Sunday, April 24, 2016

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: On Marriage and Family

Dear Diary
Editor's Note: Click HERE to read Dr. C's previous post on the origin of Zita's diary. This entry begins with 13-year-old Zita writing to her guardian angel, "Bishop."

Dear Bishop (Day Fourteen) I better get my butt back to church. I’m going next Sunday. I must be getting devilish. Help me please. I love God.

Dear Bishop (Day Fifteen) Had a nice day. Please pray for Karl, Tom, Larry, and Cathy. I love them all. Enlighten Veronica’s mind. I love her very much.

Dear Bishop (Day Sixteen) I wish I were wise a little. Then, I could help Ken, Tom, and Larry, but I’m not. I shall pray your wisdom will help them God.

Reflections: It seems that I had a strong religious fervor and care for those who were not always kind to me. Um, no, I was not any “holy roller” by any means. Yet, the influence of the nuns and my parents really affected me. I had this strong belief in a Higher Being. And even to this day, I believe that only God can help others even I cannot do so on my own. 

Monday, April 11, 2016

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: Keeping Me "In Line"

Dear Diary
Editor's Note: Click HERE to read Dr. C's previous post on the origin of Zita's diary. This entry begins with 13-year-old Zita writing to her guardian angel, "Bishop."

Dear Bishop (Day Eleven) Mommy said I was getting too smart with her. But you know I love her very much. Daddy, I love, too. Pray for Reggie and Thomas and all those who need it.

Dear Bishop (Day Twelve) Pretty good day. I’m going downtown tomorrow. If I were an actress now, I’d probably never live such a wonderful life as now.

Dear Bishop (Day Thirteen) Didn’t go downtown. I was bad and sassed Mommy. That was one reason no downtown. I cried this day because of that. I love her.

Reflections: Oh dear, as I read these diary entries, I recall how I, at times, felt my mother just was not on the right side of things. And, I being so much like her, spoke my mind. And she would make it very clear that I was not she; I was the child, the daughter. As close as my mother and I were, she kept me “in line.” I knew that, although we were, sometimes, like sisters, I was the daughter, and she was the mother—period. So, when I got too “mouthy,” she put me “in check.”

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: 13 year olds and Hormones

Editor's Note: This is the fourth entry for the "Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara" by Dr. C. Click HERE to read Dr. C's previous post on the origin of Zita's diary. This entry begins with 13-year-old Zita writing to her guardian angel, "Bishop."

Dear Bishop (Day Eight) Nothing exciting happened. I shall practice more so I may become a great actress. I have another ambition. I will tell you soon.

Dear Bishop (Day Nine) I didn't get to go to the show [movie theatre]. Daddy took the car—Pooh! Oh well. I cry about the least things. I must be nervous about something. Please help me.

Dear Bishop (Day Ten) I fixed Harriet and Enessa both so they won't bother me about books. I like Harriet. Enessa I despise. She is too fast for me. I need to pray for her.

Reflections: Thirteen year olds should have days of no excitement. Sometimes, I think parents of today go from one extreme to another. They either have their children involved in so many activities that their children cannot enjoy being children and just “chilling.” Then, there are parents who do not encourage their children to be involved in any activities because they are too busy to get involved in anything their children are doing. So, their offspring get involved in activities that are not conducive to their well being.