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Friday March 1, 1935

(This is an entry from the journal entitled Mexico Summer written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago.  Click here to read more)

 

20150228_134553Telegram came in the morning telling of Mrs. Teague’s death last  night. The funeral is in Plainview tomorrow. The Junior High teachers went together to buy a bouquet of roses.  In the afternoon I had my hair washed.  Went to Ms. Masters at night to play Hearts with cubes.  Dick Heath, Earnest Harp, Charlotte St. John, Bernard, Miss Garrett, Helen Snipes, her fellow Mr. Lenore and Allen Reed were there. Later Mrs. Martens told our fortunes.  Mine is good, but no so much as last time.  My wish for a trip next summer is not to come true according to the cards.  Dad’s birthday today and all I’ve done is think of him and start a letter!

Here’s what else is happening 80-years-ago today:

An Earthquake shakes Nebraska. The price of gas is on the rise and Auto Workers prepare to strike.

The Coshocton Tribune Coshocton, OH March 1, 1935
The Coshocton Tribune Coshocton, OH March 1, 1935

 

Thursday February 28, 1935

(This is an entry from the journal entitled Mexico Summer written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago.  Click here to read more)

Lonesome with my “roommate” gone. No word all day.  After choir practice Mrs. Brenneman served us punch and cookies and we played a questioning game.  No letter from means good news I guess!

Here’s what else was happening 80-years-ago today:

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Wallace Carothers invents nylon at the DuPont Experimental station near Wilmington, DE.

 

Wednesday February 27, 1935

(This is an entry from the journal entitled Mexico Summer written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago.  Click here to read more)

Alyce Claire called by telephone to Lubbock.  Her mother not expected to live long!  We phoned everywhere but she wait over an hour for the bus!  Surely hope it isn’t as serious as Alyce Claire feared it was!  Went to Pete’s and Velma’s for supper.  Dwight and Velma came over and Harry Mulroy too.  Nice chap, he played cards until 12 almost – Quite foolish of me.  Here is a verse for the fly leaf of a book!

“Am I yr loss, and you it find,

I pray you hartely to be so kind,

that you will take a letel payne,

To see my wake brothe home agayne.” Uknown  *

*This is how it appears in her diary. If you are familiar with this verse please send me a message. 

 

Here ‘s what else was happening 80-years-ago today:

The 7th Annual Academy Awards were held in the Biltmore Bowl of the Biltmore Hotel. Clark Gable won Best Actor for his role in It Happened One Night

Tuesday February 26, 1935

(This is an entry from the journal entitled Mexico Summer written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago.  Click here to read more)

We were paid yesterday so I paid most of my bills today.  The radio is our own!  !Que gloriosa is my vida! (That glorious is my life!)  I played tonight for Earnest Harp to play at Christian Church’s Men’s Brotherhood.  Ruth Emmett sang too and D.N. spoke.  Really said some good things, too.  Mrs. Martens came this afternoon to ask us to invite several to her house on Friday night for Hearts or sumpin!  We agreed to invite Joe Carpenter, Earnest Harp, Bernard, Dick Heath, Lenora Shaffer and Charlotte St. John besides Alyce Claire and me.  Saw Joe and Earnest tonight and called Bernard.  They agreed to go!  The matter of what to do this summer worries me – Should love to travel but that is out of the question if no summer salary is forthcoming .  We discussed several of us going somewhere in a car, while I was home but am afraid it is only another of our plans that remains merely a plan!  “The Isle of Capri” was my favorite popular song. Now it is “When I get too Old to Dream”  Reminds me of “If I Love Again it Will Still Be You”

Here’s what else was happening 80-years-ago today:

February 26, 1935: The Yankees Release Babe Ruth

On February 26, 1935, Nazi Germany’s ultra-modern air force–the Luftwaffe–is secretly organized under the direction of Hermann Goering.

 

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Sunday February 24, 1935

(This is an entry from the journal entitled Mexico Summer written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago.  Click here to read more)

Left at 3:20.  Carsey came in at 2:55.  The only thing lacking for quite a perfect week-end.  Didn’t get to talk but a few minutes and as usual for a short time, I could think of little to say!  There is no comparison between him and Bernard and I’ll be rather glad when the latter leaves.  He worries me terribly – And the other gets nicer if more distant!

Went to see “Wings in the Dark” after church with Peter , Velma and Bernard.

Here’s what else was happening 80-years-ago today:

 

A deadly tornado hits Wichita.

Saturday February 23, 1935

(This is an entry from the journal entitled Mexico Summer written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago.  Click here to read more)

Quiet day. Ty-Ty feeling quite good. I stayed up until after 12 talking to dad.

