March 9, 1964, Monday. Mayme (my grandmother,) and I were so close. I’ve dreaded this day. She died a year ago. Sad day.
Had Laryngitis so bad I couldn’t talk all day. Everyone knew I got it from Howard. We both have bad colds. Told everyone that I didn’t like Howard as much, because I’m finding out how he really is. I think he’s mad at me anyway, for coming over to Lew’s and for Saturday night. He lied again. He told me he would call tonight and he didn’t. He probably met some girl at that dance and called her instead. We’re supposed to go out next Saturday with Pat and Al to the Luowe. But I have a feeling he won’t call all week! I think we’re through. I wish I could find someone else. A year ago tonight at 8:00 my Mayme died. Mom went to put flowers on her grave. It was the saddest day of my life when she died…I didn’t want to live without her.