Sweet Silly Serious Girl
Owen continues to mine our garage. I am embarrassed to admit that some of these boxes have been sitting there since we MOVED here in 1998. Wellll....the last 18 years have been busy, what can I say.... Yesterday's find was a box marked Cynthia that was full of all my day calendars from 1980-1984, as well as random newspaper clipping sent to me from my mother and grandmother, copies of The Magazine Antiques, copies of Maine Antique Digest and Ohio Antique Review and odds and ends such as a Bohemia poster and a David Lee Roth poster...oh and various postcards and letters. I sat and paged through the 1980 calendar and shook my head in....I don't know....fondness for that girl I guess.
Here are the events I marked in my calendar. I know there were plenty of other things I went to but this is what made the calendar, apart from school related notes.
Friday, August 22 Vertebrats (I think this was a street dance)
Saturday, August 23 Vertebrats Mabel's
Thursday, September 4 Kinks Assembly Hall
Thursday, September 11 Pretenders Foellinger
Friday, September 12 The Student Prince Krannert Center
Thursday, September 25 Chicago Symphony Orchestra Krannert Center
Saturday, September 27 Krannert Art Museum opening and Pete’s party
Friday, October 10 Beverly Blossom Krannert Center
Thursday, October 16 Vertebrats
Sunday, October 19 Pavarotti Krannert Center
Thursday, October 30 The Bar (New Wave Night no doubt)
Friday, October 31 Vertebrats Mabel's
Tuesday, November 4 Ultravox with Vertebrats Mabel's
Wednesday, November 5 Van Halen Assembly Hall
Friday, November 14 Vertebrats Mabel's
Sunday, November 23 Vertebrats Mabel's
Friday, December 5 Vertebrats
December 14 John Lennon memorial
Tuesday, December 16 Bus Boys
There you have it, my first semester at college. And here I am today. Ha!
Sweet, silly, serious girl. I remember when I became friends with Boo a few years later, she told me she always thought of me as "that flighty girl from Record Service." I miss that girl, and this one too.
this picture is from 1981 I think, on the porch of the little house on Springfield where David Conroyd and Ernie (and eventually me) lived