Wednesday

THE WEEK OF MAY 4, 1952 -- JOHNNIE RAY SINGS "CRY"

Wednesday - May 7
Dear Diary,
     Not much happened today. I listened to Johnnie Ray sing "Cry," while I did my algebra homework. I’m going to bed early and look at my new movie magazines with Betty Grable and Jane Powell on the covers. Know they will be good. They are two of my favorites.
     Good night, Diary - tomorrow will be a busy day!




THE WEEK OF APRIL 27, 1952 -- BOYS BULLY RICHIE SANDERS



Tuesday - April 29
 Dear Diary,
      Worked at the café during the lunch hour. The place was overrun with kids from school. I got really mad at Wayne Morrison. I don’t care if Claudia does like him. He’s such a bully! He and his friends make fun of Richie Sanders because he is small for his age. They call him Runt and Short Stack. Today they held the door to the café so he can’t come in. I told them, “He can’t help it that he’s small for his age. You’re just a bunch of overgrown bullies and you can help that!
      After school Claudia came by the café while the Coca-Cola soft drink man was putting up a new sign. It had a really cute boy and girl sitting at a lunch counter drinking a Coke. Claudia thought it looked just like she and Wayne. She has such a crush on him. She is sure that he is in love with her. I think it’s the other way around. He never looks at her. She says it’s because he is just bashful. I happen to know he asked Sue to go roller skating. She wouldn’t because she knew Claudia liked him. After the Coca-Cola man left, we each drank a Coke and ate a Coconut Grove Candy Bar. Claudia talked about Wayne while I dreamed about Billy Maples, that handsome senior. I wish I was a senior so I could go to the prom with Billy. Some lucky senior girl will be his date.
Have to go--Goodnight, Diary.

Tuesday

THE WEEK OF APRIL 20, 1952 -- SOPHOMORES GET TO SERVE AT BANQUET/PROM

Monday - April 21
Dear Diary,
     Finally! It’s almost here–the Junior/Senior Banquet and Prom. Us lowly life sophomores had our meeting today with the Junior Class Sponsor, Mr. Williams. Gladys modeled her peasant blouse and skirt. Old man Williams said he thought the white blouse and black skirt was very grown up but he didn’t like the multicolored sashes. I spoke up and reminded him that the theme was Fiesta Time-South of the Border. Us girls couldn’t very well serve at the banquet in just our black and white school colors. Fiesta means bold, bright colors! Something pale-faced Williams knows nothing about.

Thursday - April 24
Dear Diary,
     Claudia and I got in big trouble today in Home Ec class. We were the only two who had not finished our skirts for serving at the banquet. Our teacher, Mrs. Brown, who is always in a bad mood anyway, said Claudia and I were jolly on the spot when something fun was up, but when there was work to be done, we were nowhere to be found. I don’t see anything wrong with that. We have plenty of time to finish them.



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LINDA'S BACKGROUND INFORMATION

     Before I start revealing the pages from my diary, let me give you some background. My name is Linda, I was born in Westwood, a little farming community of about 2,500. In the middle of World War II my father passed away. With only a high school education and very little money down, my mom purchased the town’s coffee shop and café.
     My three best friends were Claudia, Marqueita and Sue. Through good times and bad times we were always together. Tim, my friend since second grade, was not exactly my boyfriend, but he was special. We were there for each other. Having no brothers and sisters, my friends were very important to me.
     Westwood was one of many small communities in the county, which were all within 12miles of Fairview, the county seat. The main attraction was the Saturday midnight show at Fairview’s Palace Theater. For the most part in the early 1950s, there were no complications of drugs, alcohol or premarital sex. We had peer pressure, but not to the extent of the peer pressure of today. Of course it wasn’t blissful every day. We had our share of disappointments and heartache and sometimes life was interrupted with death...and as my diary will reveal, even murder.
     Maybe my teenage years in Westwood weren’t very different from any one else’s in the 1950s. But I think it’s important to document how life was back then. I encourage the reader to leave comments on this site about the memories of their youth. I’ll be updating weekly, so follow me through high shool until graduation. Start blogging about your happy memories or put them down on paper. It is important to document your youth for your children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. As we move father away from that time, those days will fade forever

Monday

DIARY OF A 1950's TEENAGER --HOW THE IDEA FOR THE BLOG BEGAN




     I have my 13-year-old granddaughter, Lizzie, and her friend Kate, to thank for starting this blog. After watching “High School Musical” my granddaughter and her friend told me they couldn’t wait to be in high school. With great enthusiasm, they declared, “It’s going to be awesome!” I told the girls I knew exactly how they felt. I revealed that my high school days were pretty awesome back in the 1950s. I told them, "Of course we didn’t use the term awesome back then. We said, "swell" or just plain ol’ "fun"! Actually, it was the best!”
     The girls looked at me with disbelief. After all, they were fairly certain their generation invented fun. Lizzie was quick to say, “What could you have done for fun back then? You didn’t have video games, computers or cell phones. You couldn’t text your friends or go to the mall. Did they even have movies way back then?”
I guess I should have been insulted. Did she think I was a teenager before movies were invented? My teenage years did seem like a hundred years ago, but then in a way, to me, it seemed like only yesterday.
I told the girls that not only had movies been invented, but they were a big part of our lives. Then I provided a few details of what a really "swell" Saturday night was like.
     I told them, "The night would start out with everyone dragging main street, either with dates, or with a group of friends. The boys would have their 1950 Chevy's and Fords all clean and sparkling bright. After dragging main, to see who all was in town, we would go roller skating until time for the midnight show at the Palace Theatre.  I remember seeing "Sunset Blvd." the night a couple of boys got kicked out of the show for throwing popcorn."
     This didn't add up to a lot of fun to them. Of course they didn't know what it was like to see dreamy William Holden bigger than life on the screen. But then I told them, "After the movie, most of the kids would go for Coca-Colas or milk shakes at Rex's Drive In. We usually got home about 2 a.m." Just thinking about it made me smile. There was one thing missing that I don't think they realized. I had to tell them, "Not only was it fun for us kids, it was all innocent fun!”
     If I read their faces correctly, it seemed they agreed my typical Saturday night sounded fairly "awesome." I think what really sparked their interest was when I told them we stayed out until 2 a.m!
     Lizzie couldn't wait to ask, "Were you a freshman then?"
It was obvious where this was going. She hoped if I was a freshman staying out that late, then I would be able to convince her parents that she could stay out past midnight too. After all, if Gran did it, why couldn't she. Two a.m. sounded very appealing. I knew I needed to explain in more detail about how things were different back then. They needed to know that "innocent fun" was just that, FUN!
     I quickly informed the girls that I was a sophomore when all this happened. I told them that the kind of fun we had was special, and if they really wanted to, they could have that kind of fun now. To be more convincing, I told them I kept a diary.
     Kate seemed curious and said, “You mean you blogged back then?"
     Lizzie followed with, "This I have to see!”
     Upstairs, from an old trunk, I brought out my sophomore diary. As Lizzie and Kate flipped through the pages I could see they saw me in a whole different light. As my life unfolded before them, I wondered if they noticed that the worst thing we girls ever did was try and smoke a couple of cigarettes. I think my life seemed appealing to them. I wondered if others would feel the same.
     And so from the pages of my diary, this blog was born.