Straight back to ‘88
Just in time for my poorly named evening of reading (Adults Read Things They Wrote as Kids), a package from my Mom arrived in the mail:
Inside, I found five scribblers.* They were all journals from elementary school at Sackville Centennial. There’s some great stuff inside, and I’m looking forward to reading from these on Monday. Too bad I don’t have an overhead projector, because there are some great illustrations inside.
Thanks, Mom!
* If you don’t know what a scribbler is, you may not be from the East Coast. A scribbler is another word for the type of notebook, or workbook, you’d use in elementary school. The OED defines scribbler as: “A scribbling-book or pad.”
I used the same scribblers! Except that only bad kids who didn’t have parents who paid attention to school supply lists used the one with the big map of Canada on it (second from left.)
If I was in the country now I’d send you a poem I wrote about cutting Hitler’s hair to read as my proxy. I was about ten when I wrote it.
Carmody
17 Feb 07 at 5:12 am
That is so cool - those Hilroy’s bring back such memories! Sigh… I feel old… I know Misener, I know, I AM old.
Karmic-Angel
18 Feb 07 at 11:25 am