this one boy that I think I like. His name is Billy Newman. I donít know
him that well though and a lot of girls like him. Itís just after breakfast.
That was a pretty lousy breakfast. At this rate, Iíll lose a ton of weight.
miss you a little! I think I might stay the whole summer! I know itís only
the third day, but everyone here is so "freakiní" nice! I feel like Iíve
been here longer than three days. I feel like I know everyone.
nuts fattening? Iíd like some cashews if theyíre not. If they are, send
up a whole bunch of soybeans! I know that soybeans arenít fattening.
does Ethan like camp? Tell him to write me all about it. I want a long,
good letter from that kid. I love him and youíd better tell him so!! I
wrote him a few letters! Did he get them?
Midge? Donít forget to write about whether Ruffian or Foolish Pleasure
wins the race. Also, write whether Billie Jean King or Yvonne Goolagong
wins the womenís Wimbleton.
and I built a schafka this morningÖjust us and we had a really good time.
I wonder if he likes me?
that kid, Billy? The one I liked? Well, you want I should tell you my love
life? Billy decided he liked Marcia and theyíre seeing each other (what
idiots). That means he didnít ask her "out," but they like each other.
Anyway, Marcia is scared of going too far. Sheís a prude (excuse the wordóitís
not really what I mean). So sheís treating him really badly. She ignores
him, laughs at him, but she still likes him. Now I think I like this kid
named Danny Leiner. I think he likes Lizzie though and she likes him. Another
thing is my friend, Susan, used to go "out" with him and sheíd be upset
if anyone went out with him. So that ends that relationship! Oh, well.
Iíll like him until he asks Lizzie "out." Susan likes someone else, so
that really doesnít matter.
big thing up here is sticks. Like "You got hit with the ugly stick" as
a joke. If youíre sick, you say "You got hit with the sicky stick." Daddy
got hit with the summer stick. Get it? You probably donít! You knowÖ he
loves summer, etc. (Itís not very funny!)
the way, if you didnít get my other letters, I like a couple of boys. Billy
and Marcia arenít seeing each other anymore, so now I like two boys: Billy
Newman and Danny Leiner. What am I to do?
senior boys have a stereo in their bunk and they turn the speaker to the
window and play it loud as can be and so the whole camp can hear the music.
Itís really great! Iíll show you when you come up.
just got a splinter in my foot and my counselor, Judy, took it out. Iím
in real pain. I gotta find some alcohol.
know that I wrote you a letter already today, but this is importantóEveryone
up here is a big Beatles fan. Everyone loves the Fab Four. I wonít get
too corny! Anyway, on the second to top shelf on the right hand side of
the shelves is a book called The Beatles. Please, please me and send it
to me in the mail. Everyone here would love to read it. P.S. "Please, Please
Me" is the title of a Beatles song.
donít like Billy anymore. Now I like this kid named Jimmy. Heís really
cute. Billy makes me kind of sick these days.
was the greatest day! The 4-weekers are leaving on Sunday (lots of the
inters are leaving). We had a banquet. The food was better than usual.
The counselors served us and we didnít have to get up for the food. It
was really nice and everyone got dressed up. Then we (each group of campers)
each put on a "cultural presentation." The cultural presentation was about
Womanís Year. We each got a different topid about womenís rights. The inters
had the Employment of Women and Working Women. They were really very cute.
The seniors did Women in Politics. It was okay. Iíve seen better. The workcamp
was great! I made up one of the songs we sang. It was to the tune of "Deportee"
by Woodie Guthrie. We did a few cute skits! But the CITs were fantastic,
the best, great! They had Law, Religion, and Domestic. (Workcampís was
Women in the Arts and Sciences.) They really were good. When I get home,
Iíll sing you both the workcamp song and the CIT song.
the way, Arlo Guthrie is gorgeous!
got a cut on the bottom of my right foot, right on the ball of my foot,
so I limp around.
thing happened today. This is important! Remember Peter, the kid who was
supposed to leave on Sunday, but didnít? I told you about him, didnít I?
Heís really nice! He has blond hair, curly, and blue eyes. Heís 5í3 1/2".
Heís been really nice to me the past few days. Well, anyway, this morning
his mother called and said that he had to come home today and she was leaving
to pick him up at 9:00 am. Fay came up to me and told me. Then Fay, Marcia,
and me had a talk. Marcia kept yelling at me to tell him that I like him
and all that. Well, Jeanne and I walked to Joe Hill (itís a bunk) and I
was looking for Peter to talk to him. He wasnít in his bunk. It was about
8:45 now. Then we walked into Emma Lazarus (another workcamp bunk) and
started copying over the song "El Condor Pasa" by Paul Simon. Peter walked
in and Jeanne said I had better talk to him now or sheíd kill me. So I
said, "Peter, could I talk to you outside for minute" and so we went outside!
I really donít know how to say this. It sounds so dumb. But I really like
you a lot.
I donít want you to leave today.
Well, I want to write to you and everything.
I want to write to you, too! Where do you live?
I told him and I asked him where he lived. He said that he lived in New
Jersey, but his father had a summer job in Suffolk County and so he lives
in Suffolk during the summer. The conversation went on this way for a short
while and thenÖ
I thought that it sounded pretty stupid. It just came out weird saying
ĎI really like you!í Did it sound stupid?
No! And you know what?
I really like you too!
my counselor, Judy, came looking. She said Peterís mother would be later
that she thought because of traffic. Drat it all! I told him that I hoped
sheíd never come. He laughed. I spent the next seven hours with him, from
9:30 to 4:30! We talked about everything and anything! He told me a lot
about himself and I told him about me. We ate lunch together. We talked
all through lunch. Neither of us realized when people asked us anything.
All day I kept telling him not to leave. I kept telling him I didnít want
him to go. One time I asked him if he would stay. He said why canít you
buy a plane ticket to Florida. (Florida is where heís probably going to
see his dying grandfather. Heís probably going with his father.) Heís so,
so nice! I love him. We talked all afternoon. Then he saw his mother up
the dirt road. He went to meet her. It was 4:30 pm and sheíd left at 9:00
am. He was really worried. Then he got all his stuff together and took
some up to the car. Then he came back for the rest of his stuff. I was
almost crying. Fay kept saying to me that everything was alright and she
understands and all, but everything wasnít alright, my Peter was leaving
me. Mishy kissed him goodbye on the cheek and so did Fay. Then some boys
shook hands with him and said goodbye. Then Mishy said to me, "Kiss him
goodbye for Christís sake!" So I kissed him goodbye (on the lips) and he
said bye and told me to write to him. Then he left. I started to cry on
the way down to the waterfrontÖ Itís about 11:10 pm and heís probably home
by now. I miss and love him.
I love Peter more than I love Danny Rooney! But not as much as I love Stefan
today I hurt my right big toe really badly. So I was soaking it in warm
water, sitting on a bench right near the rock outside our bunk. This guy,
Reuben Farber, was sitting there too! Heís got a fractured ankle, so we
sat there on the bench talking and not doing any work for the trip tomorrowÖ
There was a styrofoam cup there and I started throwing pieces of it at
him. He started throwing them back and we had a great fight for about an
hour and a halfÖ Reubenís nice, kind, he likes me, and heís less shy than
Peter! Anyway, it got to be 9:45 and we all had to go inside to get ready
for visiting hours. Then he "requested" to see me. So I went into his bunk!
Nira, Marcia, Marc, and Fay dragged me into his bunk. I didnít mind going
into his bunk. Itís just that I was in the middle of a conversation with
Jana. Anyway, guess what! Iím "going out" with Reuben! Two in one week,