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One of These Days – Dec 31

Finally, tomorrow – 40 years after it was written: a day-by-day exploration of the recently discovered time capsule – the diary written during my freshman year of high school in 1975, in combination with additional recollections from my adventurous childhood. Check my Facebook page each day over the next four months for the complete story.

“One Of These Days”

Central Valley, California – My sleepy little hometown seven miles north of Redding. Population, roughly 3,000 in 1975. Now incorporated as the City of Shasta Lake.
Central Valley Intermediate (CVI) – where all the 7th and 8th-graders attended school in my hometown. All references in the diary to “the school” refer specifically to CVI, which was a block away from my home and where I attended school during the two years preceding the writing of the diary.
Redding, California – The largest city and County Seat of Shasta County.
Nova High School – The Freshman high school in Redding, California where all of Shasta County’s 9th-grade students attended in 1975.

Mike Haley: Your naïvely optimistic 14-year old diarist.
Debbie Stone: Doe-eyed 13-year old neighborhood beauty. Principal focus of my romantic yearnings in the winter of 1975.
Connie Stone: Debbie’s younger sister.
Joan Beaver: Debbie’s neighbor, best friend, and 8th-grade classmate at CVI.
Julie Beaver: Joan’s older sister and my classmate at Nova High School.
Mike Mickelson: My neighborhood baseball buddy, classmate at Nova, and for a time, my best friend and brother.
Jay Mickelson: Mike’s younger brother and “the girls” classmate at CVI.
Herb Williams: Neighborhood friend and baseball buddy.
Danny Williams: Herbie’s older brother.
Kenny Tittle: My best friend, grades 6-9.
Russ Genger: The first friend I made after moving to northern California in 1965.
Jewell Haley: My father
Hank & Carole Bauer: My foster parents.
Gale Reierson: Teacher and friend at Nova High School.
Dennis Mickelson & Judy Mickelson: Mike & Jay’s parents
Judy: My kid sister
Patrick: my kid brother
Gary: My foster-brother
Ann Mills: My social worker
Judge Richard B. Eaton: He threw me a lifeline.
Michael Jewel Haley: Your weary, grizzled, 54-year old narrator.

One of These Days

The Diary Project aka “One Of These Days”

A few final notes on this project before it debuts on my Facebook page on New Years Day:

What was originally intended as a simple re-printing of the diary I rediscovered a few weeks ago has evolved into something a bit more involved. It is now my intention to include additional recollections covering the years 1963 thru 1978, resulting in a full memoir of my childhood. Each daily post will include entries for both, and while it may be confusing at first, the narrative structure will become self-evident as time passes.

Finally, I am making a commitment to myself, and to you, to see this project thru to its proper end. What this means is 120 days of writing, each and every day without a miss, until the memoir is complete. Discipline has always been my toughest obstacle in previous literary attempts, but I’m thinking that the very nature of the diary format, as well as my public proclamation of intent, will drive me to completion by the end of April. Many of these recollections will be tough to share, and will require me to access places that have been closed to both the public and to myself for some time. Others may simply be tedious and boring and childish (especially the early weeks of the 1975 diary), but chief among my commitments here is to tell the unvarnished truth, however embarrassing (mostly to myself) it might be. I expect to gain something of value from the process. I hope you do too.

Michael Jewel Haley
San Jose
December 30, 2014