1942 - Shillington, PACear Diary, New Book and DiscoveriesMom bought me a book today. A mystery called The Case of the Drowning Duck. It's new, by my favorite author of all time, Erle Stanley Gardener ("John Updike Bio-1"). I was able to start reading my new book on top of Mount Penn at the pagoda earlier today. I especially enjoyed seeing the Reading, PA reviews below, I discovered that the irritable red patches on my arms are psoriasis ("John Updike Bio-1"). Just one more problem I'll have to deal with, besides the fat-headed Gillette guys down the street talking about my stutter. In times like these, I wish I had an older brother who could put those wise men in their place. Later this evening, Grandpa asked me to help him fix that old wreck. He is running on his last leg. Let's hope he makes it, otherwise he'll have to buy a new one. After dinner I read more chapters of my book. I really think I'm going to enjoy it! Until next time, John, 1945 - Plowville, PACear Diary, Move to Plowville My family have just moved 11 miles from Shillington to Plowville. This is the city where my mother was born. The mother says she wants to go back to her roots (John Updike Bio-1”). We live in an old but very cozy stone house on a huge 80 acre farm. I'm really enjoying life here now. I love listening to the animals and birds at sunset and reading in the old barn. (Liukknen) My mother seems to like space; my grandparents' house was quite cramped. It's been a few months since we moved in and my mom is still having our new house cleaned. New pictures and paintings appear on the walls throughout the day and are then moved to another room or placed in a storage box. I am happy to be able to continue g...... middle of paper ......and fantasies and small discoveries still seem to me to be dark marks on paper that become handsomely reproducible several times, after almost 30 years concerned with the creation of books, a magical act and a delightful technical process. Distributing oneself in this way, like a sort of rain of confetti falling from bookshops and magazine pages onto the heads and shoulders of humanity, is certainly a great privilege and a challenge to the usual earthly laws with which human beings make themselves known to each other. from others. "("John Updike>Quotes) “I've tried to rest on the theory that I can still do this and still get published and that a professional writer is what I set out to do when I was a teenager and I've been lucky enough, in this increasingly profession rare, to have managed to do it." (De Wilde) In Loving Memory by John Hoyer Updike1932-2009