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From the ancient archives

Thursday, October 20, 2005

I have always been a writer. I have written in a journal since I was in grade 4. I have misplaced some of my journals, but still have most of them. I thought it would be amusing (to me, anyway), to select random diary entries from years past and post them here.

So, I begin with August 4, 1988
The setting: A small town in Switzerland
Me: An exchange student on vacation with my host family; I am 17 years old. I have been in Europe for over 5 months already.

"Woke up at a reasonably good hour, and since the weather was looking crappy, Dodi, Rolf and I went to a place where you could see cheese being made. The shuttle bus left at 10:00, and took us from Lenk on a very bumpy road. 2115 m (approximately) high. A couple of times I thought it was going to tip right over the cliff. Anyway, the cheese-making thing was really neat. There were only 8 of us all together. The family lived in a typical wooden house, with 46 cows attached onto the back part separated only by a normal door. We saw the whole works, and later got to try some cheese that was 7 years old (the older the better, supposedly) and milk direct from the cow, which tasted really good. (I had 3 giant glasses full, and later had to try out the plumpskls [?]). Anyway, the weather was damp and misty and foggy, cold the whole time. We walked to Buhlberg, and were absolutely soaked! Called Rolf's mom, she picked us up. Back at 5:15. Mrs. v.K. is a big fat pain in the ass. [?]"

Wanna hear more???

  1. Blogger Romani Heart said:

    Oh wow!!! A world traveler :) Ironically, the only other country I've been to is Canada lol. Where in Switzerland did you stay? I have ancestors, not too far back actually, from a small town in Switzerland, I'll have to look it up again, it escapes me at the moment.

  1. Blogger No_Newz said:

    What a cool experience! Yes I want to read more. :) That last line caught me in a giggle fit.
    Lois Lane

  1. Blogger Chloe said:

    yes i want more!
    cheese making mmmmmm...

  1. Blogger OhioRuthie said:

    I remember being asked if I wanted to be an exchange student...I wasn't brave enough to say yes..good for you!

    Like the previous post too about being a at home mom...very good.

  1. Blogger Dr. Deborah Serani said:

    I also LOL at the last line. What a great thing to have this!!!!!

  1. Blogger Horace Jeffery Hodges said:

    Nice story.

    I lived in Basel during that same time, but had previously lived in Fribourg.

    I didn't make any cheese, but I loved its flavor.

    Jeffery Hodges

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  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    I have been fortunate to have travelled to most of the continents; north Africa; most of Europe, Asia (Thailand and Vietnam), the Caribbean, but not South America (yet). Most of the travel has been with my job. I stayed in Lenk, Switzerland, which is in the Bernese Oberland part of Switzerland. Let me know what the small town your ancestors are from; perhaps I have visited there.
    I hadn't read this jounral in a LONG time and opened to this random entry and posted it; the last line caught me by a total surprise, too...more to come.
    o.k. :)
    I don't think I was brave, just a disgruntled teenager who wanted something different, something more.
    I hadn't pulled these out in years, and am just now realizing what a great little treasure trove I have.
    Were you that guy I accidentally knocked off the side of that mountain on an afternoon spaziergung????

  1. Blogger Horace Jeffery Hodges said:

    No, that Luftschnapper was a different fellow, but he's still looking for you. Should I direct him here?

    Jeffery Hodges

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  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    oops spaziergang
    and god no; I've been avoiding a chance meeting with that guy for going on 20 years now! Don't give me up now :)

  1. Blogger vani said:

    that is very cool! i kept a journal since age 13- its always a trip to go back in time- in your head. things that you would of otherwise forgotten can be captured on paper and i have found that is the best form of therapy- lol

  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    I found it great therapy, too. And it really is a neat thing to have.

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