Thurs. Jun 10 – 65 On a plane somewhere over Cleveland.
New diary, new paths on my journey. Stepped into a dark green taxi leaving five crying friends behind. Leaving behind the Age of Dreams and entering the Age of Doing. I’m not saying I haven’t got a past – I have – quite a past – but the future still holds all the excitement. In 45 mins I’ll be saying hello to mommy and whoever else she brings to greet me at the Cleveland International Grubport. This is a very jiggly plane and this writing could go wrong at any moment so think I’ll go back to my James Bond.
Somewhere in Lake Erie between Toledo & Vermilion – Fri. Jun 18 – 65
Just completed a week of inactivity – a century in Plumly time. I only needed the first three days, by Wed night I HAD A FIT OF THE WOLLIES. I’m either hysterically joyous or wretchedly depressed – which is the real me? Sobbed myself to sleep in sheer frustration. Daddy asked me if I wanted to go on the Mills Race so I said yes. He’s trying to make up for the time he got angry & said I didn’t care a goddam about anything. I’m taking the boat to Toledo (won’t be in the race). Dad dragged me out of bed after 5 hrs sleep 8:45. Ragged madras shorts & pink shirt & yellow beach bag, rubber bands in my hair, crammed into the Monza with crew member & his family. We were so packed in crew member kept shifting my knee. (Bill Capitan.)
Stocky, amiable, running to fat (his face looks like a pudding) he is a prof of photog at the college. His wife plain, cheerful, cajoling 2 children. They were talking about last Wed’s race – Dad won! Dad said if he’d fallen in Dad would have kept going so it was a good thing he didn’t fall in. We stopped to lay in supplies of beer & vermouth. Goodbye to wife & kids, out towards channel by 10 Am. Me at helm (boat fought like spoiled child) and I fought back. Sails up, I was relieved (Bill’s no good as helmsman either.)
Dad said between the two of us we were wandering all over the damn lake. We had lunch at 12:30 – to amuse myself I cleaned the galley even the medieval cubbyholes. Got to improve my pater’s opinion of me! Read all afternoon –finished Flight of the Falcon started Payne’ s Gold of Troy. Falcon isn’t so good- I don’t like its overall feel. Gold more interesting though written in the passive style. Break for pretzels & coffee.
Dad whispered “Bill thinks you’re the sweetest girl.” Aww. Dad then said, “Except when you’re being obstreperous.” We were outside the firing range at 4 had to stop & tether to the Fine Feather (beautiful yawl- very good looking boy on board) to let them finish and let us through. We were a flotilla. Our wind failed, we had to motor though the range. (8 knots/hr!) I took the helm for 2 hrs that was easier. Water cool and smooth as glass. Bill excited about the herons, Dad playing w/chart & slide rule.
The Toledo LightHouse is a Byzantine castle – I hope to build my own someday. It’s 20 to 9 – we’ll be in by 9:30. We fly four flags – Vermilion Boat Club, Great Lakes, Italy & France (Dad gave his Greek one to the Lagoon Boat Club.)
Thurs. June 24 – 65
Dinner at yacht club. Buffet, and the meat was terrible! Dad said it was “highway robbery” but they were having a party, celebrating start of the Mills. Dad promised I can race someday.
Back at the boat Don Lennartson showed up with the hood jenny (the one Dad sent to be repaired.) He’s the one taking me home – we left at midnight. Don & I exchanged civilized pleasantries, then fell silent. We stopped at a gas station and I did make him laugh. He thought I was a drama major and he was too. He suggested books by Lawrence Durrell I ought to read, then we had a good long talk. I arrived home happy & sleepy. Mom awake – chatted with her & the hamsters then went to bed. Waked in the AM by Avril and Genevieve – we are driving into Cleveland – hooray! We played the radio and were very sisterly. Mom forgot to give G the map so we got lost. We went to Mus of Art – I was sorry we would eat there because I hate the food. Poor sandwich, bad jello. We met Mom & her head start program at the museum. I love the Egyptian room – we feel the same about cats. Also the Modiglianis. Mom met us at 2:30 and took us shopping – I begged off to sleep in the car. Avril got lots of beautiful clothes and I was madly jealous. Went to a bookstore after that and I got a history of the silent screen. More shopping – I coaxed an orange dress out of Mumlet. Sirloin steaks with onion rings at Clark’s then thundered merrily home.
Sun was Father’s Day. Everyone forgot except me. G and I drove up with Mrs Capitain to bring boat back from Toledo with Daddy. She is a very bad driver. It was agony. We were very late. Dad, G, Don & I shoved off. Solid breeze made getting out of the channel a nightmare. Dad told a Satchelpuss story that made us all laugh. Poor Don got seasick, I felt wonderful.
Tues. July 6 – 65
Lovely weekend on boat with Clarice (Genevieve’s friend) Mom, Dad, and Genevieve. Dinner at the Twine House (shishkabob.) Parfait for dessert! Poor Clarice is so fat Dad thinks she should be hospitalized. Men are always that way about fat. She’s lovely – makes a point of being sure I’m “in” instead of trying to get rid of me (like G). I don’t want to be like G, I enjoy being different. This is the reason for Your existence, diary. I’m the “wondergirl” as G says.
None of this fat problem can be Clarice’s fault, she is a really confident person. It’s no act. My matchstick confidence is always going CRASH! I only feel “good” when I’m really done up. G. is writing in her diary too! Us diary keepers must stick together. “How long have you had one?”
“Quite awhile.”
“I didn’t know!”