Here’s what else was happening 80-years-ago today:

 

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A wall of dust invades the Mid-west.

Lubbock Morning Avalanche Lubbock, TX Feb 23, 1935
Lubbock Morning Avalanche Lubbock, TX Feb 23, 1935

Doris Duke, aka the richest girl in the world, weds.

Lubbock Morning Avalanche Lubbock, TX Feb 23, 1935
Lubbock Morning Avalanche Lubbock, TX Feb 23, 1935

Friday February 22, 1935

(This is an entry from the journal entitled Mexico Summer written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago.  Click here to read more)

In bed until 11 – Heard of Joe Ben’s excellent grades.  How I do admire that boy. He can do anything.  Visited with Ty-Ty.  Carsey gone to El Paso for the weekend – Ho hum!

Here’s what else was happening 80-years-ago today:

courtesy sirismm.si.edu

On this day in 1935, President Franklin D. Roosevelt banned all airplanes from flying over the White House. His reasoning? The planes weren’t allowing him to sleep!

The ban is still in effect today, serving a greater purpose: security.

Popeye the Sailor urges us to be kind to animals.

Thursday February 21, 1935

(This is an entry from the journal entitled Mexico Summer written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago.  Click here to read more)

20150220_223751Letter from Carsey telling of Il Trovatore, etc. Just came in time.  Bernard took me to the bus at 2:30. Got home at 2:55.  Saw Douglas & Freeman at Pecos.

 

Feb 19 – 1935

My Dear Elizabeth- 

I should say that I am a bit negligent in answering. I should say that  the most important or interesting event has been at the opera.  The high school seniors left that Monday at noon. Jaime left early that morning with his boss Neely.  I left at 3 with Catherine Smith and her Oscar. 

I enjoyed Faust immensely realizing at the same time a few of the apparent shortcomings of the company.  Marguerite’s true lover, this one who is defeated by Faust was played by a girl; since Marguerite was none too attractive it was confusing at first just which character each was.  Faust was good in his part but Mephistopholes ( the Devil) was still better.   In fact, he represented the best that the Company had.  The best single piece of acting in the opera was, I think, where Marguerite’s brother the soldier is killed in a duel with Faust (or was it Mephistopholes?) and she, the sister, kneels at his side and cries as the curtain falls.

I say Mr. Oliver that night and asked permission to stay in El Paso the Next day.  I told him to employ a substitute for me.  I planned to go to the other 2 operas.  Jaime could not see Faust because of a conflict in his working hours but He planned to see Il Trovatore.  So at noon the next day I went in to the Ellanay to see David Copperfield.  If you have not seen it you must. 

It is a film of incomparable beauty is every possible respect.  It must be one of the handful of films ever produced that did not garble the original so much that it would make the author turn over in his grave.  I read the thing when I was about 14 and cried over it then — and fell very little short of it in El Paso at the show. Didn’t you think the characterization of Mrs. Copperfield was depicted perfectly?  And nothing but length could have made David and Dora’s married life more like the Dickens Masterpiece.  And W.C. Fields as Micawber! I enjoyed Micawber’s lectures to David–they seemed t crystalize the mental pictures I drew of the two when I read it years ago.  Lewis Stone certainly played the part of Wickfield well.  If one wanted to criticize the thing, I suppose that it would be that the book was not all dramatized in the two hours ten minutes of the picture. 

That night Jaime, Catherine & Oscar and I all went to see Il Trovatore.  It was the best the San Carlos Company put on according to the best Critics.  The scene where the Anvil Chorus was sung was fantastic.  The smiths had hammers that were electrified, and when they hit the anvil it created a spark.

Jaime and I spent last Sunday at the Hazel Mine 14 miles near here. We went down on a shaft used for hauling up ore, carried some carbide lamps in our hands and explored the furtherest reaches of the mine. Practically all of the mining machinery of the thing has been moved except aparatus for bringing ore up. Ore is sent to smelter in El Paso now. 

No school this morning on account of the death of a Mr. Daugherty — you remember the fellow who always carried the mail in from the train to the post office. Your father is in charge of the services.  I went over to the church and couldn’t get in because of the crowd.

What do you plan to do this summer?  I have been mulling over it of late.  If I don’t do something concrete about it I won’t have any money to do with.   I have been a bit too enthusiastic over clothes. You ought to see my new suit ( or did I mention it before!) I paid and unthinkable price for it.  It is a Kupenheimer brown, rather reddish or rust colored brown but dark with an almost imperceptible check in it.  Naturally I had to buy a hat, shoes and socks to match.

Am hoping to see Clive of India next Saturday.  We get off Washington’s birthday, Do you?

No se olvide escribirme   (do not forget me)         

                                                                                                                                     arnold 

                                                                                                                                                   carsey