Kevin Warnock

Bumble bee by Flickr user Pavan Kunder, photo taken August 24, 2011. Posted via Creative Commons commercial license.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On October 26, 2012 I posted this to my blog and I added the bracketed language, including this comment, and also the photograph, which is recent, not from the 1970s. Thank you to Flickr user Pavan Kunder for permission under a Creative Commons license to use the picture. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog. To my knowledge, we did not have an English dictionary with us in Amsterdam.]

I went to school again as usuall. I wrote a letter to My class in chicago. it was a little more than 1 page. I hope they like it. I told all about the boys, the house, everything.

One 2 more days of school till we get out for a 10 day vacation. I am going to ask mom about painting some eggs for easter.

I took my math book to school and did a few exercizes.

Last night the burglar alarm to our house went of, Andy thought it was a bumble bee in his dream.

The people tried to turn it off with the key but it didn’t work I guess it finally just went off. They didn’t even call the police when it happened!

Night scene in Essen, Groningen, The Netherlands by Flickr user Bert Kaufmann, August 16, 2009. Published under a Creative Commons license that permits commercial use.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On October 26, 2012 I posted this to my blog and I added the bracketed language, including this comment, and also the photograph, which is recent, not from the 1970s. Thank you to Flickr user Bert Kaufmann for permission via a Creative Commons license to use the picture. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog. To my knowledge, we did not have an English dictionary with us in Amsterdam.]

Today [Monday] was sort of a boring day nothing exciting happened. I went to school. One sort of exciting thing happened at school. I wrote a paper about the 2 boys [that were part of the Dutch family my family and I lived with during our stay in Amsterdam], I showed it to the teacher and he made me copy it over to put it in the school newspaper

I forgot to say yesterday was palm sunday. but we didn’t go to church or anything.

I finished the book the ‘baterdays’ that have have been reading, it was good.

One sort of stupid thing I did today was say that I miss my clarinet, I even cried.

Dad went to groninhen today.

Delft, The Netherlands, date unknown. Photo by Flickr user Matthew Kenwrick, published here via a Creative Commons License that permits commercial use.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On October 26, 2012 I posted this to my blog and I added this bracketed language and also the photograph, which is recent, not from the 1970s. Thank you to Flickr user Matthew Kenwrick for permission via a Creative Commons license to use the picture. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog. To my knowledge, we did not have an English dictionary with us in Amsterdam.]

We spent most of the day in delft, Aprox 8 hours. It was fun. We saw 2 churches, I took pictures of both. We saw a thing that was sort of a fort. It had gun holes, a moat and draw bridge, the works. We looked at lots of Delft potery Andy and I both bought a small Delft plack that had a windmel on each.

We took a trian there, It cost 48 guilders for round trip. Each way it took about half an hour. It seems sort of expensive to me.

Mom hates me for talking about money all the time, so she would like me to stop. She will give me 100 guilders if I do I’ll think $37.00 I’ll try it.

Van Gogh Museum, date unknown. Photo by Flickr user ewen and donabel. Permission to publish granted via a Creative Commons license for commercial use. Downloaded from Flicker October 26, 2012.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On October 26, 2012 I posted this to my blog and I added this bracketed language and also the photograph, which is recent, not from the 1970s. Thank you to Flickr user ewen and donabel for permission via a Creative Commons license to use the picture. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog. To my knowledge, we did not have an English dictionary with us in Amsterdam.]

We went sightseeing and sovenier shoping museium watching, down town today. We went and lookeded at the Van gogh museum.

Andy looked at every picture in the museum, but it was a small museum. I looked at almost all of them. I took some pictures, and I bought 1 slid and 4 postcards.

Andy and I both bought a matchbox car. They are a little cheaper here than in Chicago. Andy got a racing car, I got a Mini Morris Miner.

We might go to Delft tomarow for a trip. It’s supposed to be a good place to go for sightseeing.

Mom and Dad went to meat Mr. Aketson at 6:30.They saw a play then ate dinner, everything and came home at 10:30 pm. We had to clean up so Mr. Aketson can sleep over night here.

Amsterdam from May or June, 2012. Photo by http://flickr.com user _dChris. Permission to publish granted by Creative Commons commercial use license.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On October 26, 2012 I posted this to my blog and I added this bracketed language and also the photograph, which is recent, not from the 1970s. Thank you to Flickr user _dChris for permission via a Creative Commons license to use the picture. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog. To my knowledge, we did not have an English dictionary with us in Amsterdam.]

This is the 100th day of this bicentenial year. The family didn’t think about it this way but we celibrated the hundreth day of the year by going to eat out at an indonizian resterant. It was pretty good. Andy and I both ordered the same thing, (Chicken with noddels, an egg roll, coffie, and sharksfin soep. The sharksfin soep tastes like warm uncoked eeg white. I only ate half of it.

