We who loved Barry know how much he loved to entice others to journal. The journal was the written submission in his film courses and he had his summer nature course students journal. My mother would sneak pages from his journal and after she died I found some pages. Here is an entry from May 12, 1961: "I'm a little at odds with myself today. I'm psychologically nervous, not calm. I suppose it comes from trying to do too much reading, leading me in too many directions: Dylan Thomas In America, Auden, French romantic poetry, etc. Also the weather, though lovely, has been hot today. Leaves are really starting to come out. Got a lovely bouquet of Adders Tongue yesterday with Peter. This weather (at least the brightness) makes me love Michigan. We are expecting a new arrival momentarily." [the new arrival was Sandra Elaine Bort born nineteen days later]
Here's one from May 24, 1961; Lovely weather -- cool, but pleasantly warm today. Never have I felt nature in its marvelous & winning objectivity as I have recently. Just shade, after the leafless winter, seems a marvelous and mysterious thing."
May 15, 1961: The leaves are out -- 2 1/2 days of warmth and they seem to spring from nowhere. All but the reticent oaks.The horse chestnut was first -- then the maples. Even the beech. Aspens too.I think I taught well today. It's so much better when I don't do it three times a week.,Then it becomes routine for both the students and me. And I become just another person to be put up with--so much I don't write here....
Here he is on January 8, 1961: Feeling very happy and carefree. Today I started writing in this thing. Back at school after a lovely vacation in Dixon and an uneventful bleak ride back to Mt Pleasant. There's a certain slant of light on winter afternoons that oppresses like the weight of cathedral XXXXX. Went out to cathedral woods with Jack today and we had a nice walk. Large trees. I got some fascinating books in Chicago over vacation and I am looking forward to reading them. I have been happy, good friends, pleasing reading, a sense of purpose, and exams coming up. A sense of well being pervades me these days. Nettie is rounding out nicely and Peter is getting very bossy. "No, I will, Yes, I won't."
January 12, 1961: I have enjoyed life here very much lately. It moves in a rather placid way: reading, teaching, and occasionally talking with people. I haven't had much time for meditation or the kind of thought I'd like......so much material for a novel here but it wouldn't be the kind of novel I'd like to write.
April 23, 1961: Went walking yesterday with Jack and Ron and Peter (Bort) in a little meadow with a twisting stream. The day before I took Peter on a walk in Cathedral woods. We enjoyed it. Today, Jack, Peter & I went to where the bridge is out on the Chippewa and picked Hepatica -- it covered the hillside in little clumps. We found what for me was a new flower -- Bloodroot. Then went riding the afternoon. Nettie not feeling well. Read Brecht: The Man & the Work tonight. Added another luminary to my collection of Germans.
April 26, 1961: I have been finishing my month of "German" readings. Last month was Enlightenment. Next month is French. And then vacation and work on my book (formerly my thesis). I have felt that somehow my class work has not been very rewarding; the spark is not here that I had at Wheaton. I feel consoled that no matter what happens outwardly, inwardly I am improving -- intellectually. I hope I can improve spiritually, physically and morally, too.
April 5,1961: Had a lovely Spring vacation -- walks in Cathedral Woods. True meditation, more Peace than I have ever felt. Though nothing more. Peter has been adorable -- tonight he got up at nine (didn't sleep) and played until now (10:35) -- full of the sweetest sayings. A happy peaceful time.
April 30, 1961: A few days ago - Thursday I guess - I saw my first Adders Tongue out by the new bridge over Mendian Road. With Peter. He is wonderful to take on walks. A week ago I took him with Ron and Jack and I along the little stream that joins into the Chippewa along Median. He loved throwing sticks and stones in the stream and had a gay time. He kept up with us walking in such a manly way -- no whining, very matter of fact. I will always remember him that way. Yesterday meditated a bit.