“I don’t advertise it like you do.”
It’s probably about Me! Mine’s about her!
Sun. July 11 – 65
The stage is always stagey but movies are personal. They are at the same time a thought, a dream, or something happening outside your window. Hollywood doesn’t give people credit for their intelligence. The thrill of thought is a lot more potent than identification with some sex-goddess. Should I graduate from Plumly and storm RADA? I can only hope I have the talent.
1 am Fri July 23, 65
Can’t sleep. Tried exercising, counting things, pretending, even acting! Acting like I’m sleeping! “Alysse, my Girl,” I said to Me, “What you need is a Good Think.” So here I am. We have guests, so I’m in a sleeping bag on the floor. I’m reduced to a flashlight. It was an evening of Unexpected Phone Calls. Nightie…root beer…TV. RING! I jump up, knock over a table.
“Hello?”
‘Nyello. Nye have a collect call for Anyone from Miss Merrill Aallyn. Will you accept?”
“Sure thing!” I say, “Hi, Muff!”
“Get everyone on the line!” demands Merrill.
“I’m the only one here,” I apologize.
“But I sent a LETTER that I would call TONITE!”
“Well…” Bzzz. Cut off. Sure enough – RING!
“H’lo?”
“DID YOU HANG UP?”
“NO. DID YOU?” (Hard to hear. We were having a storm.)
“Let’s have some female gossip. You know Ted?”
“Yeeesss…” (her latest guy.)
“Well, you have to promise not to tell anyone BUT TED AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED!!”
I screech jubilantly. Bzzz.
I wait impatiently. RI-
“Merrill, I’m so excited!”
“YOU DO THAT ONCE MORE…”
“Look, it isn’t me! I swear! When? Where? This is fabulous! My own sister!”
“Sssh. I thought you didn’t LIKE Ted.”
I DID say that. “Well, if he wants to marry you he can’t be all bad,” I say guiltily.
“Promise you won’t tell. Mom & Dad don’t like him either.”
“Married!” I couldn’t get over it. “Wow!”
“Next year,” says Merrill glumly.
“Well, don’t get married in June like everyone else does. When will you tell them?”
“I’ll tell them SOMETIME.” Now SHE sounded guilty! “I won’t let you be a bridesmaid if you tell anybody!”
“OK, Ok.”
“Ted’s parents keep sending us these articles on premarital sex. They’re giving us ideas.”
“So, have you premaritally sexed him yet?” I was WILD!
“Yes. Once.”
This was something! Merrill not a virgin? I felt separated by the gulf of human experience making her so changed. “What was it like?”
“It was a lot of work. He had a towel with a bulls’ eye and I had to lie down on the target. There’s too much pressure! You want to get it over with.”
I was scared to ask if she loved him – she HAS to say yes! Talk about pressure! But who could love Ted?
“Did it hurt?”
“I have to hang up now.”
“Oh Merrill, it’s wonderful to hear from you, I’m so glad to hear about you & Ted! I’ll write a lot, I promise!”
Poor girl! I romantically resolved to be her champion. RING!
“HELLO?”
“Hi. Is Genevieve there?”
“Nope. Sailing.”
“Is this Avril?”
“Nope. Alysse. Who’s this?”
“Bill Laughlin. You’re the one I REALLY wanted to see! Want to drive out and get a Coke?”
“Are you serious!” I foresee a great future in the Diplomatic Corps.
“Sure! What’s the matter? Going steady?”
“Yeah, with Billy Stephens. I babysit for him.”
“How old is he?”
“About six.”
“He won’t mind one coke.”
“Genevieve might not like it.”
“Genevieve’s just a kid! You’re the one I want!” (Amazing how good this feels.)
“I need to get ready.”
“Are you in your nightgown?”
“Yeah, but I can change.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll be right over.”
This guy was hilarious! CLICK.
Anyway, I put on a dress. I wrote a note – “Bill Laughlin taking me out to pump me about Genevieve. Be right back.”
That ought to cover it! Bill at the door. We drove a gold Mustang with black leather. Gorgeous car. (He said it was his brother’s.) Went to the Dairy Queen, got small cokes & talked. It was a good conversation. I liked the way he tried to match my moods, serious to joking all at once. I said I’d been wanting this sign Youth Haven and he offered to get it for me but it was too high up. I showed him the mogul on the way to Kretchmar’s – he gunned it and we soared over it. Great fun. He never mentioned Genevieve at all! Until in the driveway he said, “Do you think Jenny will go out with me Fri?”
I said, “Sure, why not?”
“Well. We had words.”
“A fight?” This was exciting!
“Something like that. Sort of “you can forget about Friday.”
“Uhoh. She’s not a big mind-changer. But you should ask.”
And don’t mention ME!
“If she won’t, will you? I’ve already got the tickets.” Tactless.
“I’m already going with Avril. Better ask Genevieve. Really.”
No matter how second-hand I obviously was, I was flattered! Thank you, G’Bye, slam! He’s good looking and fun, I would definitely date him if Genevieve doesn’t want him.
“Of course I’ll go,” she said condescendingly.
LAKE ERIE AGAIN – Sunday July 25-1965
One more day till drama camp! Sometimes I get so excited I want to jump up in the air screaming EEEEEEE! Reading DuMaurier’s Glassblowers I just learned something I already half-knew – “There is no such thing as time.” It’s what you want to do with it! A beautiful truth. The tree we climb may be cut down but the past is never gone. I can be any age I have ever been before.
Alysse Aallyn 