Dear Diary- 30 Years Ago

Dale, the dogs and I had a nice visit with my family on Long Island for Christmas. My mom asked me to bring home a container of some of my old stuff- mostly old dusty journals and books of poetry I had written as a kid.  This was one of my oldest journals and I still remembered the combination (not that it would have been hard to pop open).




































Here's what I was doing 30 years ago (I was eight years old). I'm including this in my art blog because art journals are a big part of my art... and I've been keeping journals for as long as I could write.



Monday Dec 25, 1983
Mommy yelled at me. I went to Vickie's house. I ate at Mom's [my grandmother's] house for pizza. I slept in Craig's room. It stinks.

Tuesday  12/27/83
I spent the day at Mom's. I called Vicky. I faut with Poppop. He wouldn't let me see the A-team. I went to bed at 11:00.

Thursday Dec 29, '83
I was at Poppop's house.

Friday Dec 30, '83
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Stayed up late to watch a movie.