? How about a cowboy girl morphed into coed and then trying to cosplay a swinging 60s 'glamor' girl?? LOL. I have few pix of me and no selfies at this stage so a random two or three. First is before college in a dress I made, still rather demure. Next was visiting in San Lorenzo NM when the folks were there late fall 1968 and finally one I have never made public before from Colorado. It was 1974 getting some sun after a long winter turning pale.For spits and giggles? Very much!! I was then about 31 but still staying slim. Go ahead and laugh! I do every time I see it!
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