Monthly Archives: March 2017

Old Writing: Part 7::What Do I Want to Be?

March 16, 2017Memories, Writingambitions, old writing seriesDona

It seems like this was from a prompt. I wrote it in 1969 so that would have made 13 years old. I was probably in 6th grade.

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What Do I Want to Be?

What do I want to be? Well, I’ll tell you. I want to be a Kindergarten teacher. I want to be a book writer also. I want to write because I like to read and the writers now don’t write enough books to keep me busy reading so I if am a book writer I can have a side job as a Kindergarten teacher or vice versa.

I want to be a kindergarten teacher because I adore small children. I would not like to be any other grade teacher except maybe first grade.

So there, I told you my secret. I’ll probably change my mind because I have in the past, many times. For instance, I used to want to be a surgical nurse. But don’t you think that’s too gory?

Mom’s Artwork: Exhibit 1: Bottles with Martini

March 12, 2017Thingsartwork, famous artists school, momDona

Among other things, my mother was an artist. She dabbled in lots of crafty things, but she held a certificate that she was actually an artist — or at least that she finished coursework to be an artist. She took a correspondence course from, I think, the Famous Artists School. I was young, but I remember her doing her artwork and sending it in to be graded. The books from the art school are still at the house in Elgin. Here, I think, is one of the pieces she created for the course. I think she might have hung this in the house at one time. I certainly remember it.

Two bottles, one orange and one yellow, and a martini. — Bottles with Martini

Greeting cards from yesteryear

March 12, 2017ThingsFound items, greeting cardDona

Among Mom’s things are many greeting cards. I am tossing most of them, but there are a few that have caught my eye because they remind me of the past.

“Happy Birthday”

Here’s a birthday greeting. I don’t know who the card was for, nor do I recognize the names of the people who sent it (although I think it may be my Grandma Patrick’s niece). I suppose the quotes around Happy Birthday mean the sender is saying it.