Theres one thing I would like to remember about Holland, there are so many plants. I want to talk mainly about school. There are somany different plants and RABBITS. There are 2 or three rabit cages in just one hall way. there are four or five cages in our class room alone. there must be 40 or 50 Rabbits in the whole school. I am going to get a plant for my desk at school.

Bicycles in Amsterdam by Flickr user _dChris. Commercial use permitted by Creative Commons license.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On August 16, 2012 I posted this to my blog and I added this bracketed language and also the photograph, which is recent, not from the 1970s. Thank you to Flickr user _dChris for permission via a Creative Commons license to use the picture. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog.]

This was my forth day of school. I only said a few words to Andrea (American girl) and I moved my seat over to a boy section instead of a girls section.

I’ve got the job of washing the dishes at home. I am charging a lot cheaper now at home. I charge $1:00 to wash dishes and empty the dish washer. I only charge 1 guilder (37 cents) here and I have to do the dishes by hand.

so that means I get 17 guilders a week (I work 2 times a day 7 days a week plus my 3 guilder alowence.

I am getting used to going to school now. I can to the work so easily and fast I hope I get switched to a higher grade.

Modern Amsterdam canal scene. Photo by Flickr user Tracy Vierra. This photo was taken on September 25, 2006 in Jordaan, Amsterdam, Netherlands.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On November 26, 2011 I posted this to my blog and I added this bracketed language, the photograph and the hyperlinks. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog.]

Today was the 3rd day of school. I’mm getting moore used to it I’mm really getting to hate the American girl (Andrea) she is acting like I don’t know anything.

We have gym 2 days a week (monday and wendsday) I  have to get a pair of shorts to play in, I have had to borow them

We get out at 12:15 on Wednsday. I like that because we can eat at Home. Mom made our lunch this morning and put it in the refridgerater so all we had to do was  take it out and eat it.

Mom and dad are going to regester with the police tomorow at 7:00am. Dad came home from Groninghen today he had gone on monday to work and he came back today.

Modern Amsterdam street scene. Photo by Moyan Brenn. Creative Commons license.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On November 23, 2011 I posted this to my blog and I added this bracketed language, the photograph and the hyperlinks. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog. Photo by Moyan Brenn.]

Today was the second day of school. I’m getting used to it. i still just sit there and look like a doumby. I don’t mind to much. I stayed at school for lunch (yesterday I went home) Man!, the lunch period is so long! I, and Andy got so bord.

The American girl is really triing to be my friend, but don’t want to very much. Her name is Andrea. It sounds like a boy but it isn’t.

I know the flash cards the flash cards that Andrea made when she first came to this school by hart. But thats only the first side of them I have to do the other side tomorow.

Andy and I are going to get bikes soon so that we can ride to school because it cost Andy 1 guilder per day and 2 guilders per day for me.

De Sleutelbloem 12e O.L. Montessorischool - Van Heenvliet Laan Buitenveldert. Year: 1976.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On November 23, 2011 I posted this to my blog and I added this bracketed language, the photograph and the hyperlinks. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog. The photograph above is of the actual school I attended. I scanned the photo from the lovely handmade yearbook I received before I returned to Chicago, Illinois, USA. If any of my classmates discover this blog, please write to me. In particular, I want to visit this school if it still exists.]

Today was our first day of school. We (Andy and I) went to a Montesorie school. The idea of it is that insted of the whole class doing the same thing, you do any subject you want to.

I have a man teacher. He speaks a little english and it helps. There is an American speaking girl in my class. Shes sort of nice. I don’t want to get to know her to well because Andy kids me about her.

I got some flash cards and the girl (Im not sure of her name) qwized me. I could go through them fast in the end. So I know some more words. I don’t think Ill get any homework at school because I don’t spech dutch. I don’t like school to much.

Modern photograph of fire wood. Photo by Flickr user y_katsuuu. Commercial use permitted.

[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On November 20, 2011 I posted this to my blog and I added this bracketed language, the photograph and the hyperlinks. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world 35 years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog.]

1 more day until school starts for me.

Theres one think I hate to find out. That’s when you find out when your best friends do bad things. I really hate it. It usually bothers me for a long time.

I found out that Oscar and Arnold drink wine. I saw them today in the living room, (with their Mother and father) drinking wine. I told mom about it and it helped chear me up. because I was sad.

We (Oscar, Arnold and there father) went on a trip to there small house, about a 45 min ride by car. We all worked to cut, chop and saw up the trees that fell from a big storm. the boys father had an gas chain saw, and us boys used axes and hatchets.

It was fun, we got dirty. It took most of the day (11:00 til 6:15)