Previously on PND: Instalment 1: Introduction Instalment 2: The First Entries Instalment 3: Do Tendu Jetés en Balance Instalment 4: Sex Education Instalment 5: They Don’t Know What It Is Potato Nose Diaries (1977) Short: I am 15 now Potato Nose Diaries (1977) Short: The Audition Instalment 6: The Trip to Paris Today’s short: © Katarina…
Tag: Södertälje
Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 8 August (age 15): Maud, moving to Canada
This post dedicated to my mother, Karin, who suffered so much loss, but lived and loved so fiercely. — My Diary, 1977 SÖDERTÄLJE– translated from Swedish, word for word, unabridged, sic, ad nauseum Recall first post: My Diary 1977 For January 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 1, January For February 1977 go to: Snippets from…
Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 7 July (age 15): Summer, potato nose
My Diary, 1977 SÖDERTÄLJE– translated from Swedish, word for word, unabridged, sic, ad nauseum Recall first post: My Diary 1977 For January 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 1, January For February 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 2 February For March 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary Part 3, March For…
Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 6 June (age 15): Graduation
My Diary, 1977 SÖDERTÄLJE– translated from Swedish, word for word, unabridged, sic, ad nauseum Recall first post: My Diary 1977 For January 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 1, January For February 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 2 February For March 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary Part 3, March For…
Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 5 May (age 15): Paris
May 14 Our trip to Paris: Södertälje to Helsingborg The Helsingborgs hotel is called “Stads Motell.” There are many TV’s outside of the room and one inside the room. We are traveling (Mom, me, Aunt Siv and cousin Gunilla) together on a bus trip. Our room number: 109. Orwald’s: 108. We have a colour TV. …
Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 4 April (age 15) The Audition
April 13 My birthday. I am 15 now. I feel big on the inside but small on the outside. I wonder if I will always feel this small and young. In one way, I hope so. Then I can stay younger longer. Time flies. I wonder what I will be doing and who I will…
Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 3 March (age 14) #puberty
Recall first post: My Diary 1977 For January 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 1, January For February 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 2 February My Diary, 1977 SÖDERTÄLJE– translated from Swedish, word for word, unabridged, sic, ad nauseum — March 22 So long since I last wrote. I have had…
Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 2 February (age 14) #innocence
Recall first post: My Diary 1977 For January 1977: go to Snippets from my 1977 Diary Part 1 January (age 14) For March 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary Part 3, March My Diary, 1977 SÖDERTÄLJE– translated from Swedish, word for word, unabridged, sic, ad nauseum February 1 I am sitting at school again. We were…
Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 1 January (age 14)
Adolescence is just one big walking pimple. – Carol Burnett Recall first post: My Diary 1977 For February 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary, Part 2 February For March 1977 go to: Snippets from my 1977 Diary Part 3, March My childhood had the luxuriousness of being just that- a childhood. So unlike the…