Tag Archives: Southern California

The Marketts – Surfer’s Stomp….. Surfer Stomp was a dance craze in California in the early 60’s when surf rock was popular.

March 21 Saffron Bake Sale. Saturday. Didn’t make up with Howard, guess we never will. Was planning on going to the beach, but was too cold, so went to the Saffron Bake Sale. We made almost $20.00. Angie K, Judy … Continue reading

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March 19,1964, Thursday. OK day. Looking forward to Saturday. Hope he talks to me. Mom and Dad called. Lauri walked down the hill, so I took her to school. It was cold today, sure hope it doesn’t stat this way, … Continue reading

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Breaking Up Is Hard To Do, by Neil Sedaka was everyone’s favorite break up song in 1964

March 18, 1964, Wednesday. Wonder if we are through for good. Had to take the Station Wagon to school. Wasn’t as hot as yesterday. If it’s hot tomorrow, we’re ditching and going to the beach. I still love Howard, but … Continue reading

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Listened to the Kingsmen singing Louie Louie on the radio, tried to figure out the dirty words.

March 17, 1964, Hot day. Think we’ll make up Saturday. Saffron Club Night. (St. Patrick’s Day) Today was the most bitchen day of the year. It was 85 degrees. We’re going to ditch school maybe Thursday or Friday and go … Continue reading

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Didn’t think anything of picking up hitchhikers in 1964, but dad got all mad.

March 12, 1964, Thursday. Rainy day. Think Howard and I are going to get in a fight tomorrow. Marilyn drove to school. Started to rain. Talked about the Hula Hop and who we’re inviting. I’m taking Howard. That’s on Saturday. … Continue reading

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I love him, I hate him, I wish he would call… So frustrated at 16

March 11, 1964, Wednesday. Mad Day.  I hate Howard so much, I get mad when I think about it. Drove to school. Cold’s getting worse everyday. Almost fell asleep in class today. I was so tired after school I came home and … Continue reading

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A year ago tonight at 8:00 my Mayme died. It was the saddest day of my life…I didn’t want to live without her.

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 … Continue reading

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My 14 year old cousin Chuck, made a fool out of me, he got out of the car and walked like a spaz..

March 8, 1964, Sunday. Most embarrassing day of my life. Family Day, Billee’s first Communion. Had to get up at 7:00 am. Got five hours sleep. Was dead tired. Whole family went to Church. Billee was so happy and excited. … Continue reading

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Is it okay to let my boyfriend get to second base at 16 going on 17?

March 6, 1964, Friday. Cute boy Mike liked me today. Told him I was going Steady. (It felt good to say it.) Boring day. Went to School with Marilyn. My hair looked good, but I felt fat. Was such a … Continue reading

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Donna and I got in a big fight over who would get the big bathroom. Had to flip a coin. She won.

March 5, 1964, Thursday.  Preston’s fourth Birthday.  Wish Howard would call.  I want to be with him every minute. Press is four today.  He got a wagon and some other toys.  Mom had to take me to school, in the … Continue reading

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