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November 15, 2008



Had I known this was going to be such a scandalous post, I would have made some popcorn. At least I know now, in preparation for the next installment! No pressure of course, but it better be as riveting, if not more so. All my hopes lay with you.


Wow! I'm with MsPrufrock.... I hope that you are typing RIGHT NOW! This is like having to wait for the last _Twilight_ book! Faster woman!

Liza Lee Miller

Fantastic. What a great Saturday morning read. And, I'll make a note to myself to avoid driving my kids to drugs and bad behavior! :)


'True Confessions' couldn't have been a more riveting read. Perhaps a little disclaimer to prepare us for the next installment?!? :D


"Riveting" is indeed the correct term! I took a detour mid-stream to visit your sister's website, immersed myself in recipes, realized I was starving, and whipped up a banana/strawberry/blueberry/pomegranate/vanilla soymilk smoothie to sustain me through to the end of your entry. What a journey!


SO FUN. And I love "Such an awkward afternoon for me." Ha ha ha!


I have no words, Mary.


Man, you 70s kids had ALL THE FUN. Hmph. :)

Pam L

Hey, thanks for the shout out Mary, but I didn't get high EVERY day on the way to school. 1969 to 1973 is my excuse for it all, it was the height of all that was cool and psychedelic aqnd my 4 years of high school in a tiny town in Upstate NY. I still have my 1969 Peter Max Man in the Moon poster from back then. All I wanted to do was escape my little boring town in the sticks and I did it anyway I could, either by getting high or hopping the Trailways Bus down to Port Authority to meet the City friends I met the summer before at a really cool art camp in the heart of the Adirondacks. We would wander around the City and hang out at Washington Square eating Jaffa oranges and Oreos and meeting cool village people and stuff. But I never got busted.


In 1972 I was just married and had made it through my entire life...ta dum.....without drugs. Go figure. Here I was, the good girl of the hippie era and the Woodstock era and the Vietnam War era. Hell, what was the matter with me?!! ha.

Thanks for sharing - I found your escapades quite fascinating! And also thanks for the parent memories: just like I asked! :)


Oh, and at 14, my friend's mother sent me along with my 15 year-old friend on her date with an 18 year-old, figuring nothing could happen if I was with them. Silly good girl that I was, I turned down his offer of a joint. I spent an awkward evening in the back seat while they made out hot and heavy in the front seat of his car, which was parked at the gravel pit. (Nothing says romance quite like a gravel pit.) No virginity was lost that evening (it may already have been, the way they were going at it) but boy, I think being stoned would have made it far less uncomfortable for me. The end.

Pam L

Oooo, Heidi, the gravel pit eh, where are you from , Vermont? Did you know there is actually a Slate Museum in Upstate NY near Vermont? People used to swim in the old quarries up there, obviously the ones that hit water or otherwise filled up. It was dangerous and kids died from drowning or jumping in but your story seems much more scary, or at least uncomfortable.




There was much craziness and drug activity (yes, even among the "good" kids) at my jr high/high school in the 1970s. The film _Dazed and Confused_ captured it well. I realize that not every kid in the 1970s "experimented," but it was very common and a different world.

At my college in the early 80s, it was no big deal at all to get caught with marijuana. They would just tell you to put it away. A few years later, the same thing would get you expelled. So the environment did change a lot.


For shy overachievers to fit it, it sometimes takes a lot. You found things to "have in common;" it all makes sense to me. My parents didn't have a clue what to do with my brother either; they thought if they ignored it, he would quit. (he didn't)


Must admit I'm surprised at the story, Mary. DELIGHTED, but surprised!

I let my younger brothers do the stuff one might get arrested for in our little NY town. Me, I just had a screwdriver for breakfast and tried to survive growing up in the suburbs.

Best pals and I did cut school to hide out at a friends house to read LIT-ra-chure at the last minute; or to take the train to Manhattan to see forbidden movies, hang in the Village, etc. We all (four) told different lies to parents to skip to Boston or the Berkshires or NYC for weekends. How did we never get caught?

Still, I do sometimes feel like I let my peeps, my boomers down by not getting arrested. Thrown out of college, yes, but not arrested.


I feel so close to you now, Mary. ~sniff sniff~

I graduated from high school in 1980 and I don't remember much of the late '70s. Probably because I was doing the same thing you were doing.


Mary! Dude! I know about that father/daughter thing. You described it absolutely perfectly.

My moment with Dad was over sex...but he never knew about the rum and coke breakfasts.


Never did get into the pot thing, even though same era for me and it certainly was everywhere. We just hit the 7-11 for cola icees to mix with the pint of rum in our gloveboxes.


Note to self: must do something about my irrational anger moments.

More chocolate.

FYI, I was a good girl throughout my teen years but somehow I always thought I was the bad girl of the family. Weird, huh?


Good LORD Mary! You are not allowed to hang out with my 8th grader!

But me? Me you can hang out with ;-)


See, that's what our mothers always thought my best friend and I were doing when we went out walking around at night. They were so suspicious of us. But really, we were just walking around because it was Postville, Iowa, 1500 people who all knew each other, and anyway the fun kids who might have know where to get beer or something wouldn't have anything to do with us. Never did figure out where the heck our moms got their ideas.


Good God, Mary! You were a badass. Can't wait for the next installment.


FC> Yummmm! Rum and coke slurpees! An old fav from back in "the day"! Swing by and pick me up next time!

Come on, Mary! Don't leave us hanging! More! More! :o)


Man, this gives me insight into my second kid. She's never gotten into this kind of trouble, but I can see now how it might have happened. I think we're all more careful of our kids than our parents were, just because we either were that kid or saw that it could so easily happen. There's no way our parents could have known, I think.


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