May 4, 1970

Dear Diary,

Today is my birthday, and I am 10 years old. Double digits.

I don't feel any different. But, what the heck--cake and ice cream!

Great Grandpa sent me a card and a crisp, new five dollar bill. Usually I get $2.00 from him. He's the one who said "double digits". I guess that means I get a raise! Anyway, like always, he signed the card "Love, Great-G-Pa and G-Ma." He does that with all the cards and presents, like she's not gone from this world.

My Grandpa told me his father saw ancestors, too, but Great-Grandpa is not his father, he is Grandma's father. Still, I wonder if he sees her, sometimes. He acts like he does. And he is not losing his marbles or anything. He's sharp as a tack!

If he does see Great Grandma, I sure wish he would tell me. She never said anything about talking to him, but I haven't seen her for a long time.

Anyway, Diary, Mama is making spaghetti for my birthday dinner. Yummy-yum! Melody sang to me 5 times already. I hope I get colored pencils and drawing paper!

Happy Birthday to me!

Love,

Emmy


Note from Paula:

No colored pencils, but a big, 64 count box of Crayola crayons. Blue violet became the new favorite color.