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Nick Murphy at the football stadium instead.

Nick set up his transistor radio and held out his arms to me and we danced beneath the stars. Just the two of us. He held me so close I could feel his heart beating. Even when a fast song came on, we danced slow, right through the commercials and everything. Neither one of us spoke for a long time.

After a while, he asked me what excuse I’d given Scott for not attending the prom. That was when I confessed I’d returned Scott’s class ring. I’ve never seen anyone’s eyes light up the way Nick’s did once I told him. It didn’t take him long to kiss me after that. Scott’s kissed me plenty of times. I’ve been kissed by other boys, too, but this is the first kiss I’ve felt from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I think Nick was just as surprised. We both trembled afterward, and he didn’t kiss me again until it was time to leave. All the while we were together, I kept thinking how silly it is that we’re meeting on the sly like this, but I didn’t say anything for fear of breaking the mood. I like Nick so much, but I’m worried about how my parents would react if they knew I was dating him, especially my dad. He’s got the wrong impression of Nick. I don’t know how to convince Dad what a wonderful man Nick Murphy is. I don’t dare say a word, but I hate deceiving my parents like this. It’s even worse to feel that I need to.

The Class of

Nineteen Hundred and Sixty-six Holy Name Academy Announces its Commencement Exercises Saturday evening, May twenty-eighth At seven o’clock Pine Ridge Community Center Pine Ridge, Washington

June 1, 1966

Dear Jillian,

You know I can’t stand it when we argue. You’re my best friend and we mean too much to each other to let anything or anyone come between us. That said, I want you to know I do believe you. If you say you saw Buck with some other girl on graduation night, then I know you did. But couldn’t it have been someone who looks like Buck?

I asked him about it and he claims you couldn’t have seen him. He swears he wasn’t with any other girl. He implied that you’re jealous and trying to make trouble for him. I know it isn’t true, but I also know you don’t think I should marry him. All I can say is that it must’ve been someone who looked a lot like him. Please, let’s put this incident behind us. You’re my best friend and I love you.

Lesley

P.S. I thought your Valedictory speech was wonderful. You did a much better job of it than I would have. I know it was our dream to be co-valedictorians, but that wasn’t meant to be.

Mr. and Mrs. Michael Adamski

request the pleasure of your company at the marriage of their daughter Lesley Louise Adamski to David James Knowles Saturday, June 11, 1966 at two o’clock in the afternoon St. Catherine’s Catholic Church 404 Mitchell Avenue Pine Ridge, Washington Reception immediately following the ceremony

MR. AND MRS. BUCK KNOWLES

July 2, 1966

Dear Mom and Dad,

I’m busy writing thank-you notes for the wedding gifts and I realized I hadn’t sent one to you. Buck and I owe you both so much and are extremely grateful for everything you’ve done. The pot and pan set is wonderful, and far and above what Buck and I expected, especially after you paid for the wedding.

We’re very grateful for the used crib, too. Buck is going to refinish it once he’s back from basic training. I love you both so much.

Buck, Lesley &?

Jillian’s Diary

August 3, 1966

I don’t think I’ve ever been more disappointed in my mom and dad. I finally convinced Nick that my parents prize honesty above all else and that we should simply tell them we’re going steady. He came to the house just the way I asked and Dad answered the door and almost didn’t let him in because of his police record. (He was once charged with assault. It happened during a fight three years ago, and he was actually defending another boy. He got a suspended sentence.)

I stood with Nick and we held hands, but I could see that Nick was close to losing his cool. Mom wouldn’t even look at him. And Dad treated him like a criminal for having the audacity to ask his little girl out on a date. What neither of my parents seems to understand is that I’m not a child. I’m eighteen years old and perfectly capable of making my own decisions, and I reminded my father of this before he had time to tell me otherwise. Dad insisted that it didn’t matter what age I am. As long as I live under his roof, I have to do what he says and he doesn’t want me dating Nick Murphy. Then Nick and Dad started shouting at each other and Nick stormed out. I haven’t spoken to Mom or Dad since, but they can’t stop me from seeing Nick and they know it.

They think that just because I’m leaving for college in a few weeks, what Nick and I feel for each other will end. I haven’t told Nick yet, but I’ve decided I’m going to marry him. I knew it the first time he kissed me. No, even before that, when he wouldn’t kiss me because I was wearing Scott’s ring. He’s everything I want in a husband. Three girls in our graduating class are already married. Lesley, Judy and Pam. Soon it will be Nick and me, and then we’ll see what Dad has to say.

NAME: DAVID MICHAEL KNOWLES

BORN: SEPTEMBER 29, 1966 WEIGHT: 6 LBS, 7 OUNCES LENGTH: 20 INCHES PARENTS: BUCK AND LESLEY KNOWLES

JILLIAN LAWTON

BARNARD COLLEGE PLIMPTON HALL NEW YORK, NY 10025

October 10, 1966

Dearest Lesley,

I can’t believe it, you’re a mother! I opened the birth announcement and nearly screamed with excitement. I loved the picture, but really, Les, little David’s going to be mortified when he’s older and sees this photo of him only a few hours old with a blue ribbon in his hair. The poor thing. You didn’t say a word about labor. Was it horrible?

I hate school. Well, not exactly hate it, but I miss everyone so much. Mostly Nick and you, of course. I’m living in a big dorm and sharing a room with Janice Stewart, a girl from Florida. She seems nice, but she isn’t you. We talk some but we don’t seem to have a lot in common. She doesn’t have a boyfriend back home and doesn’t understand what it is to miss someone the way I miss Nick.

Speaking of Nick, he can’t afford phone calls and he doesn’t want me “wasting” all my allowance on phoning him, so we write nearly every day. Don’t be shocked if I tell you how much I love him. Please don’t be like everyone else. Just be happy for me the way I am for you and Buck.

You asked about my classes, and thus far everything’s going all right, I guess. The classes, especially history, are wonderful, with lots of discussion. If it wasn’t for those I think I’d go nuts. Dad suggested I fulfill all the course requirements in my first year and I followed his advice, but I did sign up for one psychology class, which I’m really enjoying. New York isn’t so bad, either, not the way I thought it would be. Last weekend, Janice and I went into Manhattan and took the ferry over to Ellis Island and climbed the Statue of Liberty.

Gotta scoot, but I promise I’ll write again soon. I hope David likes the baby blanket. It’s handmade (although not by me!).

Love,

Jillian

DEPARTMENT OF THE ARMY

Detachment C, 500th Personnel Services Battalion

Unit 20121 APO AE 09107

ORDERS 65-10 22 December 1966

KNOWLES, DAVID JAMES, 552-02-3776, SFC 587TH SIG CO 9WFTXAA0 APO AE 09131

You will proceed on permanent change of station as shown. Information concerning port call will be provided separately.

1967