Journal Entry #3

September 19th, 1963

we arrived in Alabama at about eleven thirty in the morning. Momma was right it was burning hot here. I was in the car and sweating "a mile a minute." The sun was glistening in the sky and water was coming down my face. We reached Grandma Sands's hose and honked the horn. It took a while but soon a scrunny looking woman made of completely bones opened the door. Momma really happy ran out of the car and squeezed the life out of the poor lady. Out of everyone I was the only one who was mad, after all I had to stay with the strict old lady for the rest of the vacation while momma and the rest of the family go have fun after they leave me here to suffer. Alabama was real hot but in Flint it was real cold. I remember the old saying " it is better to be to hot than to cold." You can die in the cold but have fun in the hot. I wish I was in the cold because I would rather die than stay with Grandma Sands. So far I find Grndma sands real annoying but she aint as strict as I tought she would be. It looks like she's just gonna wait till I decide to behave good but I could've done that in Flint. It makes no sense me being here stuck up with these here brats.