Non-Diary Entry

I decided . . .

A quote from Alan Rickman
~ Dany-145 ~ Leave a comment

. . . that I would remove the last names again. I already revealed one full name, we know the year, and we know the location. So anyone could figure out who all these people were at this point already.

This also brings up the fact that I keep changing the option for feedback off and on. On one hand, I love transparency (the latest buzzword, but a good one), and honesty, the whole idea of shared information. But I also know of two bloggers, both of whom I’ve had blog crushes on at some point in time (blog crushes are not romantic crushes, they’re where you feel like someone else knows what it’s like to be you, and the initial thrill, then of course at some point you realize no one is exactly like you, but it’s nice to know there are some similarities scattered out there), who I found myself respecting even more because they didn’t need the potential adoration. Or is fear of rejection? Well, I’m going to open it up I guess, to publish at my own discretion and go for it, until something makes me change my mind again.

And next I am posting the next entry from the diary, which will introduce two more new characters, without last names.

P.S. I am well aware of the irony (hilarity?) of stewing over decisions of whether or not to open my posts up to feedback, in that I don’t think anyone has actually ever read my blog, AT ALL. Like maybe one or two at most? Which is fine of course, I always did love my alone time.

That year, that time, their story.

~ Dany-145

In the January 2, 1929, post, “He is getting to be an awful pest,” Ethel mentioned Will and Uncle Boydie. The first of these two names included “Boyd” as well, so it was actually “Will Boyd and Uncle Boydie.” So now is when I confess I’d hadn’t yet decided whether to include last names yet in this diary blog. I’ve always wondered if it was wrong to post private writings about real people. While I doubt Ethel is still alive (she’d be 108 years old after all!), surely there are children of hers and of other people mentioned. While I don’t yet know how the diary plays out for 1929, this means that anything could—or did—happen.

And there’s always ancestry.com, which yes, I have access to and yes, I know some things, but I don’t want to know too much too soon.

So back to their names. Will Boyd and Uncle Boydie. Is Boydie a first name for the uncle? Or did he go by his cutified last name? Don’t most uncles go by their first names? Though unless he was already known as Boydie before he was an uncle, then it would make sense.

More research is in order. But, rather than find family trees, and death certificates, I want to explore these people in 1929. That year, that time, their story.

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Image Credits: Fans watching a baseball game at Shibe Park from the rooftops of buildings across the street on North 20th street. The Library of Congress—Cropped from larger image from the Library of Congress: Watching Shibe Park, 1910 (LOC)