23 Sherwood Drive
A diary, a writing prompt, maybe a memoir (sort of)
My personal time capsule
In November, 1964, I went to the Caldor in Danbury, Connecticut and bought a diary. For the next year, I tried to record each day’s events. Sometimes they were actual historical events (the assassination of Malcolm X, for instance.) More often I wrote about the very mundane life of a girl, fifteen going on sixteen, in a small New England town.
The Substack version: WHY, for heaven’s sake
I am still drawn to that little red diary. There are secrets there, and memories, all clues to who I was and who I became. But I am also curious about how others remember those times. It’s interesting to find out how younger readers react to this glimpse of my experience. I might turn it into something else. Or not.
Will it be an actual diary?
I will try to post on the date of the original entry. No promises; life does continue to happen. Some entries will also show up on Post