Sunday Night December 13, 1960
Dear Diary,

This has been a great day. I always love Sundays. Mom makes the best fried chicken. She said she would teach me how someday but I know it won't taste like hers. She cuts up the chicken and then double dips it in an egg and milk mixture and then puts it in a brown bag with flour. When that chicken hits the hot Crisco lard the outside gets so brown and crispy and the inside so tender and juicy. It makes my mouth water just thinking how good it was today at lunch. We had fluffy mashed potatoes with white gravy, rolls with real butter, and fresh green beans from mom's garden and sweet tea. Later on we had some fresh peach cobbler. Dessert is really special since we only have it on Sundays. That's the best part about Sunday to me. My little brother Rex loves the red Jell-O when mom puts it in a mold with strawberries and whipped cream. I remember one time he snuck in when he was seven and dug all the strawberries out with his grubby little fingers. Gross!! It ruined our dessert that day.

It was pretty hectic ,as always ,this morning trying to get ready for church. I wish we had more than one bathroom. I wore my yellow shirt waist dress with my black pill box hat and heels to church this morning. I had to borrow some white gloves from mother, since I couldn't find mine today. My brother wore a boring suit and tie.

We got to church a little late this morning but still in time for Sunday school. Mom gave Rex (brother) his usual inspection. She only had to smooth his cowlick down once with a little spit and a pat. We filed into the church and took our pew. Old Miss Brown gave us her usual look. Everyone knows that pew is ours...we sit in the same place every Sunday. Daddy went hunting again. He says his church is in the woods but mom will not let me go to "church" with him.

I really like our preacher. He's only twenty-nine and already has totally white hair and five children. I especially like it when he uses his sermon props to "keep the congregation on their toes." Why, last Wednesday night I wasn't doing anything but sitting on the last row at the back of the church talking to Johnny West and the next thing I knew a wine bottle was flying over our heads and crashed on the wall behind us. I guess the sermon must have been about the evils of strong drink or something?

Well, diary, I have to get up in the morning and go to school. High school has been pretty fun this year but I'm looking forward to getting off for the Christmas holiday.