Dear Diary: My Life through My Journal

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1942 - Shillington, PA Dear Diary, New Book and Discoveries Mother bought me a book today. A mystery titled The Case of the Drowning Duck. It’s a new one, by my all-time favorite Author, Erle Stanley Gardener ("John Updike Bio-1”). I was able to start reading my new book on top of Mt. Penn at the pagoda, earlier today. I particularly enjoyed seeing the views of Reading, PA down below. I discovered that the irritable red patches on my arms are psoriasis ("John Updike Bio-1”). Just another issue I’ll have to deal with, in addition to the fat-headed Gillette boys down the street, mouthing off about my stammer. Its times like this, I wish I had an older brother that could put those wise guys in their place. Later this evening, grandpa asked me to help fix that old jalopy. She’s running on her last leg. Hopefully she pulls through or else he’ll have to buy a new one. After dinner I read more chapters of my book. I really think I’m going to enjoy this one! Until next time, John 1945 - Plowville, PA Dear Diary, Move to Plowville My family just moved 11 miles from Shillington to Plowville. This is the town where my mother was born. Mother says’ she wants to get back to her roots (John Updike Bio-1”). We live in an old but very cozy stone house on a huge 80-acre farm. I am really enjoying living here now. I love listening to the animals and birds at sunset, and reading out in the old barn. (Liukknen) My mother seems to like the space; it was pretty cramped over at my grandparents’ house. It’s been a few months since we moved and my mother is still getting our new home cleaned. New pictures and paintings appear on the walls during the day only to be moved to another room or put back into a storage box. I’m happy that I can continue g... ... middle of paper ... ...and fantasies and small discoveries dark marks on paper which become handsomely reproducible many times over still seems to me, after nearly 30 years concerned with the making of books, a magical act, and a delightful technical process. To distribute oneself thus, as a kind of confetti shower falling upon the heads and shoulders of mankind out of bookstores and the pages of magazines is surely a great privilege and a defiance of the usual earthbound laws whereby human beings make themselves known to one another.”("John Updike>Quotes) “I have tried to plug along on the theory that I can still do it and still get published and that a professional writer is what I set out to be when I was an adolescent and I have been fortunate enough, in this increasingly rare profession to have been able to make a go of it.”(De Wilde) In Loving Memory of John Hoyer Updike 1932-2009

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