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Another layer of the memorabilia box produced my mother’s 1953 diary, with the first entry in my father’s hand:

With the benefit of hindsight, some entries stand out:

These were certainly not fresh from the garden:

Perhaps reaching this stage required some persuasion:

This required me to be outdoors:

Mom’s case of “strep throat” required three penicillin injections to knock it down:

I get up a little earlier and go to bed a little later nowadays, but I see absolutely nothing wrong with any of this:

My eyesight was much better back then:

Definitely an omen:

My parents ran a restaurant out of the house:

As you might expect, the diary tapers off after the first year.