I’ve posted some of Dad’s other report cards, here’s his 4th grade card.
He seemed to have trouble working and playing with others, was not very polite and didn’t show much regard for the opinions and wishes of others. He was also distractable and rarely on time. He also didn’t get his work in on time. He had trouble with obstacles and with using his own resources.
Hmm — maybe that’s where I got my ADHD. I always thought it was Mom.
My mom must have kept all these letters and notes — typical. Here’s a note written sometime after we moved to Alexandria.
I am really sorry for being so late in sending you a card. Believe me -- I had quite a case of the guilts -- especially after talking to you. I have no excuse except procrastination.
Dean and I went to Annapolis, MD and got you this shot glass (they didn't have any martini pitchers). Hope it got there in one piece.
Well, the stove is hooked up, the dishwasher and garbage disposal are ready for an electrician to get electricity to them. and I've used the washer already. We will probably wallpaper ("ooh ick" you say?) over the weekend, then paint. The kitchen will be done soon! We will send pictures.
How was your birthday dinner? And the "golden ball" afterward at the Moose? Hope it was fun.
We ordered cable tonight. Our antenna was trashed in the most recent snowfall.
I've also enclosed my most recent school photograph. I don't have a use for it. Feel free to lose it! I'm looking my age -- wrinkles and all!
Even though I am a grown up and married, I get so lonesome for you guys sometimes it hurts.
I don’t remember writing or sending this, but I remember the shot glass — it had a Naval theme. I remember working on the kitchen in our first house. We put in very late nights wallpapering, I remember that.
Another item not in a box from the attic knee walls — an apology note to my mom apparently after having a teenage temper tantrum.
It happened again, didn't it?
I thought that that would never happen again. I know now that I caused it. I was a spectator watching my body move about the familiar pattern. I would be looking forward to something, or not expecting something -- in this case looking forward to a long lazy afternoon. Then the having to work, then not finding you. Then -- the final blow not getting my way. I had fully expected you to come get me -- to drop what you were doing and pick me up.
Why do I expect something as foolish as that?? Because I usually get my way -- and not getting it results in this scene.
Bob will have a story to tell you if you care to pry -- I'd rather you wouldn't -- it's just the usual screaming and swearing and throwing things around.
I really thought I had grown up -- I guess I haven't.
Again, I'm sorry for not being able to handle my emotions properly.
I’m thinking that this was written when I worked at Zayre discount store. I remember that the manager of the jewelry department where I worked called in sick most of the time and I covered for her. it turns out that she was stealing money and was fired, but not before I was called into work much more than I wanted.
I relied on my mom to pick me up and drop me off, otherwise I guess I might have taken the bus or maybe walked. It seems that my mom was not able to pick me up this time.
Bob is my cousin who was living with us at the time. We didn’t get along very well.
I still have the occasional screaming, swearing and throwing things tantrum, but mostly when no one is around.